It’s not as fast as mine—not nearly—but it’s a relief to know I’m not the only one affected by our proximity, by the fact that we’re alone in this small space together.
“Okay,” I say slowly, waiting for him to pass me the comms pad.
He doesn’t, though.
No, he clears his throat.
My eyes widen at the realization that he’s going to read it out loud to me.
“Willing sexual acts to include: oral sex, penetrative vaginal sex, anal sex—”
Shocked, I wheeze slightly, my insides molten and my core clenching around nothing. “I don’t know about anal sex,” I start, absolutely interested in it and scared of the idea all at once.
“I can strike it—”
“I’ve never had—” I clear my throat again, realizing I’ve interrupted him and suddenly worried that’s going to piss him off. I don’t want to piss my new alpha werewolf husband off.
“Anal sex?”
“Sex at all,” I whisper.
He goes still, preternaturally so, eyes ablaze and pupils blown.
I fidget in my seat, feeling strangely like I’ve let him down. Like he won’t want me at all now, now that he knows I’m completely inexperienced.
I don’t want him to send me back. I don’t want to go back to my old space station.
“I’m willing to try,” I blurt out in a rush of emotion, my chest tight and throat thick with worry. “I don’t know what I like, though, because I grew up on a space station with barely any humans, and I wasn’t interested in my roommates or the other alien species—”
“You’re untouched.” It’s his turn to interrupt, and the words are a low groan.
I’m going to spontaneously combust from the heat of embarrassment.
“Moon goddess help me.” He drags a palm over his face, his claws extending, becoming sharper.
“I’m… I’m sorry,” I whisper. I squeeze my eyes shut, feeling so fucking uncomfortable that I wouldn’t mind swinging open the door of the transport shuttle and flinging myself into the forest.
Embarrassing as all hell.
“Please don’t apologize, little human wolf.” He unclicks the safety webbing, and before I can move, he’s wedged between my legs. The tip of his tongue darts out, touching the fangs that seem even longer than before. “We can forget the contract.”
“What do you mean—”
He presses a finger to my lips. “I will not push you.”
A small growl of discontent escapes my throat, surprising us both.
He quirks an eyebrow, waiting.
I shouldn’t say anything. I should take the promised money and keep my mouth shut and let him play the gentlemen, but—
“I want to have sex.” The words slip out of me.
They hang between us like a neon sign I saw once in the station I grew up on, blaringly bright to the point of ultimate distraction.
There’s no taking them back.
“I might not have been interested in the other aliens or the girls I lived with, but… they weren’t you.” I gulp, unsure of where I can look that won’t embarrass me, which is stupid, because I am completely embarrassed. “They weren’t you,” I repeat, finally making eye contact again.
The smile that breaks across his face is genuinely sweet. My heart squeezes a little, and it has nothing at all to do with the fact that I’m ready to throw myself at this hot alien werewolf.
I like him.
I barely know him, and that seems utterly ridiculous.
But I like what I’ve seen so far.
“You are in charge, Aileen. However you want to move forward, I put it in your delicate hands.”
It’s hands, however, that have my full focus. They span the width of my thighs, one on either leg, heavy enough that I can feel the weight of what he’s saying.
“I don’t know how to be in charge,” I admit. I bite my lower lip, and even like this, kneeling in front of me, he’s tall enough we see eye to eye. His broad chest forces my knees farther apart as he scoots closer.
“Can I touch you?” he asks, his voice a hoarse rasp.
I don’t answer.
He sits there, silent.
“I’m scared,” I whisper back.
“Your face?” he says, his gaze never leaving mine, anchoring me. “Can I touch your face?”
I nod. That seems like a safe place.
His fingers trace across my cheekbones, both hands finally cupping my face, so tenderly that some more of that fear leaks away, replaced by curiosity and desire.
“Have you… touched yourself?” he asks.
I go hot all over. “I…”
My nose scrunches up, and he huffs a soft laugh. His eyes crinkle at the corners, and I jut my chin out defiantly.
“Don’t make fun of me.”
“I’m not,” he says. “I just… it will be easier if I know that. It will help us both if you know how to pleasure yourself. If you do want me, like you say you do.”
The hands on my face tighten, just enough for me to feel the bite of his claws, then fall away.
“Yes,” I make myself say, finding the bravery that eluded me from the moment I was picked, hand-picked by his sister, for the Starlight Lottery. “I have.”
“Show me,” he says. Brekker leans forward, his claws swiping at the safety webbing compressing my body to the seat of the transport.
I gasp as it falls away into ribbons, caught between excitement and trepidation.
“What if we hit something?” I ask. “I have no idea what in the whole stupid Wulfric world we’d hit, but I’ve never been on planet like this—”
“We won’t hit anything. I’ve got you.”
With that, he picks me up. All the breath leaves my body as he sits back down with me in his lap, a thick knee shoved between my legs. One arm wraps around my waist, the other clamped over my hand.
“Do you want to show me?” he growls. “It would please me to watch you make yourself come.”
“Right now?”
“I can scent how much you like the idea.” His lips, his fangs, graze the soft skin of my neck, and I tremble all over. He’s not lying. My pussy already aches at the mere thought of it. “But you’re in charge, Aileen. We go as slow or as fast as you like.”
I’m shaking. Not from fear, but from the greedy need that’s growing inside me, ratcheting up at the way his breath gusts over the sensitive skin of my neck, the way his claws tickle the inside of my wrist.
“Are you too afraid to let me hear the noises you make when you come?” he asks.
That does it for me. The challenge, the inherent dare in his question.
I’ve never backed down from a dare.
Especially not one I wanted to take.
My breath hitches as I tug at the thigh-high slit of my silk skirt, pulling it up. It slides across my skin with a soft susurrus. Brekker growls in approval, a low rumble that sends electric awareness shooting through me.
The underwear they dressed me in before I left the Starlight hub is a mere wisp of black mesh, and his growl deepens as I hook my fingers through the fabric, tugging it over one leg, then the other.
Brekker’s hand whips out, fisting around the black jumble of lace. Out of the corner of my eye, I see him tuck it into the pocket of his pants.
Why is that so damned hot?
I let out a little moan, trailing my fingertips along my inner thigh. He lets out a low hiss that tickles the back of my neck as I drape one leg over his big thigh.
“So sweet,” he murmurs, his lips brushing my neck, his thick fingers digging into my thigh.
I take my time, but not because I’m anxious about letting him watch—no, it’s the complete opposite. Touching myself in front of him feels deliciously naughty. Every sensation is exponentially better, every little noise he makes ratcheting the lust burning through me even higher.