Total pages in book: 175
Estimated words: 166095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 830(@200wpm)___ 664(@250wpm)___ 554(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 166095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 830(@200wpm)___ 664(@250wpm)___ 554(@300wpm)
And I curl my tail around Bethiah’s wrist, wondering if she’ll allow it.
She does, relaxing her arm at her side and toying with the furred tip of my tail in a way that makes my cock twitch in response. “I don’t want everyone thinking I abuse my mates.”
“No one thinks that.” I reach out and caress her jaw. “And you do look nice tonight.”
“Flatterer. You just want to get laid.” She gives me a sly smile.
“As we established earlier, I’m also happy to watch. Whatever you two are comfortable with.”
Dora ties off Bethiah’s braid. The moment she does, she flings her arms around my neck, tackling me. I grunt in surprise as she climbs over me and pushes me down to the bed. “Tell us about your day, dear.”
I suspect they’re not interested in my day at all, and when Bethiah grabs my belt as Dora tugs on my tunic, I wonder if they’ve planned this ambush. “How am I supposed to concentrate when I have two females attacking me?”
Dora leans in and licks my earlobe. “Did you want us to stop?”
Never.
Sixty-Five
BETHIAH
Bless Dora and her enthusiasm. She’s so good at smoothing the way between Jamef and myself. If it was just me and him alone, I’d think about kissing him…and then probably wrestle him down to the mattress, bite him somewhere, and then retreat. If I’d get lucky, he’d chase me.
But Dora is far more straightforward. She wants to make sure that Jamef doesn’t feel left out of our earlier fun, and it was her idea to ambush him the moment he got back and just shower him with affection. After all, we’re spending his credits to upgrade the ship for the three of us, and while we’ve been doing our own thing (in between visits with the many wives of Kaatir), Jamef has been listening to the old male talk. And talk. And talk.
If nothing else, he deserves a neck rub for putting up with all that. Dora’s good with being affectionate, though. She’s so effortlessly sweet and eager that my reluctance and awkwardness isn’t as noticeable. I tell myself that if he seems annoyed, I’ll pull her off of him and distract her with some kisses of my own so her feelings aren’t hurt. Jamef likes his space, after all. He’s a loner. He…
I glance up at his face and I’m struck by the look of utter yearning he wears as we strip his clothing off. As if this is everything he ever wanted but was too afraid to ask for.
Okay, so he’s not a loner by choice. I’ve read him all wrong.
And that hurts my heart. He’s a good sort. Handsome if you ignore all the metal everywhere (which I do). I know he’s got a garbage family name, but I figured that didn’t bother him. He’s always seemed so settled and sure of himself despite my restlessness. I thought if he was alone, it was because he wanted to be, not because he didn’t have a choice.
He’d make any female a good mate. Now he’s going to make two females a good one, I suppose.
“How was your day?” I ask as I tug on his trou, since that seems to be a very mate-like thing to ask.
Jamef’s distracted gaze swings to me and he reaches out to cup my cheek even as Dora nibbles on his ear. “Ship is mostly done. We can leave tomorrow.” His breath hisses between his teeth, his eyes fluttering closed as our human mate sucks on his earlobe. Okay, mental note, Jamef’s ears are sensitive. “Finish up your business in the morning.”
“Business?” I ask, pulling one boot off and then the other. “Did we have business, Dora?”
“We were getting clothes so we could look pretty,” she says, grinning. “Do you think we look pretty tonight, Jamef?”
“I can honestly say I’ve never seen anything finer than the two of you right now.” His voice is hoarse as he continues to touch me. “Except maybe the two of you earlier in the showers.”
“Mmm, flattery will get you everywhere.” I tug his trou off his legs and his metal-studded, thick cock springs free. It seems far too obvious to touch him immediately, even if I want to. I scrape my nails up his calves, eyeing him. “So…how much did it cost?”
“Eh?” He’s clearly distracted. Dora has her hand on his chin and she turns him toward her, pulling his mouth to hers for a kiss. The dazed look on Jamef’s face deepens, as if he doesn’t know what to do with being the center of attention. It melts my hard heart just a little more, and I decide that tonight, perhaps, is all about him. Just to blow his mind.
“The ship?” I ask, reaching for his tail and bringing the tip to my mouth. I tease it against my lips, watching him. His eyes darken with arousal at the sight of me, and then Dora kisses him again. “How much did it set you back?”