Total pages in book: 142
Estimated words: 134898 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 674(@200wpm)___ 540(@250wpm)___ 450(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 134898 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 674(@200wpm)___ 540(@250wpm)___ 450(@300wpm)
She doesn’t, though. She just squares her shoulders and tries again without complaint.
It pisses me off.
Maybe I’d be more sympathetic if I wasn’t potion-dry. As it is, I’m starting to regret that I don’t have another dose waiting for me. I thought by now Gwenna would be under me every night—or, since we’re both fledglings, we’d be hiding in a closet somewhere with me between her thighs. That my knot would be well and truly milked on a regular basis.
But we haven’t touched again since she gave me that hand job last weekend.
It’s irritating me. It’s not her fault that it’s irritating me. I know I’m impossible when I’m on edge. Most Taurians are known to be moody leading up to the rutting frenzy of the Conquest Moon. I have the hand of the god upon me at all times, though. My knot never goes dormant. I am endlessly needing, endlessly searching for relief.
And I get cranky.
I’m aware of it. I can’t help it, but I’m aware of it.
It’s one reason I never stay on any particular team for long. I end up snapping at someone and making an enemy. Or two. Or three. Other Taurians understand it and tolerate my moodiness more than others, but I’ve burned a lot of bridges with humans.
I should take another potion. Be done with it. Deaden my cock, improve my mood, and focus on finding the thief. It’s just that…I want Gwenna to touch me. And I don’t want to be numb to it when she does. Taking the potion feels like a betrayal of the woman I want.
And I do want her. More than anything. Even if she’s the thief. I’ve concluded that if she is, it’s because she’s being forced to do something against her will. Maybe she got pulled into a bad business deal. Maybe she’s being blackmailed.
My goal is to find out what’s going on so I can help her. Not just because I like her. Not just because the guild needs the leak plugged. I want Gwenna’s eyes to shine when she looks at me. I want her eager and excited to touch me, her savior. Am I shit for wanting that? Maybe.
But I want it just the same.
I run her through frantic training on Sixthday. The others stake out the library, taking turns at watching over things. They return to the nest to eat a meal, then head back to the library again that evening. “We’ve got a great spot on the roof next door,” Arrod says, shoving a full loaf of fresh bread into his pack for later. “We can see everything that happens down below. If someone goes through the front doors, we’ll see them. If someone heads around to the back alley, we’ll see them. No one’s getting in under our watch.”
“Good,” I tell him, and secretly I’m glad that Kipp, Hemmen, and Arrod are all heading out again. It’ll give Gwenna the freedom to touch me if she pleases. I’m thinking with my cock, for certain.
But that night, Gwenna is quiet once more. She’s silent through dinner, and if I prompt her, she’ll speak, but otherwise seems lost in thought.
I’m not getting touched tonight. I fight back my frustration, because I imagine she’s scared and worried, which is far more important than the incessant throbbing in my knot.
Gwenna goes to bed early. I decide to as well, since we’ll be up at dawn to work on more training. She’s silent, but I stare at the ceiling, drumming my fingers on my stomach. My mind won’t stop churning. Finally, I roll over and look at her.
She’s awake, curled into a ball under the blankets, but her eyes are open.
“You okay?” I ask.
Gwenna hesitates. “I don’t know.”
“Do you…” Want me to fuck you until you can’t think straight? “…need to talk?”
She bites her lip in the darkness. “I want to see Sparrow tomorrow. Can we do that instead of training?”
I’m a little wounded that she doesn’t want me to comfort her. That she wants her friend instead. “Just for a little while. You do need to practice.”
“I will.”
I grunt and turn back to staring at the ceiling. My cock throbs mercilessly, and I know sleep is going to be difficult tonight. Perhaps tomorrow while she’s chatting with Sparrow, I can slip out and see if Naiah can get me another potion. But then I’d be leaving Gwenna alone, and I promised I wouldn’t. I’m just going to have to bear it.
“Did you mean what you said?” Gwenna’s soft voice floats through the darkness. “About keeping me safe?”
“Aye. Meant every bit of it.”
“Thank you.”
My mood improves, despite everything.
* * *
The next morning, Gwenna puts on a dress and bodice, and it throws me off. I’d hoped my knot would calm down after a good night’s sleep, but I’d dreamed about Gwenna and her luscious tits. Gwenna and her slick cunt rubbing against my greedy hand.