Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 83205 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83205 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
He opens his eyes, just a little, and the blue glow of them is as hungry and needy as the expression on his face. "I just want to know…why…you chew…on my face. Does it taste good?"
I pause. "What the heck are you talking about?"
His hand goes over mine again, a little hiss escaping between his teeth. "Never mind. Just keep touching me."
I do. I work my hand over his length as quickly as I can, murmuring filthy words to him about how good he's going to feel when he's inside me. How I'm going to taste him and cover my mouth with his seed. How I'm going to haul him into a cave and just use him for hours on end for my own selfish needs. He loves all of it, and my talk excites him. When his hand closes over mine and we jerk his cock together, I know he's close.
He moves my hand roughly over his length, and then he's coating our joined hands, the mess covering our entwined fingers as we wring out the last of his pleasure. I watch his face, fascinated by how tight his jaw gets when he comes, and how his eyes squeeze shut, only to open again after he lets out a long sigh. His pupils are dilated with pleasure as he gazes at me, and the look on his face is downright adoring.
"You're welcome," I say softly.
"I am indeed." Corvak doesn't let go of my sticky hand. He just continues to gaze at me as if he's never seen anything better. "I never want to touch myself again. I will just wait for you to do it. Because after experiencing your hand, mine feels inadequate."
I smile up at him, my pulse throbbing between my thighs. I'm very aware of my own arousal, and how I need to come, too. "Let's wash up and then I want to take care of myself."
His tired gaze suddenly sparks. "Can I do it?"
My thighs are already open. "I thought you'd never ask."
He doesn't stop to get a towel. His big, sticky hand is on mine in his pants, and then it's gone. A moment later, he's under my clothing, wet hand and all, and brushing over my clit with cum-covered fingers.
I make a wordless sound in my throat, because it's both hot and filthy and wrong and I'm loving every second of it.
His touch is gentle at first, and when I whimper, he moves faster, his gaze on me the entire time. It's unnerving, being stared at while someone touches me, but at the same time…I like it. It's like he's never wanted anything as much as he wants to see me come, and it makes my arousal go through the roof. When he growls my name, I clutch at his arm and let the orgasm sweep over me.
Corvak pulls his hand away and studies our mingled fluids with what can only be pride. "Now you smell like me in your best spot."
That is so fucked up that he's trying to "mark" me. Even more fucked up is how much I like it.
Panting, I slide my thighs together. I feel good, and if it weren't for the incessant humming, I'd probably be relaxed. As it is, the humming in my chest never seems to end, leaving me with a sensation of needing to come again. Which is ridiculous. I'm a little worried that this might be a pattern. What if being on this planet leaves humans perpetually horny? What do I do then?
Other than climb all over a very happy Corvak, of course.
I glance over at him, and the look on the big alien's face is dazed but elated. He wipes his hand down and gives it another pleased sniff before offering me the towel, a downright adoring expression warming his eyes.
There are worse things than a happy Corvak, I decide, and take the towel with a smile. "Shall we go find our comet?"
CHAPTER
ELEVEN
CORVAK
We are being followed.
My senses prick as we travel, constantly on alert for danger. Not that I think the other gladiators are anywhere nearby. They were a clumsy lot, lacking stealth and subterfuge. But there are other dangers out here. As we have descended from the cliffs into lower territory, I have seen great flying birds big enough to swallow Aidy whole. I have seen tracks in the snow made by animals bigger than my mind can comprehend.
And right now? Right now, I am picking up a brand-new scent.
Aidy has not noticed anything yet. She is in a good mood today, her smile as bright as the sunlight overhead. Today she is not fretting about her lack of memories. Instead, she asks me about the races I am spliced from. She is unfamiliar with mesakkah and praxiian both, and those are my primary sources. I suspect I have traces of other races as well, but which ones, I am uncertain. She asks about my tail, and giggles when the stump of it flicks with irritation.