“No.” No shame in it, just fact. “I was brought to Parac’Norr before I reached maturity. There are no females here.” His thumb traced her lower lip, and his eyes went dark. “Until now.”
Her heart squeezed. This badass who’d torn apart ferals with his bare hands had never been with a woman.
“Let me show you.”
His hand moved to her hair, fingers tangling in the strands. “Show me then.”
She took him in her mouth slowly, just the head at first. The taste of him, clean male and heat, flooded her senses. Her tongue swirled around the crown, learning him.
He growled, the sound rumbling through his chest and his fingers tightened in her hair.
“Draanth.” His hips rolled forward, controlled but insistent. “Your mouth is perfect.”
She took him deeper, working her tongue along his shaft. He was so big she could barely manage half, her jaw aching with the stretch. But damn if she wasn’t going to try. His taste grew stronger, concentrated, until she felt drunk on it.
His breathing went ragged. Her translator picked up every filthy word spilling from his lips… what her mouth was doing to him, what he wanted to do to her. When she looked up through her lashes, his head was back but his eyes were on her, watching everything.
“Enough.” He pulled her off him, and before she could protest, he had her on her back in the furs. He loomed over her, all golden skin and coiled muscle in the firelight.
His smile was pure predator. “The garrison gets media feeds. I’ve studied your species’ mating habits.” His hand traced down between her breasts, leaving fire in its wake. “Clinical education. But this... the way you smell, the sounds you make... that’s all mine to discover.”
The contrast between the clinical words and his hungry touch made her shiver.
“Mating habits? You mean porn on the media feeds?" She laughed. "Zeke, that stuff isn’t real?—”
Her words died as he moved down her body, pressing hot kisses to her throat. His teeth scraped the soft skin and made her shiver. When he nipped at her collarbone, her clit throbbed.
Working his way lower, he mapped every inch of her body with his mouth. Her breasts, her ribs, her stomach… each kiss was a claim.
“Want to bet I can’t make you scream?”
Then his mouth was on her pussy.
“Fuck!”
His tongue found her clit, circling the swollen bud in a way that made her see stars. He licked into her like a man on a mission, learning what made her writhe.
The wet sounds of his mouth on her filled the cabin. She felt his breath against her, the scrape of teeth when he sucked her clit between his lips and her hands flew to his head.
The buzz cut was rough under her fingers. Muscles bunched in his neck and shoulders as he worked between her thighs like his life depended on it.
He learned fast… when to be gentle, when to go hard. His hands held her thighs wide, keeping her open even when she tried to close her legs when it was just too much.
“Zeke,” she gasped, her back arching. “Oh god, I can’t?—”
He growled against her, the sound possessive and triumphant.
She came apart. Her orgasm slammed through her so hard that it left her shaking and gasping. When she finally remembered her own name, he was kissing his way back up her body.
“Still think media feeds are useless?”
She couldn’t even form words. Her throat felt raw, her body humming. The furs beneath her were damp with sweat and sex, the air thick with the smell of them.
When he settled between her thighs, the head of his cock nudging against her pussy, she tensed. The blunt pressure made her breath catch.
He. Was. Huge.
“I’ll be careful.” Not a reassurance, it was a dark promise. “But you’re going to take all of me.”
