“Need. More,” he growled.
He pulled out and rolled me over, like I weighed little more than a rag doll. I loved the way he could move my body. Water sluiced down his body as he lifted himself out of the water and onto the ledge. He pulled me onto his lap and suddenly I was straddling him, riding him, chasing another high. I ground my hips, fucking him deep.
“What do you need?” I purred.
“Bite me.”
His hands gripped my thighs, bruising. I leaned forward and dragged my tongue up his throat.
“Bite me,” he demanded again.
I sank my fangs into his neck ...
Chapter 19
Meera
I woke up from the blissful haze of my dream to the weight of a fat cat on my chest.
“About time,” he said lazily, shifting his body and making it harder for me to breathe.
“Off,” I said through a strangled groan, and I rolled to the side as he reluctantly toppled over, before sitting up. I turned my ankle to see if it felt better. It was tight, but it wasn’t throbbing anymore. That was a good sign.
Sadie was braced against the cave wall, asleep, axes in hand. Damon rested on the other side of the cave entrance, sleeping in a similar fashion. Vareck lay next to me, his breathing steady and soft. A rush of panic surged through me. We had all screwed up on keeping watch.
As though he could read my mind, Corvo sauntered around and sat next to me. “I took the last watch. They’ve only been asleep for a couple of hours.”
“You did something nice for Damon?” I asked, raising a brow at him.
He snorted and wiggled his whiskers. “Uh, no. I did something nice for you. And I expect payment in return.”
“Well, I’m fresh out of tuna, so I don’t know what you want from me.”
“You can get me some fresh salmon.” His little tongue darted out, licking up the front of his nose and then off to the side. “I’ve had a craving lately. I found some canned, but alas, I need a human can opener.”
I looked around the cave. “Corvo. I’m stuck in hell, in case you haven’t noticed. Unless you happen to bring me some, I can’t help you.”
“Oh, I did. The canned one, anyway. That’ll hold me over. You owe me a big, giant fresh filet when you get home.”
“If I ever get home,” I muttered, wiping the sleep from my eyes.
“Oh, about that,” he began, then he trotted to Vareck’s ear and let out a long, loud, obnoxious meow. Vareck’s brows scrunched and his eyes shot open.
“Gods, you stupid cat,” he groaned, sitting up. “Why do you do that?”
“It amuses me,” he said with a feline shrug. He shrunk down into a loaf and curled his tail around himself. “It’s also payback for that pill you crushed into my tuna three months ago. Don’t think I didn’t notice.”
“It was medicine, you twat. You may be a god, but you’re stuck in a cat’s body. You can get worms and other parasites.
“He is a parasite,” Damon grumbled. He and Sadie were apparently awake, giving death glares to Corvo for his loud performance.
“Now, now,” he said, flicking his tail in annoyance. “You keep being mean to me, and I won’t tell you what you need to know.”
“Stop,” I begged, reaching over to scratch him behind the ear. “It’s too early in the morning, or night, or whatever time it is.”
“It’s a doozy, right?” he purred, closing his eyes and leaning into my hand.
“What is it we need to know?” Vareck rubbed at his temples.
