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Varus pulled me away from the hard ground and held me against his chest. I splayed my hands over his shoulders, feeling the new scar tissue that formed on his right shoulder.
Then the tip of his tongue touched the center of my lips, gently seeking invitation to enter. I opened my mouth and received him.
The texture of his tongue was different from mine. The tip was smooth, thin, and slick. He flicked it across mine. I experienced a hot sensation in my core that became a low throb, traveling down between my legs.
I let out a small gasp, surprised at my body’s response. I think Varus noticed. With my eyes still closed, I felt his lips stretch across mine. Was hesmilingat my reaction?
I ran my tongue across his. His was slightly rougher towards the middle. As I tasted him, a wicked thought crossed my mind of having him use it on other places on my body. The thought alone sent another ache channeling down to my clitoris.
What was wrong with me? I was out in the field, surrounded by dangers from plant and animal alike, and all my mind wanted to do was think about sex. I’d never even had sex, for goodness’ sakes.
A frustrated sound escaped my throat.
Varus broke off the kiss. "Am I doing it wrong?"
The sudden need to have his lips back on mine left me shook. "No, it’s not you. I mean, it is you, but it’s not your fault why I’m feeling this way."
He curved a red eyebrow. "I don’t understand you when you talk fast in your language."
Did I lapse into English and forget how to speak Javorian now? "Don’t mind me." I spoke in his language as I pushed my fingers through his hair and brought his head down for another kiss.
I liked how he tasted. My skin prickled where he put his hand on my arm and the way his wild hair fell forward and tickled my neck. He kissed me again and again, entering my mouth once more to caress it with his skillful tongue.
Varus made a trail down my chin with his lips to kiss my neck. I exposed it to him, enjoying the feel of his lips on my skin. He lingered over the pulse point at the base. Then he abruptly drew back, separating himself from all contact with me.
"I can’t do this here. Your blood, the scent. It’s too tempting."
I put a hand to my neck and felt my elevated pulse. Of course, he had to have sensed it, too.
He distanced himself. "I can’t help you anymore without risk."
I nodded, hating that he aided me but there was nothing I could do to satisfy his need for blood.
He kept a watchful, concerned eye on me. "How are you feeling?"
"Better." My nipples were hard beneath the rough fabric of my uniform. Between surviving on this planet and being attracted to an alien male, I grappled to find my sense of reason. "I think my field theory on DNA exchange held up." Maybe a little too well. In addition to no longer being lightheaded and affected by the air on this planet, I had energy. Hopefully, enough to help me make it back to the ship. "You knew exactly what a kiss was but had fun with me by pretending you didn’t."
He made a little sound. I couldn’t tell whether he thought what I said was humorous or if I made his mood worse. We couldn’t keep going if one of us had sinking morale.
"Varus."
He took his time turning his head to look at me. His face became tense.
I rolled up the sleeve of my uniform and held out my arm, exposing my wrist. "Would this help take the edge off?"
Hunger flashed in his eyes. It happened so fast I barely had time to register my own shock. The same tension in his face spread to the rest of his body. He remained in one spot. He stood rigid as though he were fighting an internal battle. "You had trouble breathing. Now you want to offer me your blood to drink?"
Despite getting nervous, I kept my arm out. "I can see that you need it."
"No." He put his back towards me again.
"Why not? You helped me. It’s only fair that I help you."
"It won’t be an even exchange. I need a large amount of blood. More than the tiny eight pints coursing through your body." He spread his wings, creating a barrier between me and him. "At this stage, I wouldn’t be able to stop until I had my fill."
I took in the full meaning of his words. When I had my first briefing on Javorians, the Wanderstar Fleet made clear the needs of this alien people group. Without blood, they’d starve to death, but not before turning feral and destroying everything in their path. I learned that as humans, we tended to explain things away. We hid our needs just as much as we did our desires. Maybe it was because we had the privilege of not needing to consume blood to survive. Here, the Javorians did not sugarcoat things that were necessary to their very survival. To do so meant death.
As I was learning at this moment, a half-starved Javorian like Varus was so close to teetering on the edge of the sane and primal. The serum was the only thing keeping him from losing his mind.
