Page 149 of Seer Prophet

At his silence, she hesitated, biting her lip.

Loki found himself staring at that lip and the white teeth that teased it, feeling his pain worsen, coursing through his body like liquid.

“Because I’ve heard you mostly just fuck like rabbits,” she added, maybe to break the silence. “But you knew that already, right? What humans think? What we say about you?”

“We… date,” he said. “We are mostly monogamous, truthfully.”

She quirked an eyebrow, pursing her lips.

“Really? So why does everyone say the exact opposite about seers? Because I’ve been hearing that since I was a kid. From everyone,” she repeated, still watching his face.

He looked up at her, lost briefly in those dark eyes.

“You’ve heard wrong,” he told her. “You’ve likely met people who’ve only experienced seers as slaves. It is not…” He fought for words, then shook his head, clicking softly. “Those seers are not allowed to be in relationships. Not with anyone but their owners.”

His words didn’t offend her.

She seemed to think about them instead, watching his face.

“But you have casual sex, too?” she pressed.

“Of course.”

“So what is this, Loki?” she asked, pronouncing his name carefully. “What are we doing here? Is this some kind of come-on to get laid? Or is it something else?”

“That is what you are asking me?”

She rolled her eyes, giving a half-laugh. “Well, yeah. D’uh.”

Loki reached up a hand, once more sliding it into her dark hair.

He felt her flinch, but she didn’t pull away.

When he tugged her carefully closer, raising his other hand to touch her face, he felt her body grow soft. He fought with words as he looked at her, some way to describe what was happening to their lights. He would need to teach her a lot more, first. About seers, about the Barrier, about her own light, about why such things happened between seers, and, even more rarely, between seers and humans.

He looked up at her and thought all this.

He decided it could wait.

He pulled her down to him, caressing her cheek with his hand, sliding it around her jaw, then down her neck. His pain worsened as he explored her skin.

He felt her light open to his. Her fingers wrapper around his shoulder, her other hand gripping his forearm where he held her. He felt her breathing quicken––in nerves, in anticipation, in desire. His pain worsened as he watched emotions flicker across her face, as he watched her try to control them.

“You’re hurt,” she said, voice catching. “And probably doped to the gills.” She closed her eyes, longer than a blink. He heard the tremor in her voice and his cock hardened more, causing him to shift under her. “We should wait on this side of things, Loki.”

He nodded, still caressing her skin.

He moved his fingers under the collar of her shirt to her shoulder and the back of her neck, which he massaged slowly, feeling her body and light react, growing even softer over his. His other hand tightened in her hair, and he felt her fingers tighten, too, where they held his bicep. She clutched at him tighter when she felt his muscle tense.

Her hand looked so small on his arm. The contrast turned him on more, even as he felt himself winding more of his light into hers.

“I don’t think I can wait,” he told her finally, fighting his breath.

She laughed, and the sound went through him.

He felt it in his feet.

She pushed on his chest though, starting to disentangle herself, but he fought her with his light, not wanting to let go of her.

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