Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 97459 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97459 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
His hand moves to my belly. “Show me.”
Oh fuck, this is so filthy and wrong and I’m probably going to regret this later, but who cares. I push his hand down, guiding him between my thighs to where the head of his cock pokes through my folds. I whimper as our fingers brush over it, and then he takes over. With two of his fingers paired together, he rubs gently at my clit and looks up at me. “Here?”
I nearly fall off of him at the surge of sensation that floods through me. “Not direct,” I manage to choke out. “Don’t touch directly. On the sides.”
“I understand. It is too much all at once.” His gaze is locked on mine as he gently rubs the sides of my clit. Then, he shakes his head. “You need wetness.”
And then this filthy man lifts his hand and puts his fingers in his mouth, sucking on them as he stares at me.
I moan low at the sight, and he licks his fingers as if he’s in heaven. “I love your taste, R’slind. I knew it would be so perfect.”
“R’jaal, please.” I ride him harder, desperate to come, but I can’t get there on my own. Not after he teased me with licking his fingers like that.
He sucks on them again, giving me a hungry look, and then pulls them from his mouth, dripping and wet, and oh Jesus, I just know that’s going to feel so slick and so good. And when he frames my clit with his two fingers and rubs me again, the orgasm starts. My toes curl and every muscle in my body clenches with the force of my release, and I cry out, even as he continues to rub me and stretch out my orgasm like the heathen, wonderful, perfect man that he is. I come so hard and so long that I wheeze for breath when it finally returns to me, and when the last bit of pleasure has been wrung from my body, I collapse over him, resting on his chest.
As I do, a slow pool of heat spreads underneath my belly and my thighs. It takes me a moment to realize that R’jaal is shuddering with his own release, and that his breath is just as ragged as my own. The purring in his chest is so damned loud I’m surprised Set’nef doesn’t return to see what all the racket is.
I pant against his skin, staring into the shadowy cave as the ramifications of our morning interlude hits me.
Okay, so we just did that.
I’ve known R’jaal for all of a day before I’m bouncing on his cock. That’s not the action of a mousy librarian who can count her boyfriends on one hand, all of them short-term boyfriends who found me less interesting the more they were around me. I should be embarrassed by my actions.
Strangely enough, I’m not.
Nothing here is following the familiar patterns of what I know. So if that means snuggling up with big, blue, and strange? Fuck it. I’ve spent all my life being a rules-follower and look where it got me—kidnapped by aliens.
Might as well be a hedonist for a while.
Nine
R’JAAL
Part of me expects R’slind to withdraw, to say she did not wish to touch me, that it was a mistake. The hyoo-mans are shy about their needs, and she does not yet know she resonates to me. Instead, though, she only cuddles against my chest and lets out another sigh of contentment.
“Fukkit,” I could swear she mumbles under her breath.
I want to touch her all over, to drink her in, to revel in the feel of my mate cradled between my thighs and sprawled over my chest. The feel of her cunt dragging against my cock was the greatest thing I have ever experienced, and it took every bit of my self-control not to come until she did. Now, my seed seeps across my belly and down my side, but R’slind looks so comfortable against me I do not have the heart to point out that I should clean us up.
The feral, wild side of me wants to paint her with my seed, to coat her skin with it so all of the cave’s residents can smell that she is mine. All mine.
I have the most beautiful, most clever, most enticing mate in all of the world and I want all to know it. I want to wrap my arms around her and never let go, but she might not welcome more of my touch. I stroke a lock of her pale mane instead, glad when she does not flinch away.
“Can I ask a weird question?” R’slind mumbles, sounding sleepy and content against my humming chest.
“Anything. You know I am yours.” In more ways than she realizes.
“Where does that little finger thingy go in a time like this?”