Cheyenne’s smile dropped and her clear eyes flashed. Was the girl purposefully doing it? Trying to incite her? Did it really bother Cheyenne enough to stop and deny not only Talyssa, but herself? No, she decided. She wasn’t offended enough to stop. Maybe that could be their secret, too. That in secret, Cheyenne would let Talyssa speak the language of the gods.
But it wouldn’t come without a price. Cheyenne had to keep herself in an assertive position, after all. Not even in secret could she let Talyssa get away with walking all over her. A little reminder of who she was, what she was, and to be respectful could go a long way.
Cheyenne caught Talyssa by the jaw, holding her firmly but not in a cruel way. She leaned in to growl against Talyssa’s ear. “I thought I told you not to speak like that.” A light nibble against Talyssa’s earlobe followed and Cheyenne pulled back just enough to kiss her again, roughly pushing her harder against the wall. Their hips came together in that motion and it sent a rush of pleasure and desire through Cheyenne so much that she moaned softly into Talyssa’s mouth.
The hand under Talyssa’s shirt came up to latch onto the swell of her breast over her bra. She felt her out while in the same motion let her hips grind subtly against Talyssa’s. The girl tasted so good, felt so good against her, sounded so good with her little sounds. Cheyenne wanted her to make more sounds.