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And the way Veylor just tried to embarrass me by calling me pet… two can play that game.
Which brought me to boldly say, “Aren’t you going to give Veylor a lick on the cheek?” I sweetly asked Oryx.
Oryx jerked his head up in surprise but nodded quickly. “You would like to see me kiss Veylor?”
Veylor’s mouth dropped and he cleared his throat. “That’s not necessary. We are taking things slow…”
“Nonsense,” I said cheekily. “I would love to see you kiss Veylor, Oryx. Show me how you kiss him, like you kiss me.”
The fear of being outside in the courtyard was forgotten, and now a new memory was about to unfold. I was oddly curious to watch Oryx and Veylor make out.
Oryx turned to Veylor, his tail whipped back and forth in excitement. Veylor's eyes widened slightly, taken aback by the sudden turn of events. "Vesper, you don't know what you'reasking for," Veylor warned, but his voice lacked the usual sternness.
"Oh, I think I do," I replied, crossing my arms and watching intently. Oryx leaned in, his tongue swiping across his snout. The air between all of us crackled with tension.
Was he going to let Oryx do it?
Veylor stood frozen, his gaze flickering between Oryx and me.
“Our pet wants this,” Oryx growled. “We should at least give into her wishes. You want that right?”
Since when did Oryx become a manipulative little monster?
Oryx snapped his skull toward me. “Do you want to see me kiss him or not?” Oryx tilted his skull.
I tried to hide my smile. “Yes, please.”
I watched as Oryx came closer to Veylor with his heated gaze. He leaned into Oryx as Oryx took his long tongue and started at the base of Veylor’s neck.
Veylor's breath hitched as Oryx's tongue trailed up his neck, a sight that sent a shiver down my spine. His eyes fluttered closed, and for a moment, I saw that vulnerability in him I’ve seen before. Oryx's tail whipped faster, betraying his excitement as he reached Veylor's jawline, his massive form towering over Veylor's lean frame.
Veylor's hands clenched and unclenched at his sides, as if fighting an internal battle. "Oryx," he whispered, a warning and a plea all in one. His voice was hoarse, barely recognizable. I watched, mesmerized, as Oryx's tongue finally reached Veylor's lips, tracing their shape gently, almost reverently.
A soft groan escaped Veylor, and he seemed to give in, his hands reaching up to grasp Oryx's shoulders. He pulled Oryx closer, deepening the kiss as Veylor opened his mouth and their tongues rubbed together. It was fierce and passionate, a clash of desire and longing.
A fiery heat surged through my veins, igniting every nerve in ways I had never imagined. I felt both scorching and chilled, as if a storm of electricity crackled within me, demanding my surrender. The force urged me closer to these two, a magnetic pull that insisted I become entwined with them, to be consumed by whatever this exhilarating chaos was.
Why do I want this so badly?
As they pulled away, Veylor's cheeks were flushed, his breath ragged. He turned to look at me, his eyes dark with emotion. "Satisfied?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Chapter 37
Oryx
She liked it, she liked it a lot.
Good thing I could not smile because I would at this moment. Her arousal was potent and I know Veylor could not smell her like I could, but it made me insanely hard. More than just by kissing him.
We had denied ourselves even the brush of skin against skin for so long, bound by our word, but now—gods—the scorching heat of his flesh beneath my fingertips with Vesper's hungry eyes devouring us both. My blood turned molten. Every nerve ending screamed alive, desperate, ravenous. I wanted to devour himwhole, to mark him, claim him, break him apart and rebuild him as mine.
And do the same to my pet.
Vesper continued to stare at us, wide-eyed. Her breath was slow and her mind was racing with dirty, dirty thoughts.
Thoughts that we put there.
“Is she broken?”Veylor asked me through the mind-link we shared.“I think we broke her. Did she not like it?”His expression stayed unchanged, yet his cheeks still had a hint of pink. I licked across my snout.“No, she very much likes what she saw. In fact, she wants to be a part of it next time.”
