Page 18 of Avery

"We don't have to do them. I just—" I try to look down, to avert my gaze from his. It doesn't help that he's so close, so there's nowhere to look but right at him as I try to put into words what I want right now.

"You just what?" Phial asks, his hand unfurling from behind my neck and moving to cup my cheek. He's careful with his claws, making sure not to scratch me or poke me.

When I don't answer him quickly enough, he pinches my chin between his thumb and forefinger, bringing his lips close to mine again. When I try to bring him closer to kiss, he holds back. He might not be the biggest male, but he's still stronger than me, and if he doesn't want to put his lips on mine, it's clear he won't.

"Do you want me to tell you I want you to pull this pretty little dress up around your waist so I can see the mess you're making for me?" Phial says it all so casually, as though he's perfectly aware of how much he affects me.

The thought of it has my core tightening, needing something to fill me. It's not as brutal of an ache as I have when I'm going through my heat, but it's there and reminds me of how badly I need someone.

"Avery," Phial's voice turns serious, probably one of the few times it's happened in our friendship.

"What?" I ask, not understanding what the problem is.

I'm covered in slick from the waist down, my body's burning with desire, and Phial's willing to say dirty things to me that I'm going to use later when I get enough alone time to touch myself.

He gives me a crooked smile. "If I keep talking about what I want, will you tell me if you're not enjoying this anymore?"

"Oh." My mouth pops open, and I nod, or at least I try to, but Phial's keeping me pretty still with his hold on my chin. "Yes, I'm good. Promise."

The soft chittering sound happens in his throat again, but if he notices, he doesn't make note of it. Instead, he takes my lips in his for a quick kiss and then holds himself away from me—not far, but far enough that I know we're not about to kiss unless I push myself off the couch and initiate it. Maybe that's what he wants, but I'm too eager to hear what he has to say.

"This is interactive," Phial tells me, his words laced with amusement. "No staring wide-eyed and silent, okay? I want toknow you like what I'm saying. I want to know you want to do these things with me, for me, to me."

I whimper, my legs pressing tighter together as warmth fills me and more slick pools in my panties. No one ever tells you what the repercussions are of being altered into an insatiably horny species and never getting laid.

Of course, they don't because this isn't a normal everyday occurrence. Well, the repercussions are that I'm like a leaky faucet that won't stop getting wet in anticipation of taking a big, fat cock with a knot at the base.

"Are you going to be good for me, Avery? Are you going to play along?" Phial asks. His words are soft, and his face offers me comfort as he waits for my answer.

I could say no if I think this is too much. I could say no, and he'd be back to putting those scaled lips against mine. Back to memorizing the way we work together. We can do that some more another time.

I want to know all the filthy things Phial wants to do to me and what I have to look forward to the next time we're here. Because I've already decided the next time we do this, I will take the next step.

I don't know exactly what that will be, but I'm sure he has some idea. Maybe I'll pick my favorites from what he says today and ask him to do that the next time we're here.

"I'll be good," I murmur, watching his eyes light up again as a soft groan sounds in his throat. It's a sound I want to hear from him more. It's a sound of pleasure, and I'm sure he makes sounds similar to it when he's fucking.

"Just words. I don't expect any of this now, okay?" he reassures me and waits for my nod before starting. "I want you to pull up your dress for me, Avery. All for me. All that slick and your juices. How wet are you?"

My mouth pops open at the question, not expecting him to start with something so intimate. I should've seen it coming since it was the first thing he mentioned. But still. It's one thing to know he wants to see me and another to admit to him that I'm making a mess all over this couch because he kisses that good.

"Avery." Phial pinches my chin a bit to get my attention again. "Did you make a mess in your panties for me?"

The sound that comes out of my throat is whiny and desperate, and it has Phial glowing. I nod, not knowing if I can trust my words just yet, and thankfully, he accepts it and releases my chin so he can stroke my cheek with the back of one of his claws.

"When I get you more comfortable, and when I get you all to myself, I'm going to drag this dress up your thighs so slow that you're going to beg me to reveal you by the time I get to that patch of drenched fabric between your legs." Phial keeps stroking my cheek, watching my eyes as I take in his words, how my pupils dilate, and how my breathing catches. "I'm going to spread your thighs as wide as they can go, and I'm going to admire just how eager you are to take my cocks."

"C-cocks?" I stammer out the word because there's no way I heard him right.

Somehow, his smile grows even wider as he tilts his head to the side and shakes it. He's about to tell me if I misheard him or not when there's a knock at the door.

Phial is off of me in an instant, his scales shimmering something fierce and his body tense like he's willing to fight someone right now for interrupting us. Whoever's on the other side isn't deterred by the loud hissing coming from inside the room, though.

"Avery told us she only wanted to be in there for two hours today." Jia's voice comes through the door, clear and calm.

I groan and know that's exactly what I told her earlier. I didn't want to be trapped in here any longer in case things wereawkward and I didn't get along with whoever I chose. Now, I regret that decision and am trying to figure out how we blew two hours just kissing.

"This true?" Phial asks me, looking over his shoulder at me.

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