Zeph followed her closely. She wasn’t too worried about him being noticed by any vid captures. There’d only been one at the port, which should’ve had the highest security. She doubted there were any outside the port.
Soon they were inside the domicile. With a sigh, she pulled off the thinsill then her bag and set both down on the small table in the food preparation area.
“That’s a relief,” she said, stretching her arms up. “I didn’t think there’d be much to worry about, but it’s still nice that there were no issues.”
When he didn’t respond, she turned to find him standing just inside the door. His sapphire eyes were trained on her like a predator.
“Zeph?”
“Give me permission,” he said in a voice so low it made her shiver.
“Permission?” she whispered.
“I need to touch you. I need to rub my bonding oil all over your body. If that’s not acceptable, the only recourse is for me to go stay with Tumoro.” He pulled in a deep breath then growled. “Give me permission to strip you down or tell me to leave.”
She opened her arms. “Stay.”
Chapter 9
Zephrum
Something deep and primal took over. With a rattle of triumph, Zeph charged at Han. Before she could even lower her arms, he had her pushed up against a wall.
Oil leaked from his glands even before he pressed one against the top of her head. His oil soaked into her mane and then her scalp. The smell of their combined scents filled the air, making him breathe deep.
It wasn’t enough!
Unsheathing his claws, he grabbed the neck of her shirt with both hands and ripped the garment from her body. Han gasped but didn’t pull away. She still had some kind of tight cloth covering her breasts. He hooked a claw in the cloth and tugged. It gave way and her gorgeous breasts bounced free.
Grabbing her under the arms, he lifted her high against the wall until her chest was even with his face. He pressed his face to her right breast, rubbing his scent gland all over the soft mound.
“Zeph,” Han moaned. Rolling his eyes up, he saw her mouth was open and eyes closed.
Moving his face, he sucked her nipple into his mouth. She gasped and tried to press harder against him. He rolled over the taut peak with his tongue then sucked harder. Pulling his head away, he let her nipple go with a pop and moved to the other breast. He covered the mound in oil then rushed to suck the nipple into his mouth. Her skin was so soft, he was careful to keep his sharp teeth from accidentally hurting her.
He had to pay special attention when she dug her heels into the wall to help arch her back so she could press herself against his face.
“More,” she begged.
When he sucked harder, she let out a little scream.
Fearful he’d hurt her, he reared back and set her on the ground. The moment he let go, she flew at him. He thought she was going to violently retaliate, but instead she jumped and locked her arms around him and pressed her lips to his.
He groaned at the taste of her.
Her body dangled against his, held up by the strength in her arms around his neck. His little human was so strong!
He grabbed her by the hips and lifted her a little so her face was even with his. He looked for signs of distress, like water coming from her eyes. He didn’t see any, but still, she’d screamed for a reason.
“Hurt?”
Why did his voice sound so low? It was as if a part of him had been set loose and wouldn't be re-caged.
The corners of her lips turned up. “You didn’t hurt me. It’s the opposite. I fucking loved everything you were doing. Pushing me up against a wall? Yes! Tearing my clothes off? Hot! Ravaging my nipples. Double hot! I screamed because it felt that good.”
This was going to be a problem. He knew humans screamed because of pain too. How was he supposed to know the difference?
“Can we keep going?” she asked, wrapping her legs around his waist.
