“Yes,” I groan out, yanking him down the hall and towards my bedroom. My brain quickly reminds me of the maturous trial I just witnessed. Soon it’ll be Timalah’s turn. I want this, want him while I still can. And maybe that makes me selfish. Or maybe that just makes me human.
Chapter Seven
Timalah
Ghenie’s words play over and over in my head. I try to push them away but I just can’t. Fuck. The scene does an instant replay without my permission.
“We need to talk,” Ghenie says, pulling me to the side as everyone else leaves the town square. My eyes dart over Ghenie’s head, watching as Christian and Miles walk away, side by side. My heart feels light when I look at him, knowing he feels the same as I do. I look back at my friend, at my leader, wondering why he looks so serious.
“What’s going on?”
Ghenie lets out a long breath before he’s putting on his Toralleh face. He looks sorry as he says, “it’s your time, Timalah.”
My heart picks up speed, crawling up into my throat. I try to breathe but I suddenly find it so much harder, like a vice is latched around my lungs, keeping them from expanding. “My time for what?”
“For your maturous trial. I’m sorry.”
“But why? You’re the one who decides. You could just hold it off. You could wait.”
Ghenie’s eyes harden. “You know I don’t control these things. I don’t just make them up to serve my own purpose. There are cycles and meditations and I do my best to follow in our ancestors’ steps. I know you’re my friend but I’m also your Toralleh. Please don’t forget that.”
I lower my head, showing my sorry and submission. “I understand,” I say, not even recognizing my own voice for the way it’s lost all tone.
“Isn’t it better this way?” Ghenie asks softly. “This way you’ll know without a doubt if he’s really yours. And if he’s not, you won’t be living with a broken heart later on.”
“Maybe you’re right,” I say softly, “or maybe I’ll just have that broken heart sooner rather than later.”
I come back to the present as a hot, wet mouth kisses along the underside of my throat. My chest aches with how much I need Miles, how much I need him to know exactly how I feel about him. Now that our relationship has an expiration date, I can’t help but want to experience everything with Miles, just in case.
My eyes prickle as my hands tighten in Miles’ shirt, trying to get my breathing under control. I don’t want him to know anything is wrong. If this really is the end of us, I want this time we have together to be wonderful and free, not weighed down. I need to stay in the present instead of worrying about tomorrow.
“Timalah,” Miles murmurs as he continues to kiss my jaw and the side of my throat. His mouth feels so good against my skin and I can’t stop myself from shivering. My tail flicks back and forth behind me, wanting to wrap around his waist and hold him against my chest. So I let it do just that.
Once inside Miles’ room, I give myself a moment just to look around and take it in, wanting to commit it all to memory. Miles’ hands are achingly gentle as he helps me out of my chest leathers. They slide over my chest, filling me with warmth all over. I run my nose over the top of his head, just breathing him in, a low rumble sounding between us, coming from the center of my chest.
Miles smiles up at me. “I love that noise,” he tells me and there’s something about knowing that he loves a sound that is so far from human that makes me want him even more. Instead of answering, I cup his face and kiss him. This time the fire is leaving, replaced by a soft gentleness, a kiss that’s filled with equal parts longing and affection. I don’t want Miles to question how I feel, no matter what the future may bring.
As I kiss him, licking into his mouth, my hands work at getting him out of his pants. I need to feel his skin against mine as soon as possible. His hand cups my erection through my pants and a moan escapes my lips. Miles catches it with his lips as my hips shove into his hand, needing some friction against my aching cock.
“I want you,” I tell him, my voice coming out breathless between kisses. “I want you so bad, Miles. Can I have you? Please?”
“Yeah,” Miles breathes, taking a step back and shoving his shirt off and tossing it onto the floor. I quickly get out of my pants, leaving us both completely and blissfully naked.
I crawl onto Miles’ bed, my stomach fluttering as his scent surrounds me. I lay on my back, staring up at the ceiling and thinking about the way his room will soon smell like us together. Miles joins me, laying against my side, his leg thrown over my waist. I wrap my arms around him as we get lost in kissing, our hands exploring each other’s hot skin. When he wraps a hand around my erection I hiss out a curse, my stomach quivering with need.
“Miles,” I gasps out as he swirls his thumb over my leaking slit before bringing his finger up to his mouth and licking it clean. The sight threatens to undo me, but I hold out. “Miles. I need you, please. Fuck me.”
I grab his wrist, leading his hand down between my thighs. His finger is tentative as it touches my hole. “What? God, I didn’t know you got wet. Fuck, that’s so hot,” he says, burying his face against my throat as he circles my wet pucker. Then, without warning he breaches me. I let out a gasp at the intrusion, the stretch feeling just right.
“Keep going,” I grit out through clenched teeth, my tail wrapping around his wrist and guiding him the way I like it. He pushes a second finger into my ass and then a third, making sure I’m ready for him. Desperation claws at my throat but I push it down, focusing on the feel of Miles’ fingers inside me and the kisses he leaves on my face.
My cock is dripping onto my belly, leaving a pool by my belly button. Miles sits up, crawling down my body and stopping to lick my precum. “You taste so good, Tim,” he says breathily.
“Don’t butcher my name,” I say softly, smiling at the inside joke. His eyes shine back at me as he situates himself between my thighs. He looks so beautiful. My Dorshkah, my delicious nugget of gold. I wanna cry, I wanna thrash, I wanna tell the ancestors they’re unfair to take Miles away from me, but instead I sink back against Miles’ sheets, lifting my right leg and hooking it over Miles’ shoulder to give him access to my ass.
Miles runs his hand over my thigh. He turns his head and kisses my calf. Then he guides his cock to my hole, sinking in without any resistance. Feeling him connect with me in this intimate way leaving us both gasping in pleasure. My chest aches with how much I need this. I’ve never felt so close to someone as I feel with Miles right now in this moment.
“Holy fucking shit,” Miles gasps out, his eyes clenched shut as he sinks into me. His cock feels so good, so hot inside of me. My wetness grows even more with how turned on I am, with how much I desire him.
“Move, Dorshkah. Fuck me.”
And he does.
Miles slides his cock out of me before slamming it back home. Pleasure fills my belly, making me clench around his dick. I’m overwhelmed. My sight grows blurry and my toes curl. My tail wraps around Miles’ middle as I put my leg down, pulling him down against my chest, needing to be even closer than we already are despite the way we’re already connected.