My mouth drops open. “You’re serious?” He raises a brow, and I shake my head in disbelief. “You’re unbelievable, you know that?” But even as I say the words, I’m inwardly smiling, loving our weird little dynamic.
“You will keep them open?” he asks, his accent thicker than it has been all day. I give him a reluctant nod, and he says, “Good, human.”
Pressing my lips together, I suck in a deep breath, trying to calm the heat burning my skin. “I’m going to regret telling you that, aren’t I?”
He grins. “Maybe.”
I go to jab him with my toe, but before I can even really move my foot, it’s in his hand.
How in thehell …?
I’m still blinking away my surprise when he tosses my leg back over his shoulder, and with a grunting laugh, dives back between my legs. A few seconds later, I feel the tip of a finger and gasp. I’m expecting claws, but I don’t feel any, and when I glance at his other hand on my thigh, the claws are gone, replaced by dark, blunt nails.
He raises a single brow as his finger barely presses into me, and I answer the question he doesn’t have to ask.
“Yes,” I moan.
The darkness in his eyes seems to swirl as he slowly works into me, the decadent fullness racking my body with impossible pleasure.
Oh. My. God.
I didn’t know I had the ability to feel this much.
“Fuck… ” The building pressure of my looming release hits an impossible peak.
“Give me your pleasure, Amara,” he growls.
And I shatter.
Endless, pulsating waves of pure ecstasy consume me. My eyes are still open, but my vision’s gone black. I’m in an uncontrolled free-fall, tumbling and crashing through every peak and valley as Vexar’s strong hands anchor me in place.
I don’t know how long we’re like this—him holding me steady, pushing my body to its limits, and me riding an endless climax—but eventually I come back to reality and my vision returns. I find Vexar, face flushed and forehead glistening as he laps lazily between my legs.
“Gods, that was beautiful,” he moans before climbing onto the bed, pulling me with him as he flops onto his back.
“You are really, really good at that,” I say, burying my face against his chest and inhaling the scent of his sweat-damp skin.Fuck, this feels good.I haven’t felt this safe or cared for in a long time. “Your claws disappeared,” I add, still in a haze ofendorphins as I run a hand over the ripples of his abs, and towards the top of his pants.
He catches my hand and presses a kiss to my fingers. “They did,” he says.
“How?”
“They are not natural. Nano-material. Good for fighting, not so good for love-making.”
I hum a sound of understanding and turn my face towards his. “I want to give you what you gave me.” Even if he won’t let me ride him, at least let me hear him moan. Let me watch him fall apart in my hands.
“You already did,” he says.
I mouth a silent, ‘oh’, and grin as I press a kiss to his skin. I think the big, bad alien came in his pants.Fuck, that’s hot.
“Do you need to clean up?” I ask.
He shakes his head.
Huh. He didn’t make a mess. Despite my confusion, I decide not to dig into that further. It’s probably a conversation for a different time.
My fingers find another scar, and I trace the line of raised skin from his collarbone to his armpit. “What’s this from?” I ask gently.
He stiffens. “It is a story best saved for another time.”
