Devi's Distraction (Icehome, #6)

by Ruby Dixon

It is a shame S’bren is on my team, because I would like the chance to grind his face into the dirt very much.

“All I know is that I should be focused on the games, or on hunting, or on my leg, and instead, all I can think about is Devi’s mouth. Devi’s skin. Devi’s scent. Devi’s smile.”

“Just for pleasure. Nothing more. No promises, just joy. I will not hold you and call you mine, and I will not expect you to do the same.” It is painful to speak such things, because every fiber of my being demands that I claim her.

I suddenly wish I had not agreed to leave her clothes on. I have none, but the blanket still rests over my lap, and I want to fling it aside, push her down into the furs, and bury myself inside her.