When she reaches a soft, pale hand out and fits it around my cock, I know I must be.

“Let me.” The words are an exhalation, an entreaty. “I want to know what it feels like. I want to…” She trails off, waiting for me, I realize. For my permission.

“Do what you will with it, it is yours. I belong to you.” The scent of her arousal thickens, and my mouth waters, needing to taste her.

My body jerks as she trails tentative fingers over it, exploring the bumps of my arousal with wide-eyed wonder, the hard xof, now vibrating slightly at her touch.

She pauses over it. “What is this?”

“My xof. It sings for you, my mate.” I can barely get the words out. I need more, but I am not about to rush her.

“Human men don’t have this,” she says. “What does it do?”

“It prepares our females for mating,” I tell her, arching into her touch, unable to believe this is real, that this fierce wife of mine has my cock in her hands.

“It’s buzzing,” she says, and then her eyes widen. “Oh, God. I think I know where that’s going to go. Oh. Oh wow.”

“Is it bad,” I say, straining not to spill, clenching my teeth so hard my fangs prick my lower lip. “Does it bother you?”

“No.” A small, delighted laugh follows this. “Not at all.”

Unbelievably, the scent of her arousal grows even thicker, and I groan again. “Ni-Kee, I long to touch you, to taste that sweet cunt.”

“Okay,” she says, and my eyes fly open at the word. She’s saying yes?

When I look up at her, her eyes are wide and lust-addled, her cheeks and chests flushed, her obscenely full breasts dangling just within reach. My cock’s still in her hand, and she squeezes it gently, experimentally. My eyes roll back in my head.

“Tell me again,” I say, wanting so badly to not have misheard.

To my surprise and eternal delight, Ni-Kee’s lips are on mine, gently brushing against them. Her hand continues to work my cock, and I groan with exquisite agony.

“I want you to touch me,” she says. “Please.”

Her lips crash against mine, harder now, insistent, and I unleash myself.

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CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

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NIKI

My shock and glee at rolling over to find Draz touching himself set off a burning need inside me, the delicious ache of lust already making me wet as I watched him.

When he kisses me back, though, utterly unrestrained and wild, it sets off a wildfire. He presses me to him, his hand spanning nearly the width of my whole back. One hand plays with the tip of my nipple, and I moan at the sensation.

He uses the opening to capture my mouth, his fangs pressing against my lips as his thick, textured tongue laps at mine playfully.

My hand squeezes him gently, and he groans. I’ve never felt anything like his cock. The scaly bumps all over it should be unappealing, but I think about how Draz will feel inside and excitement tingles through me.

Then there’s the xof. It’s got to be some kind of clit stimulator, and I’ve never been so curious to have sex in my life. I shiver in anticipation, my legs already shaking, and Draz breaks off the kiss, his fingers still toying with one nipple.

“What are you thinking, my Ni-Kee?”

“About what you’re going to feel like inside me,” I tell him honestly, and simply saying the words sends a pleasure rocketing between my legs as I clench.

I run my palm across his dick again, and he makes a hissing sound, his eyes closing.

“There is much I would do to you before you find that out,” he says. Before I can answer, his mouth finds mine again, insistent. I sling a leg over his hip, my foot resting on the base of his tail.

“Tell me what you want to do,” I command, kissing along the scaley ridges of his neck.

“You’re going to come in my mouth,” he says. “I will taste you on my tongue as you scream your pleasure. When you think you can take no more, I will make you do it again. And again. Only when you are limp and sobbing my name will I show you exactly how good my xof will make you feel.”

“Yes,” I groan, grinding into the thick length of him. We both moan as his cock rubs against my wet pussy.

“Enough,” he snarls, and then I’m on my back, Draz’s body caging mine, his eyes wild. I expect him to bury his mouth between my legs immediately, to make good on his promises, but he stays where he is, staring down at me.

“What’s wrong?”

“It is what is right, my heart. You, flushed with arousal, beneath me, wet for me. You, telling me yes, accepting your place by my side on Sueva.”

I inhale deeply, wincing a little.

His tail crashes on either side of my body, his erection pressing against the apex of my thighs.

“Say you will not leave me,” he says. “Say you are mine.”

“Touch me,” I tell him, unable to promise him what he wants. I need sex, I need him to give me what he’s promised. But… Sueva forever? Is that what really awaits me?

“You’re mine,” he snarls.

“Draz,” I moan. He drags his fangs down the side of my neck, and my whole body tenses in anticipation. His mouth finds one nipple, and he sucks hard.

Gone is the kind, patient Draz, replaced by one wild with need, feral for me.

I know I should tell him I’ll stay. I know I should say yes, that I like him, but I don’t. I need to check on my crew—

He nips lightly at my nipple, and all rational thought leaves my mind, replaced by sensation. His taloned fingers lightly tracing down my body, so careful not to hurt me. His hot mouth on my other breast, sucking and teasing. The scrape of his fangs on my breasts.

“I like these very much, my heart,” he says, biting one gently.

My breath comes in quick pants, and I’m so turned on I’m a heartbeat away from coming already.

He takes his time though, like he has something to prove.

When he finally settles between my thighs, he gives me a long look.

“Open wider.”

I make an incoherent sound and obey, letting my knees fall wide open. He leans down to my pussy, eyes closing, and inhales.

“Draz,” I say, pleading.

“Did you tease me all day today, my heart?”

“Yes,” I whimper, threading one hand through his hair.

“Then I think it’s my turn to tease.” His grin is slow and evil, and I squirm, trying to push his head down and grind up into his face simultaneously.

But he’s too strong, too big, and he just laughs, his breath warm on my sensitive flesh.

“This cunt is so wet for me. I’ve never seen anything like this.”

He raises his hand to his mouth, then neatly bites one long talon off, then another.

Oh. Oh shit.

“Look at how pink and shimmering you are,” he says, a note of wonder in his voice.

“Draz, please,” I say. My legs are shaking in earnest now, and I reach my own hand down, trying to relieve some of the ache.

“No,” he snaps, capturing my wrist, then licking the underside with his strange, bumpy tongue. “This is mine.”

“Then do it,” I beg, wiggling my hips.

He clamps one hand on my hip, pinning me in place, and lowers his face.

“Yes,” I tell him. “Please.”

“Hmm,” he says. “Not yet.” He slides the blunted tip of one finger through my pussy, and I get hot all over. “So soft. So smooth.”

“Draz.”

“That’s right,” he growls, eyes fixed on me. “That’s who you belong to, mate. Say it again.”

I clamp my lips shut, and he snarls again, a wicked and wild sound. He adds another finger, rubbing my clit between the two of them. I arch my back, trying to get more friction, more anything, but he holds me too tightly for me to get anything but frustrated.

When he runs the pad of one finger lightly down my clit, then the other, I half-sit up, crying out.

“That’s it,” he tells me, diamond-pupils so large the green of the rest of his eyes is nearly blotted out. “Tell me who this belongs to. Tell me you’re mine.”