His abs have abs.
A teensy part of me is screaming to stop, that something is wrong, but the rest of me does not give one single, solitary fuck.
“I want to see it again.” I crook a finger at him, using my best seductive smile. It’s my only seductive smile, but whatever.
“Ni-Kee,” he groans, shutting his eyes. “I want to tell you yes, my mate, but this is not you.”
“Then who is it, Draz? Is there someone else here who wants to look at that huge, hard dick? Hmmm?” I flutter my eyelashes again, and his gaze drops to my mouth. My entire body is pulsing with need, completely wound up. Wetness pools between my legs, and I’m not sure I’ve ever been so wet in my life. I need to have sex. I need to orgasm. Immediately. ASAP.
The weird little animal vaults from my shoulders, clambering to the top of the crevice in the tree.
Draz doesn’t say anything though, just stares at me as I sidle closer, rubbing my cheek against his hard chest. It’s rougher than my skin, but smoother and silkier than it looks, too. It feels delicious.
“Is there someone else here who wants to take that cock in their mouth? To suck it until you come in my throat?”
I never thought I’d be so glad that Bex shoved all her romance novels at me during our flight here. I am the queen of dirty talk now. I run one hand lower, where the ridges of his hips dip into his pants, and gasp as I grip the thick length of him in one hand.
“Ni-Kee,” he growls, and I grin up at him, knowing I’m about to get my way. I’m so turned on that the ache of pleasure is already cresting, and I put my own fingers down my pants as I kneel, trying to rip off his pants.
CHAPTER TEN
DRAZ
My Ni-Kee kneels before me, her fingers wrapped around my cock. My balls draw up tight, already overcome with my raging lust for her.
I tip my head back, and the hollow inside of the tree stretches above me, the snails streaking across the interior. I want what she said so badly it hurts; the thought of watching her take my cock into her wet mouth is an idea that will plague me until I see it happen.
“No,” I rasp, drawing her up from her knees. Her fingertips skate along my length, and I tremble at the slight touch.
Her hand works under the thin fabric covering her cunt, and fresh desire burns through me as I catch the delicious scent of it.
Growling, I jerk her fingers away from her cunt, and they come away slippery and wet.
“Please, please Draz, I need to come. Let me come.”
“As much as I long to hear those words from that pretty mouth, you will hate me forever if I allow you to continue on like this.”
She sways slightly, her eyes glassy with lust.
Lust caused by the bioluminescent slime that burned welts into her beautiful flesh. I’ve never seen a reaction like this. The snails are sacred to my species, used to increase libido by mated couples trying for offspring. I thought perhaps they would signify luck, a blessing on our mating.
I press my eyes closed, my hands still firmly around her delicate wrists.
It seems I was very wrong, and now my mate is paying the price. I am not foolish enough to think she will come back to her senses and thank me for letting her bring herself to orgasm in front of me, considering how shy she was last night.
I groan again, and she writhes closer, rubbing her hip across my cock and letting out a soft moan.
This is truly torture.
“Ni-Kee,” I growl, then pick her up carefully, so as not to further damage her wounded skin. Her wet clothes follow, plopping gently on top her.
“I want you, I need to come,” she says, her voice slightly panicked. “Let me touch myself.”
“I cannot stop you,” I tell her, and I’ve never felt so selfish in my life. Because I want her to come. I want to see that look of lust on her face, see her fuck her own hand until she’s limp with pleasure, her scent coating my hide.
It’s true though, I cannot hold her in my arms and stop her from touching herself at the same time, but I know I should not watch. I know it will make her dislike me, so I grit my teeth and avert my eyes.
She moans softly, squirming against me.
The zoleh chirrups at me, then vaults onto my shoulder. Strange that this shy creature has decided to attach itself to a human, when they despise most Suevans.
The snails may not have been a blessing, considering the lust-gripped state my mate is in, but perhaps the zoleh is a sign things will get better.
Or perhaps I am a lovestruck fool.
We emerge from the tree, the zoleh sinking its talons into my shoulder, and I wince at its fetid breath, rank from eating carrion. The scent at least serves to dim my own lust, and I step over the plumed body of the quantern, disgusted that I left my mate helpless and forced this position on her.
She lets out a low moan, and my gaze darts to her, fearful she is in pain. Her body is covered by the pile of wet clothes, but a sheen of sweat coats her skin now.
“So close, Draz,” she whispers, and her eyelashes flutter.
Moons of Sueva help me, but this woman will be my undoing.
Snarling, I rip my attention away from her, grabbing my leaf pouch of gathered berries from where I dropped it. A damp heat spreads across my arm and abdomen, and Niki pants my name.
I’ve never heard anything sweeter, and yet, it is not really for me. I bite down on my lip, my fang piercing the flesh.
“Do you feel better, my mate?” I ask her, the words rough.
“No,” she pants, her mouth open.
“I will take you somewhere that will help.” Water. I need to get her in fresh water, wash the snail slime from her, make her drink it until this fever fades, until she returns to her prickly self.
I pick up my stride, racing through the jungle to the closest source of water I can remember.
“Yes,” she says, squirming again. “Yes, Draz, take me somewhere and put it inside me. I need to feel you.” Her hand works furiously between her legs, and then her back arches.
I slow, my gaze dropping to her in wonder.
“Did you come more than once?”
“Yes, and I’m going to, to, to—” Her sentence ends with a low moan that makes my cock throb, hot seed beginning to spill forth. Her body goes limp in my arms.
What she has done is unheard of.
No Suevan female can come more than once. But this human in my arms? She has orgasmed three times now—in a row. One after the other.
I push myself faster, both worried for her and inflamed by what her body is capable of. Suevan females can only become aroused when they are ready to be with child… but my mate? She’s limp in my arms from the force of her pleasure, the scent of it driving me wild.
I want her more than ever, and right now, she would have me, would welcome me into her body as I drive us both into a frenzy.
But I cannot, and I will not, take advantage of her state. I banish the thought, and a branch scrapes along my hide.
“Draz,” Ni-Kee moans, and my cock jerks at my name on her lips.
“Yes, my mate?”
“Something is wrong,” she says, her eyes fluttering open.
“I know,” I tell her, squeezing her to me. “I will fix it, sweet one.”
I push myself to my limits, racing us through the jungle, until the familiar crashing of the falls fills my ears. I don’t stop, though, only slow, tossing Ni-Kee’s clothing on a flat rock, stacking the berries on top, before running us into the cold water. The zoleh swings off my shoulder, sunning itself and making contented noises.