“That’s comforting.”
I rubbed my thumbs over her hips, trying to remember how to work this blue panel. I cursed Jamie and his tech.
The mouse giggled. “You’re tickling me.”
I strolled through the tools looking for the right one and found myself smiling back. I squeezed her hips. Poor cute mouse. Human women giggled when they were happy. The alternative to the giggle was growling. I’d rather be giggled at than growled at. I could’ve found the tool just by calling it out, but I’d need to bypass security protocol from my office panel and go into my personal panel inside my quarters. This would require me speaking codes in Tineyan, and I didn’t want the mouse to hear anything or learn this particular part of our tech. She would learn and report back only the few things I wanted her to learn.
Meanwhile, I’d listen to her giggle some more.
Chapter Seven
Reagan
Mayhem cursed and slammed a palm on the table. The blue console disappeared. “I hate this tech shit,” he mumbled.
“I don’t,” I pitched in. “It makes life easier.”
“How?”
“For example, you don’t have to boil hot water. It comes out of the showers. If you had to live in tents and trailers, you’d appreciate the tech.”
Mayhem shook his head. “I’ve lived longer than you and in tents. I still don’t like tech.”
“How come? The tech is yours. From your kind, I mean.”
“My kind,” he repeated. “Some of my kind, not exactly all my kind. Not all of us are…kind.”
“You mean not all of you are nice?”
“Yes, that.”
None of them were nice, but I engaged my filter on that one.
Mayhem reached to his side. He pulled out a seven-inch-long knife with an edge so thin and so sharp, it made me shiver. He tested the edge with his thumb and said, “You will not move so I don’t cut you. The knife is coated in an herb. It weakens hair roots, so if we do this every day, eventually the hair won’t grow back. I use this knife to shave, slice rope, and carve up bad humans who wish me and my people harm. Let’s begin.”
Okay, psycho. I sprawled with him between my legs. At least he didn’t make me feel sexy about it. I pretended I was seeing the community doctor for an exam. Mayhem’s ordinary approach to our extraordinary situation suited me fine.
Maurice wanted information, so I attempted to strike up a convo with the beast between my legs. “Anyways…this is what you do with women you buy? Shave them and then…”
He sliced down so fast, I yelped. “Holy fuck.” I looked to see my skin hair-free. I exhaled in relief. It was over, and he’d untie me soon. The whole thing took a second, and I chuckled at my own stupidity. Unlike humans, beasts were comfortable with sex, and sexy, and very little about nudity was taboo for them. For Mayhem, this was all normal.
He used the towel to wipe my mound several times and, once done, threw it on the floor. I opened my mouth to thank him and tried to wiggle my way out of the restraints. I wanted to get back upstairs and think about what information I could deliver, but Mayhem kept staring. Down there. I pressed my knees together as if to close them, but he snapped his gaze up, and his pale orange eyes froze me. I didn’t dare move anymore. And I didn’t move because he began growling at me.
I looked away from him and at the floor.
The growling stopped.
I snuck a glance and found him staring at my pussy. With his hand on my inner thigh, his claws bit into my skin. Just as I was about to cry and beg for my life, he bent lower, lower yet, and sniffed.
Oh boy.
He pulled back, wrinkled his nose, then sniffed again.
We stayed that way for what felt like a century. Him sniffing, me freaking out. During those few minutes, Mayhem stroked my thigh as his head descended lower and lower so that he could almost taste me. I didn’t know if he considered this behavior ordinary, but it sure was unusual for me. With his breaths on my pussy and an occasional growl from his chest, not to mention his hard, handsome features and broad shoulders stuck between my legs, I wished for his mouth to close the distance. My pussy got wet.
His nostrils flared.
“What…what are you doing?” I asked.
His eyebrows drew down. He looked confused, but only briefly. His gaze shot up and found mine. “I wonder what you taste like.”
“Oh no. I don’t taste good at all. Don’t eat me.”
“I already ate.”
Okay, we had a bit of misunderstanding. He didn’t want to eat me eat me, but maybe the other eat me. That was okay. I tried lifting my hips but the leather ties didn’t let up. I wanted to touch my mound to his lips. “So taste.”