Page 31 of Changeling
He squeezes my hand. “It’s just that you ask so many questions at once when I can only answer one at a time.”
“But you will answer?”
“I will.”
That sends a rush of relief to my chest. I take a breath. Relax. “Then start answering.”
Dominus rolls onto his side and strokes a finger over my cheek. “So bossy after you’ve come.”
I thank the stars his eyes glimmer with amusement rather than anger. Before this, I really couldn’t tell.
“Yes, I fed from you. I told you I was going to.”
I turn to him too. “I didn’t feel it.”
“You wouldn’t.” He swipes a lock of my hair behind my ear. “It’s subtle for you but extremely pleasurable for me.”
I still don’t understand. “But you didn’t come.”
“I didn’t want to.”
My eyebrows scrunch together. Why in the world wouldn’t Dominus want to come? “You didn’t?”
“No.”
Vulnerability has my gut lurching. “Why?”
He heaves a sigh. We’re still holding hands, and I give his a squeeze, willing him to speak.
“I’m not ready for that”—a pause that stretches for an eternity tests my patience—“with you.”
I’m not sure how I should take that, but my disappointment sits heavy. “Because I’m a faerie?”
“Yes.”
Well, at least he’s clear about it, though the knowledge only makes me feel worse.
I like Dominus. I liked him before the earth-shattering orgasm he just coaxed from my loins, and I like him even more now that I know what his palm feels like against mine. But I doubt he’ll ever feel the same toward me. It doesn’t seem fair, but nothing is fair—that much I know for sure.
He lifts my hand to his mouth and drops a quick kiss to the backs of my fingers, which only serves to remind me we haven’t even kissed yet. I stare at his lips with longing.
He lets go of my hand and sits up.
“Do you have to go?” A realization slams me sideways. “Are there other…customers?”
He arches his brows, a defiant tilt to his chin. “If I say yes?”
I don’t want him hopping from my bed to another, but I have no claim on Dominus. It’s his business to pleasure others as he’s pleasured me. I should count myself lucky for the free sample, though emptiness sits heavy in my gut.
I give a sad shrug. “Then you say yes.”
He shakes his head. “You’re impossible.”
“I’m trying to be reasonable.”
“Don’t. Say what you want.”
“I want you to stay. Iwantto suck your cock, but I’ll settle for sharing whatever goodies Rizpah has stowed upon that tray.” I nod to the covered dish we’ve ignored until now.
