“Not exactly.” He shifts, rolling me on top of him.

I huff a laugh, sitting upright so I can still see his face.

“Fate. Fate, I believe in. That there is a force beyond our knowing, steering us for its own purposes. Maybe it’s foolish to think that.” His big hand reaches up, tucking an errant curl behind my ear. It lingers there, on the side of my jaw, then traces over my collarbone.

I suck in a breath as he continues the downward stroke, running his fingers over the globe of my breast.

He stills, and I see it then—the preternatural way his eyes track all my slight movements, the way he seems to barely breathe while he watches me. Predator and prey.

It’s easy to forget he’s not human.

We might be anatomically similar, might be sexually compatible, but he’s an alien.

And we’re definitely not anatomically similar when he’s in… beast mode.

“Can we have sex?” I blurt the question out, and from the way he blinks up at me, I’m not the only one who’s surprised at the question.

In an instant, so fast I wouldn’t have thought it possible if I hadn’t experienced it, he has me flat on my back.

“I meant… are we, uh, do our parts match up?” My voice hits a higher pitch than it has since Bridget scared me once in the middle of the night.

One of my legs is hooked around his hip, leaving me wide open, my thin dress hiked up to my upper thigh.

He grinds against me, and I moan, my eyes widening in surprise.

“Show me,” I whisper. “I want to see it.”

I find the top of his pants, and I fumble with them for a long moment until he lets out a laugh, helping my clumsy hands by taking them off.

His cock is hard, a bead of liquid pearling at the tip.

I reach for it, curious, and wrap a hand around it.

When Brekker makes a guttural noise, I freeze. “I’m sorry. Did I hurt you? I don’t know how to⁠—”

He grabs my hand around his, clamping it around his cock, leaning up to kiss me. Our mouths clash, and I can’t hold back a moan of excitement as he works my hand over him.

“Everything you do feels good,” he says, leaning back, his eyes focused fully on me. “Look at it. Touch it. Taste it.”

“Taste it,” I repeat, and suddenly, that’s exactly what I want to do. Uncertain but excited, I drop my head, licking the small slit at the tip of his dick. It tastes salty and musky and not bad, really. I make a sound of surprise as he groans.

A heavy hand rests at the crown of my head, his claws gently scratching against my scalp.

Oh, he likes that.

It makes me feel powerful, to have this huge beast of a man all tight and hard beneath me, clearly wanting more but waiting, patient, for me to initiate.

I marvel at it, licking around the head of his cock as he jerks.

He meant what he said—he really is letting me lead.

I never would have thought this was how my day was going to end up—married to the werewolf alien, bitten, fingered to the best orgasm of my life in the transport, and now happily sucking his dick.

Ooh, sucking it! Yep. That’s what I should do. I’m pretty sure I heard that men like that.

I test out my theory, wrapping my lips as best I can around the thick length of him. It’s strangely smooth, despite the thick tuft of fur at the base of his hips.

“Fucking hells, Aileen. I could come with you just like that. Never seen anything so fucking perfect as you with my cock in your mouth.”

Surprised, I glance up at him. Sure enough, he’s staring at me wide-eyed, worshipful.

I guess I like being watched. What a moment of discovery for us all.

I suck him deeper, gratified and amused as he groans, his claws scraping my scalp, his hips bucking gently.

“I want to taste you. Let me fucking taste you,” he growls.

Nah. I’m not about to relinquish control. I’m having way too much fun. I run my fingernails down his fat cock, lapping at the pearly precum on the tip, absolutely loving how he looks like he’s about to fall to pieces at the lightest lick of my tongue.

Heh.

“Sit on my face.”

That gets my attention. “What?” I ask, frowning.

His cock bobs, as if it’s straining to get back in my mouth. I grin at it, giving it a long lick. I like it, I decide.

“I want to taste your sweet cunt. I want you to milk my fucking tongue with that pussy, and I want you to suck my cock while you cum all over my face.”

“Oh.” I blink. “How does that work?” I rub a hand over his cock again, and he hisses like it hurts.

“Do you trust me?”

I consider it, then smile. “Yes.”

He doesn’t waste a second hooking his hands under my arms and tugging me up to his face to kiss me. I love it. I love the way we fit together, the way he’s so much bigger than me. It makes me feel protected.

Plus, he’s freaking gorgeous.

I break away from his mouth as a thought occurs to me. “Can you take your shirt off?”

“Only if you take your dress off.” He gives me a lopsided grin, the challenge clear.

Without a second thought, I tug the expensive silk over my head… only to manage to tangle my arms in it.

“Help,” I squeak, bouncing a little.

His laugh rings out, and then his hot mouth closes over the peak of my nipple.

“Oh, oh,” I manage.

“I like these,” he says, then repeats it on the other breast. I arch into his hands, my arms tangled overhead in red silk. “Does that feel good?”

His eyes lift to mine, and I startle slightly at the glowing orange that meets my gaze.

Pain and pleasure mix as he tugs at the tip of one nipple. I gasp, and wet slicks the juncture of my thighs.

“That’s it.” He all but purrs, satisfaction lighting his still-glowing eyes. “You do like that.”

All I can manage is a moan as he laves each nipple in turn, then blows cold across them. My entire body turns molten under his ministrations.

I finally manage to unwrap myself from my dress, and then I’m clawing at the hem of his shirt as though I might be the one turning feral at any second.

When he’s finally, blessedly naked, it’s all I can do to keep breathing.

My fingers swipe over the web of white lines across the thick muscles on his stomach, following the scars to his chest. He shudders at my touch.

“So many scars.”

“And each one a story for another time.” His eyes are hooded, and the lust I see reflected in them makes me eager to see what happens next. When he pulls my hips, dragging my pussy across his chest, I follow with a soft laugh, half crawling to where he wants me.

My laugh turns to a shocked moan as he rearranges me so I’m facing his feet. The first lick of his tongue on my sex blows my mind.

I whuff in surprise, and he palms my shoulders, gently pressing me down.

There’s no way I can reach his cock—he’s too tall, and I’m going to lose my mind with what he’s doing to me. Besides, I don’t trust myself to do anything but hang on for dear life.

Still, I wrap one hand around his pulsing cock, determined to please him as much he’s pleasing me.

I’m rewarded by a growl that vibrates against my raw nerve endings, and he redoubles his efforts, his wet, rasping tongue exploring every last inch of me.

When he palms my ass, then slips a finger deep inside me, finding that spot I was sure was a myth, I come hard, white exploding across my vision as I scream his name.

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CHAPTER 12

BREKKER

I’m obsessed.

One taste of her perfect cunt, and I’m absolutely reduced to an addict, ready for the next hit.

She pants on top of me, the keening way she yelled my name my new favorite sound.

After one last long lick of the sopping proof of her pleasure, I lift her from my face.

“Hands and knees,” I grate. If I were a better male, I would wait a few more days before knotting her. I would make sure she was truly ready, that she understood that what we’re about to do is final. “You’re it for me. All I want is you, forever.”