Page 19 of The Delver
I’m just so fucking lonely.
Maybe I should proposition Cole…
No strings. Just a fuck—just scratching an itch. She could have an orgasm or two to hold her over for a while and see if that rid her of this irksome loneliness. She was sure he’d be down for it.
But the thought of having sex with Cole didn’t arouse or excite her. It left her feeling cold.
He was her friend, and she valued him as a friend, even loved him as a friend. But she didn’t want him in a sexual way.
A memory played in her mind—Urkot standing in the hot springs beneath falling water, with his long black hair, streaked with threads of blue and white, unbound, and rivulets streaming down his back. As she’d watched him last night, she’d stared at his broad shoulders, transfixed by the play of muscle in his thick arms as he’d run his clawed fingers through his hair. And when he’d turned to face her, his glowing blue eyes had been brilliant in the chamber’s dim light.
He’d been a monster fucker’s wet dream.
She’d yearned to comb her fingers across the shorn hair on the sides of his head, following it up to the long, silky strands on top, yearned to run her hands over the hard planes of his chest, yearned to…
Yearned to know what his cock looked like, to see it. To…feel it inside her.
What the hell, Callie? Where’d that thought come from? What happened to not wanting to fuck a spider?
Face growing warmer by the second, Callie furrowed her brow and bent over her basket, letting her long curls fall forward on either side of her face.
Maybe I had a change of heart after seeing how loved Ivy and Ahmya are by their mates?
Why shouldn’t she consider Urkot? They’d slowly grown closer over the last several months. He was kind and thoughtful, and he made her laugh. And as far as physical appeal, well…
Callie didn’t know when her perception had changed so drastically. How could she have gone from seeing human men as sexy to looking at a spiderlike alien and thinking the same? Spiders had always been repellent, terrifying things despite their small sizes, and she’d always been grossed out by bugs.
And yet she was seriously considering an intimate relationship with a vrix.
People on Earth would have thought she was depraved. Hell, she’d questioned Ivy’s sanity in the beginning.Sexwith aspider?Gross!
But then Callie had come to know the vrix. While they looked different, they were the same as humans on the inside. They were people, with thoughts and emotions, with hopes and dreams, with friends and family. And as illogical as it should have been, humans could procreate with them. Akalahn was proof of that.
She wasn’t religious, but wasn’t that some kind of divine sign that humans and vrix were meant to be together?
It’s science, Callie. It was humans playing God and using us as test subjects.
But that didn’t mean anyone at the Homeworld Initiative had ever anticipated contact with an intelligent alien species, or that they’d meant for the serums they’d injected into the colonists to allow the human body to adapt to procreation with nonhuman beings. Ivy had conceived a viable hybrid vrix child, carried it to term, and given birth to something so strange and so, so beautiful…
It was an outcome no one could’ve predicted.
It was an outcome that shouldn’t have been possible.
Humans and vrix were two different species. They should not have been compatible.
Yet they were.
With every passing day, it was harder for Callie to deny her growing attraction to Urkot. She couldn’t stop her eyes from straying toward him and raking over his body, couldn’t help the way her own body reacted in his presence, couldn’t prevent the warmth that bloomed in her core when she noticed him watching her with keen interest. Every time he touched her, her skin tingled like it was charged with electricity.
And she wanted to experience more of that sensation. She wanted to feel it all over. She wanted…
More of him.
“You must go,” came a deep, raspy voice, breaking Callie from her reverie.
She blinked down at her work. With her head up in the clouds as she fantasized about a certain sapphire-eyed vrix, the leaves had come loose, completely undoing the tight weave she’d started. This didn’t resemble a basket in the slightest; it was just a frond with bent leaves now.
Ugh.
