“You are going to get to know more New Species and adjust to your new life. You’ll meet other women…not like Kit.” Her tone hoarsened saying the name and it implied that she might feel possessive of him. “But you are just interested in me now because I’m the only thing familiar to you.”
He tore the towel off her head to toss it away.
Wet ringlets fell free. They were cold but he fisted a handful of hair at the base of her neck, gently forcing her to look at him. No fear showed but she still had tears glistening in her eyes. He knew it wasn’t from pain, his hold was not that tight.
He lowered his head, bowed his body enough to go nose to nose with her and softly growled.
“You’re all I want to know.”
“You just feel grateful but you don’t need to. I was doing my job.”
“You were ordered to steal me?”
“No.”
“Was it your job to get into…” He paused, recalling the term. “Hot water by taking me somewhere else so you could sleep by my side?”
“No.”
“Why did you do it?”
She tried to look away but he moved with her, keeping her head still with his fisted hold to prevent her from being able to break eye contact.
“Why did you do it?” he repeated.
Her pause made him want to snarl. She resisted answering him. She blinked. “I became obsessed with you.”
Obsidian contemplated the meaning of that.
“I, um, know how wrong that was. I knew even if I woke you that you would probably hate me.”
“I don’t. Why would it be wrong? What is wrong with this? Us?”
More tears filled her eyes. “You’ve been through so much, Obsidian. I feel as though I’m taking advantage of you or screwing you up more. You’re so tough but emotionally you have to be reeling from all you’ve survived.”
“I’m bigger than you are.”
“Strength and size has nothing to do with taking advantage of someone. I know how vulnerable people are when they’ve suffered great trauma. You’ve experienced a lifetime of them, one after another.”
Something clicked in his mind. “You still continue to think I’m replacing 46 with you.”
“Maybe. It’s possible.”
He remembered that she’d lost a male she once loved. “Are you using me to replace your lost mate?”
“No.” Her eyes widened, shocked he’d ask. He believed her.
“I’m not him and you are not 46.” He tilted his head slightly. “This isn’t wrong. It doesn’t feel that way. This is right. Feel it.” He paused. “Feel me.” He released her hair and cupped the back of her head, pulling her mouth to his.
He enjoyed kissing Alli. The softness of her mouth, the way she sucked in air right before he sealed his lips over hers. Her eager response when he delved his tongue inside to link them together assured him she wanted him as much as he did her. Alli’s hand on his shoulder tightened and her little fingernails dug into his skin with just enough pressure to make his dick fill with blood.
Her other hand slid up his cheek to tangle in his hair, holding him in place too.
He hugged her around her waist with his free arm to press her tighter against his body until she felt one with him. She was his and he wouldn’t let her go. No other female would attract him more than she did. Alli was all he wanted, all he needed. He just had to teach her that he did know his own mind and body. Her worries about him being confused were wasted.
Alli melted against him, her compliance a sexy thing that made his desire to mount her grow into a painful throbbing in his dick. He ended the kiss, both of them panting, and their gazes met. The sadness was gone to be replaced by need for him.
Mine!
Her gaze searched his. “Obsidian?”
“No talking.” He eased her down his body a little and released her, backing out of her hold.
“Remove that thing.” He didn’t hide the distaste in his expression when he glanced down her body. “It is ugly.”
She laughed, not insulted. “It’s my bathrobe.”
“Throw it away.”
Blonde eyebrows arched but she didn’t protest, just untied the belt at the waist. He fought the urge to lunge at her while she struggled free of all the material, some of it trapped under her legs.
The towel under it wasn’t welcome but she removed it without being asked.
“On the bed now.”
“So demanding.” She kept smiling. “It’s a good thing I can get past that little flaw of yours.”
“I’m perfect.”
Her gaze slid down his torso to his waist as she laughed. “Almost. You still have pants on.”
He enjoyed the way she teased him as she lifted up and sat naked on the edge of the bed.
Her thighs parted to reveal her sex just enough to make him want her more. His thumbs hooked the waist of his sweatpants, shoved, and he stood as he removed them.
“Lie back.”
The smile faded but she didn’t show fear as she did as he commanded. He stalked closer to stare down at her. She looked so appealing with her hair spread out over the mattress, her pale skin, and those blue eyes of hers fixed on his face.
“Turn over.”
The hesitation frustrated him but he was stunned when she suddenly bolted upright and her hand gripped the shaft of his cock. It didn’t hurt, her fingers gentle as they wrapped around him near the base.
“What are you doing?”
“You never kissed anyone before me. You never had sex in any position besides doggy either.”
She licked her lips. “Ever had this done?”
His entire body grew rigid when those lips parted and she slowly brought her mouth to the head of his cock. She watched his face. He hissed out when her little, warm tongue licked him from just under the crown to the tip, circled it, and pulled back.
“Nope. I can tell by the way you’re looking at me as if I just grew two heads or something.” She laughed. “You lie down on your back.” Her head jerked toward the bed behind her. “Do you trust me?”
He wasn’t about to forget the feel of her licking him. Ever. His balls had automatically drawn up tight and his dick was so hard it hurt. The strong ache of it couldn’t be ignored. He wanted more and he did trust her. The fact that she’d given him an order registered but it was one he wanted to follow, more than a bit curious.
“It will feel good. I know to pull away before you come and that you’re going to swell when you do.”
It was difficult moving with his dick sticking straight out and his balls feeling as though they were two rocks trapped between his thighs. He sat, spread his legs enough to alleviate the uncomfortable feeling, and watched Alli roll onto her hands and knees. All he could imagine was moving into position behind her. He wanted to fuck her hard and deep.
She crawled slowly up his thigh, smiling. Her tongue licked her lips again before she broke eye contact to stare at his dick. “You’re big. Hold as still as you can.” She glanced up. “You’re probably going to get the urge to move your hips but try to fight it. I don’t want to be choked.”
He mutely nodded, entranced by the fact that her mouth was so close to his dick. He attempted to force his body to relax but it was difficult.
Every muscle had grown as rigid as his cock and he forgot how to breathe when Alli wrapped her lips around the crown of his dick again. Her hot tongue licked and he clenched his teeth, his hands grabbing for anything that wasn’t her.
He couldn’t get a grip on the mattress so he reached up, his fingers curling over the top of her headboard. Wood creaked but it didn’t break as he watched her move, taking a little more of his shaft. She sucked and the sensations gave him raw pleasure so powerful it made thinking impossible. Growls tore from him before he could stop them and he broke out in a sweat.
She didn’t stop. Her mouth tortured him as she withdrew to the tip but then took a little more of his length with each slow tug. Her gaze lifted, held his, and he lost it. It was too intense, too raw.