Page 28 of The Delver
She moved to kiss his cheek once more, but before her lips made contact, Urkot turned his face toward her, causing her mouth to press to the hard crease of his.
A gasp of surprise escaped Callie. His grip on her tightened as a shudder coursed through him. He released a breath, which flowed over her lips.
“Oh, you sneaky vrix, you,” she whispered with a chuckle. She flicked her tongue out against his mouth, teasingly tracing the crease, then swiftly pulled out of his grasp, taking several steps back.
Urkot’s breaths came harsh and fast through his nose holes, and his body was tense as he lowered his hand. Callie didn’t miss that his claspers shifted, one crossing over the other to press down on his slit. She knew exactly why he was doing it, and it sent a rush of arousal through her, pouring heat into her core and making her nipples harden.
That arousal only intensified when his blue tongue slipped out and trailed slowly, deliberately, across his mouth as though he were savoring her taste.
Oh, fuck me.
What would it feel like to have that long, thick tongue stroking her pussy? Pushing inside her?
Would his cock be that same shade of blue?
Whoa now, Callie. You know you want him, but that doesn’t mean now. Slow down, girl.
But God was it hard to take it slow when it had beensolong. Especially knowing how sexually satisfied Ivy and Ahmya had been, and how desperately Callie’s body was yearning for touch.
A distraction. That was all she needed. Something to get her mind off thrusting tongues and blue cocks.
Stop it!
The beat of the drums pounded through her, urging her to move to its rhythm, to surrender to instinct—but notthatinstinct. Not sex, but something achingly close. Something just as primal. Something she could lose herself in just as thoroughly.
Callie reached out, took hold of Urkot’s upper right hand, and gave it a tug. “Dance with me, Urkot.”
CHAPTER 6
As though Callie’s sweet,seductive scent weren’t enough to overwhelm Urkot, as though her words hadn’t pierced his hearts to resonate along his heartsthread in a ceaseless thrum, now she’d taken his hand. Her small, soft hand had closed around his big, rough one, and she was leading him to dance.
Urkot had never danced. He’d never been chosen by a female.
But Callie was choosing him now.
He offered no resistance as she drew him into the crowd of thornskulls. For the first time in his life, his body felt light, agile, as though he were floating like a cloud. He was led not just by her hand, but by the invisible silk thread that bound them. A thread that was bringing them closer and closer.
He couldn’t have resisted if he’d wanted to.
Callie glanced at him over her shoulder, and their gazes locked. Her warm brown eyes held such depth, such emotion, such tantalizing heat. If he stared into them long enough, he would find peace and happiness. He would find everything he’d ever craved.
Though he did not understand human mating rituals, this somehow felt like one. It was not the solidifying of their bond,it was not the declaration of a claim, but it was something intimate. Something important. He felt it in the way she held his hand, felt it in his hearts.
When she stopped and turned to face him, the rest of the celebration ceased to exist. The rest of the world ceased to exist. There was only Urkot and Callie.
She released his hand. He fought back the instinct to reach for her, to grab her and draw her close.
Keeping her eyes locked with his, she began to move.
Urkot had seen her dance before, but this…this was different. Her body swayed from side to side, arms rising slowly, hands delving into her hair. Every part of her moved in time with the drums, so perfectly that it seemed as though she were dictating their beat.
It was slow, sensual, beckoning, drawing his attention to her every curve, accentuating the unique way her body could move, making his stem stir behind his slit and his hands itch to be on her skin.
This was a mating dance. It had to be.
And she might as well have ensnared him with a rope and drawn him in.
He stepped to her and trailed his fingers across the silk on her belly as he circled behind her. Callie didn’t shy away from his touch, and her eyes didn’t leave his until he was at her back.
