Total pages in book: 159
Estimated words: 144433 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 722(@200wpm)___ 578(@250wpm)___ 481(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 144433 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 722(@200wpm)___ 578(@250wpm)___ 481(@300wpm)
Hell, I don't want him in here, period. I want to nibble on Zhur to my heart's content and talk privately. I've missed being with him and this just feels like we're not alone. I lean over my mate again and whisper in his ear even as he pulls at my dress. "Can we get him out of here?"
"It's safest if he's inside, Maeve," he murmurs between kisses. "Just ignore him."
"I'm not going to be able to come with him in here."
Zhur grimaces. "Then we'll have to wait to be alone. He's here for our safety, love."
Oh, is that so? Like Mrrrkuss can't guard us from the other side of the fricking door? "You're right," I concede. "Safety is important."
He nods, stroking my hair back. "It's not ideal—"
Then he sucks in a breath, distracted, as I rub one finger back and forth against the head of his cock through his clothing. He's so erect that it's clearly outlined, and I trace it with my fingertips, giving him a sweet little coo. "Look at us, so very safe."
"Mrrrkuss," Zhur calls hoarsely. "Other side of the door, please."
CHAPTER
ONE HUNDRED TWENTY-FOUR
MAEVE
The moment the door closes behind the guard, I'm flipped onto my back, my legs in the air and my skirts at my waist as Zhur pushes my panties aside.
"Yes, yes," I pant, frantic with desire. I want him so badly. "I need you inside me."
"Little schemer," he growl-purrs, even as he fingers me. "You insist on getting your way at all times, don't you?"
"S'more fun that way," I manage to choke out as he strokes a finger deep inside me. Oh fuck, that feels good. I arch against his hand, moving in time with him frantically.
"Is it? Are you having fun right now?" His eyes are gleaming in the darkness as he crooks a finger inside me, rubbing against my G-spot in a way that makes my legs jerk in response. "Is this fun, Maeve?"
"Best...fun..." I wheeze, and come, jerking and clenching around his hand. That monster. How dare he make me come so fast. Gorgeous, perfect, delicious monster.
He chuckles low in his throat, leaning in to rub his muzzle against my ear even as I catch my breath. I can feel his hand leave my body, moving between us as he unbuckles his belt. In the next moment, he's pushing into me, so big and filling me so full that I want to cry with relief. I cling to him, whimpering with pleasure as he strokes into me.
"Maeve. My Maeve. We were apart for too long," he whispers. "You can't leave me ever again. I've decided."
I answer by digging my nails into his shoulders and locking one leg at his hips. It feels so good to have him over me, inside me, claiming me. Even though I've already come, it feels perfect and right to have him pounding into me, grunting over me as he seeks his own release. I meet his thrusts, loving the hard slap of our bodies as they come together, and when his breath hisses out of him and he collapses over me, I wrap myself around Zhur tightly and fight the urge to cry.
I almost lost this. I almost let him leave. What in all the universe was I thinking?
We fit together, him and I. I don't care if we're nothing alike, or if he's in exile. As long as I'm with him, it's going to be amazing.
Holding him tightly, I let out a wordless protest as he climbs off of me and presses a kiss to my lips. "Did I hurt you?"
"You are more than welcome to hurt me just like that all the time," I tell him coyly, stroking my hand over the tail that rubs against my thigh.
Zhur huffs with amusement, kisses me hard one more time, and then gets up for towels. I peel my dress off while he freshens up, grimacing at the DNA we've no doubt left all over the expensive material. Milly was kind enough to let me borrow it, and I've repaid her kindness by totally abusing the poor dress. She probably won't be able to take it back, because I know praxiians have ultra-sensitive noses and she can't smell like my husband's spunk at a party. I fold the dress up as best I can, and when Zhur returns with a warm cloth for me, I roll onto my stomach and present myself to him, butt in the air. "Do me the honors?"
He growls low in his throat with arousal, and I admit that it's fun to be shameless around him, because I love his responses. He takes care of me tenderly, and when I moan, he grabs me by the hips, drags my newly cleaned body towards his mouth, and licks me until I come again. Then he towels me off once more, and there's a smug look of pride on his face as I collapse, boneless, into the bed.