Page 80 of Rok's Captive
“Rok!” she says, her voice higher than usual. There’s something in her tone—something between awe and panic—that makes me stop for a moment, my head snapping toward her.
She is vocalizing to me, her words flowing in that strange, lilting melody I do not understand. Softly, urgently. Repeating herself, as if saying it enough times will make the meaning clear.
But it doesn’t.
It doesn’t, and itenragesme.
I hiss low in my throat, and her eyes widen. I hear her breath hitch, but she doesn’t retreat. She doesn’t flinch.
Instead, she steps closer.
Her hand—small, delicate, and trembling—reaches out toward me, brushing against my arm. The contact sends a shockwave through me, a surge of heat that flares in my chest and spreads outward, burning through every nerve.
I jerk back, snarling, but she doesn’t let go.
“Rok,” she says again, her voice softer now, her tone soothing. Her touch lingers, and I stare down at her, my chest heaving, my claws curling into fists at my sides.
I cannot look at her.
I cannotthinkwith her so close.
Taste.
The memory of her taste rises in my mind. Her scent, her heat, the way her body had yielded to my mouth like water yields to the stone—it all crashes over me, overwhelming my senses.
Herslit.
It was nothing like I’d expected it to be. Not a simple pouch for storing a member as I had assumed, but something else entirely. Something soft and sweet andwet. Something made solely forme.
The fire that burned under her skin has transferred to mine, and it is taking everything I have not to pull her to me again. To spread her open and taste her until the fire consumes us both.
I stagger away from her, growling low in my throat as I fight for control. My claws leave deep indents in my palms as I pace, unable to stand still, my body alight with sensations I have never felt before.
I feel as though I am being remade—every bone in my body breaking and reforming, every nerve reawakening to a new and unbearable intensity.
This is why I left.
To keep her safe. Fromme.
I had fled the chamber, my body screaming in protest with every step I took away from her. But I hadn’t gone far. Couldn’t.
The pain in my chest had flared the moment I crossed the threshold, a sharp and relentless pull that would not let me go farther. I had paced outside the cave, camouflaged and restless, my instincts warring with themselves.
And now, being close to her again is worse.
Much worse.
I feel feral. Dangerous.
Every shadow in the chamber feels like a threat. Every sound, every shift in the air sends my claws twitching, my senses heightened to a point that borderlines pain.
And…she notices.
I can see it in the way her eyes follow me, wary but curious. She is vocalizing again, her words soft and insistent, but I cannot focus on them.
I need to move.
I need todosomething before I lose myself completely.
