Page 66 of Red Ruin

“Work hard.” Vhex pats my knee. “I want to be a real boy.”

“Hold.Still.” I lower myself on his chest until I’m breathing the smoke from his lips.

He doesn’t twitch his fin, but in this position, I can’t help grinding its ridge.

Vhex is not a playground.

He’s a minefield.

Careful of his fang, I kiss his lips.

He tastes like dark berries and smoke.

Our silks bleed together. His pink ends mesh so tightly with my blue that our united souls cast a purple glow.

If we could imprint, they’d fully meld.

Our match is so strong that even without an imprint, Vhex’s body and mind are already mine to control.

My spirit sings as I do what I was made for and heal my Sentinel’s wounds. As I coat his meridians to spark regrowth from the ashes, I can’t help rocking my hips.

My lower body is so weirdly hot.

Sweating, I move jerkily, trying to focus on my work. Somehow, I manage to comb out the mess in his central meridian. With the path cleared, I feel my way up to the base of his skull.

“Fuhhh—!” Vhex stretches, twists, and involuntarily wiggles that godsdamned fin.

I gasp.

His tongue spears between my lips.

Vhex crushes me to his chest—arms and silks reeling me in and trying to make me his.

“You can’t.” I pull back just enough to gasp. “We’re not?—”

Vhex snarls and grabs my skull, deepening the kiss. The harder he tries to imprint, the faster our silks rip apart.

As the purple light fizzles, the weakening connection kills my concentration. There’s nothing left to distract from his fire in my veins.

Fuck it.

Let’s battle wills.

I lick his fang and kiss him back.

Vhex makes a satisfyingmmfas he tries to swallow me whole.

I work my hips, loving the way he clutches at me, body and soul, but when I’mon, he can’t snatch my control.

Faster.

More.

I grab his horn and ride.

Vhex doesn’t have to move.

That dick pistons itself.

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