Kurt couldn't tell which was more messed up. The fact that he was being straddled by an assassin with a dagger held over his head, or the fact that he was turned on by it. The evidence was rather undeniable, pressing insistently against her.
Squish!
Lena slammed the dagger down into a scorpion the size of a human foot that had been crawling toward Kurt's head. "Sand scorpions," she whispered. "Poisonous fuckers."
When she shifted slightly, she felt it. Something huge brushing against her through the thin fabric of their prison uniforms.
She froze.
"Oh?" Lena tilted her head, not quite sure what she was feeling at first. Then her eyes widened with realization. "Oh."
A slow smile spread across her face. "Wow."
She didn't need to touch it to realize just how big it was. "I heard Untouched hunters are supposed to be celibate. Untouched not just from essence, but from all carnal desires." She raised an eyebrow. "Seems like someone didn't get the memo."
