17. Chapter 17

Itake a step back when Zil's gaze sends my pussy on fire. Maybe I should learn to control my words, like he suggested. But...

I can't stop myself. When he is close by, it feels like something is wrong with me. I love to poke him for a reaction and...

"Zil, what are you looking at?"

He swallows. Before I can say another word, he grabs me and puts me on the kitchen island. He parts my legs and inserts himself between them. "Is this what you want? Something I can eat right away, without having to wait for it to cool off."

I gasp at that. My cheeks burn even hotter when he busts me, but I don't want to admit it. I love to mess with him. Maybe this is what I get.

How will it feel if I let him eat my pussy? Maybe his tongue...

He grunts. "What's the silence for? You know what's going to happen. You want this."

He rubs my pussy and I inch closer to him. His cock twitches and I end up staring at that. He snickers. "You are naughty and have been wanting me."

I don't mind if he thinks that way. I still haven't figured out why I kicked him off me yesterday, but I can use some pleasure for now. When I have such a huge male who swears he is here to protect me, I'm going to make him work to show that.

"Zil... Show me what you got."

"Are you going to kick me in the face this time around?" He yanks off my trousers and my panties. "So nice, and already wet."

"Fuck!" I gasp he his hot breath lands on my pussy. He knows what he is doing, and he isn't going to let me go just like that.

He rubs my clit. "Maybe this is the sensitive spot. I didn't have enough time to investigate last night."

I'm not sure whether this is a good idea.

I grit my teeth when he pinches my clit lightly, sending sparks through my body. "Zil... Fuck... Yes!"

He shoves a finger into my pussy and starts moving in and out. "Squirm for me, and scream."

I can't stop myself. My pussy sucks his finger, but that's not enough. After last night, I want him to sink his huge cock into me. That is going to stretch me, and he is going to take control of my body and...

I flinch, and he looks up at me, tilting his head to the side. He grunts. "What's with that?" His finger is still moving in and out of me.

Maybe I should think about something else. Like—

His hot tongue teases my pussy and soon, the finger is gone, but his tongue slides into me. His tongue is rough, giving a lot of pleasure, but not enough to hurt. It rubs so well that pleasure explodes in me, left and right.

I gasp and my body shakes. I clench a fist, but trying to hold back only makes the pleasure stronger. "Zil..."

He moves away from me, seemingly getting ready to say something. The moment his tongue leaves, the moment I need him to keep going. I grab his head, shoving him to my pussy. "Don't stop, please."

He grunts and lets out another breath on my pussy. I'm so close to an orgasm.

He licks me and slurps all my juices. My toes curl as pleasure brews in me. Fuck... he is so good with me.

"Zil! Yes!" My body shakes when an orgasm rushes through. He made me come yesterday, but this is different, even better. Maybe I'm not as nervous this time around.

He licks his lips when I let go of his head. "Looks like you are a bit too hungry."

Is he... His cock is fully hard and ready for me. His trousers aren't hiding much. I stare at that. He can fuck me well and I have no doubt I'll enjoy it a lot, yet...

I get off the kitchen island, but my legs are a bit too weak to take my weight. He grabs me and holds me to his chest before I will end up on the floor.

He kisses my forehead. My height makes it easy for him. He makes me feel tiny but safe. He says, "What are you hurrying for? Leaving me?"

I smack his chest and hold on to the counter to stand. "The actual food. It is getting cold now."

He grunts and mutters something under his breath. Maybe he is mad that I've riled him up but leave him hanging with his hard cock.

I ignore him and pick up my bowl. The curry is different. I've tried my best, but the uzains have different seasonings, so it comes out a bit different from what I'm used to. The spiciness leans closer to the tingly side instead of a sharper one, but it is good regardless. It isn't that hard to be better than the orange goo.

Zil said he will always give his mate the best. I don't think I'm going to end up as his mate if we follow his plan well, but I hope to give him the best I can to thank him for all he did for me. It must be rough to fight the captain and who knows what consequence there can be?

Maybe the captain doesn't dare to do something to Zil when he is the coach, but when they go back to their hive, maybe it will be different.

I poke my fork into a carrot. It is tender and perfect. Because of Zil, this isn't as hot as I'd like it to be, but I'm not complaining. My stomach rumbles harder, even though I've started eating. I try the potato, it is pretty good too. I guess I didn't forget my cooking skills.

It's silly to think I will forget about that in a few days, anyway.

My heart squeezes at that. It hasn't been long since I've been here, far away from the life I'm used to, yet... It feels like so much time has passed. Who knows how much longer will it take before I can get out of here?

I glance at Zil, who promises he is going to help me. He is... already done with his first bowl and busy getting more from the pot. His eyes are glowing, which warms my heart.

When I worked in the stall, no one had ever acted like that. Not that there'll be a chance for them to get close to the pot.

He takes another bowl, scooping the stew into his mouth. "Ouch!" he puts the bowl to the side with his tongue sticking out.

I snort a laugh. "Chill. The ones in the pot are still hot. It isn't like they will flee from you."

He murmurs and grunts. I can't hear him clearly when he talks with his tongue out. But maybe he is growling about how he already knows it is hot by now and I should shut up.

I let out a breath, looking away from him when tears brew in my chest. It's good to see him happy, but the heaviness is still in my chest. He will have to act a ton sillier to take my mind off that. I'm still a prisoner here.

He sighs. "Hazel... Did I do something wrong? Like... I exist?"

"You have to be joking. I don't hate you. It's just... I want to be back home even more."

"I can see that. You were... a lot more energetic when you were cooking, losing yourself in the moment."

I nod, not wanting to say much more. Now, I'm not hungry. I want to be on my own. I put my bowl and fork to the side.

He asks, "Are you full? It doesn't make sense."

Nothing makes sense. Maybe I should give up trying to make sense of anything. "Do you have a shift coming up next?"

"So... Do you want to be on your own?"

"Yeah... I'm tired."

"Oh..." He glances at his bowl. "I can leave you alone. Do you know how to go back to my room?"

Well... "No, I don't think I can remember the door. There's no indication on them at all."

"I'll be back with you later?"

No...?

He sighs when I remain quiet. "Okay, I'll leave you alone. I'm going to be in the training field. You can ask the uzains walking by. Everyone knows where that is."

"Why won't I ask them for your room instead?"

"Um... I suppose..."

I shrug and reach for the scoop. "Here, eat more before you leave."

He gulps down his bowl before he hands it over. "Sure."

I pour him the stew. "You can't be this hungry."

"Well, your pussy is nice, but— Oh, I mean you made amazing food, so I can't stop wanting more and..." He sighs. "Whatever, I think you know what I mean. I'm a warrior, not someone who's good with words."

Maybe I do. He annoys me at times, but... maybe he isn't that bad.

I put the scoop back into the pot. "Are you leaving?"

"Sure." He leaves with the bowl, not without giving me another glance in case I'll change my mind.

I just want to be alone, so... I'm not going to say anything. He is a bit too good at flirting with me. My stomach is still warm from the pleasure he sent into me with his tongue.

His arms aren't that bad either. When he holds me, it feels safe to be with him.

But he is a uzain.

And...

Well, it isn't like I only deal with humans at work.

I shake my head. I should stop thinking about stupid stuff. Everything is just for the looks. He and I aren't and won't be mates. I'm just doing those things to make sure I stand the best chance of getting out of here. That's all about it.

Even though Zil is nice to me, I don't owe him anything.