Page 22 of The Lost Child

Canavar twitched, then went deathly still.

I scrambled by his side, nearly delirious with lust, covered in his blood, and the pressure in my veins so thick I felt like I was going to explode.

I was going to pass out. I was going to throw up.

I shoved my hand down my pants and touched my inner core, moaning as my fingers met wet, slick flesh.

Canavar groaned, one eye a mere slit as it cracked open and focused on me, his nostrils flared wide.

Hot shame coated me more completely than the blood stuck to my skin. A man was dying next to me, and I was trying to get off.

But I couldn’t stop.

My eyes closed as I tried to concentrate; to get this over with quickly so I could focus on Canavar. On–

My eyes flew open as a rough hand landed on my ankle, and tugged me forward like I was a child's sword. Glowing green eyes pinned me down as thick arms dragged me to him. He looked paler then he should, and like he’d pass out again any minute.

“Let me go! I—”

Without warning, he shoved his large hand under my pants and cupped my sex in his palm, fingers slicking with surprising gentleness against my folds. I writhed on the ground as the pressure in my chest built and then he slipped one claw carefully inside of me.

I threw my head back and moaned.

Canavar hissed and kept up a slow, languid pattern of stroking that was killing me. I mumbled his name, and he growled, increasing the pace.

“Yes, like that,” I begged, uncaring how wanton I must have looked or sounded, twitching on the ground with no shame while he bled out around me.

It was coming. So close. If he just move a little bit there—

“AH!”

I swore as white light flooded my vision. I came hard, panting heavily as every muscle in my core tensed and released. Canavar’s hand went still, almost too still. Panicked that I’d exhausted him in some way, I pushed away the afterglow and popped up on my feet, feeling renewed and refreshed.

I stopped.

Looked at his back.

Looked again.

Where there had just been strips of flesh hanging from bone, there was now fresh, unblemished skin. I wouldn’t have believed he’d ever been injured to begin with, but his blood was still on the ground, a silent witness that the horror had been true.

I’d carried this odd energy with me my entire life, and I knew sex was the only thing that helped. But I couldn’t deny what was currently staring me down in the face. I had magick. Healing magick! Powerful magick, if it could bring a being as massive as him back from death’s door.

I would ponder more on that later.

“C-Canavar? Are you alright?”

I gave him a slight nudge to his shoulder, his skin hot like a blanket warmed from a fire brick. His chest rose up and down reassuringly, so he was simply sleeping. Though I wasn’t sure how anyone could rest in this cold, drafty cave. I put my arms around my knees and curled up into myself, trying to maintain warmth. My teeth chattered within minutes.

I eyed Canavar again and scooted my body over so I was pressed to his side. I nearly moaned as his heat seeped into me. Tentatively, I wrapped myself around his massive arm, curling into the warmth of his body.

Perhaps it was for the best he’d passed out. I can’t imagine being able to get this close if we were awake. Or at least, I wouldn’t be able to get this close without him thinking it was something else.

We were a bit past that now though, weren’t we? My father was furious with me. I was stuck in this awful, cold place, and I’d nearly gotten Canavar killed. After which, he’d gotten me off with the most exquisite orgasm while bleeding out.

Something was very wrong with me.

And him.

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