“No,” both his huge hands come up, practically covering my thighs as they grip and pull me back down. As soon as he’d initiated the touch, it leaves me, like my skin had burned him or something. “Sorry,” he says, holding his hands up as if in surrender. “I don’t want you to leave my lap is all I mean. Please-” I watch as he swallows thickly, “-please stay. I’m just not used to females allowing such close contact. It is only done in very special circumstances where I am from.”
“Special circumstances?”
My Xaviann friend nods and I’m struck by just how handsome and strong his features are.
“Like what?” I hear myself asking, melting into him a little.
His gaze roams my face, lingering on my mouth. “Breeding,” he answers, and for a moment we just stare at one another before he seems to be the one to shake us out of the stupor. He clears his throat and takes another gulp of his bubbly green drink.
I don’t know what it is, but my gut feeling about this guy is that he won’t take advantage of me. He’s not like the usual patrons in this place. I need to keep this man on my side. I need for him to make good on his promise of casual murder on my behalf. If a little bit of proximity and some touching will do that, then I am more than down for that with him right now. Hell, if it means Jaya, Lois and I don’t end up in the belly of a Yoxxarii, then I’ll get on my knees and blow him right here, right now.
I wiggle in his lap a little, shifting until I feel a sizable swelling in those riding britches of his. He sucks in a breath and holds it as I continue to make myself comfortable, the front strip of fabric from my ‘skirt’ -if you could call it that- falling between my thighs, leaving my legs completely bare all the way up to my hips. I’m a curvy girl with more than my fair share of wobbly bits and cellulite, but considering the situation I’m in now, for once in my life, I couldn’t give a shit. Taking the male’sdrink from his hand, I place both of them back down on the table and grab him by the wrists, guiding his hands to touch my thighs, just like he had with his knee-jerk reaction to me leaving his lap. “You can touch, if you like,” I tell him, shifting and leaning back against his chest.
The big male groans, and lets his head fall back as if I really were taking him in my mouth right now. His hands twitch on my legs as though they’re resisting the urge to squeeze me. I move his hands for him, guiding him up and down the tops of my thighs, my hips, my waist.
His head has straightened again - I can tell because I can feel his ragged breath in my hair. “You are…very soft,” he murmurs, sounding almost transfixed. I lean back further into him and I swear I can feel his heart beating a mile-a-minute at my back. “You should not be so… uncovered,” he leans down to tell me, his breath now tickling the patch of skin behind my ear. “Such a soft female should never be left so vulnerable.”
“I think that’s the whole point to a place like this,” I tell him, my hands leaving his movements, allowing him to continue gently mapping out the hills and valleys of my body on his own. I find myself reaching up and back, my hands blindly locating his big, ridged horns and smoothing up before wrapping my fingers around one of them.
“Fuuck,” the Xaviann curses. “This really isn’t wise, little human,” he protests weakly, one of his arms banding up and across my chest, holding me to him like a firm seatbelt, his thick fingers starting to delicately trace my collarbone and brush over my throat. I can feel his hot breath, sending goosebumps skittering all over my skin as he softly runs the tip of his nose up my neck. “I have never met a female so trusting,” he says, as if talking to himself. “It is intoxicating.”
His words are spoken so closely to my skin, I can feel the brush of his lips on my neck. And somehow, it all feels so terriblyerotic all of a sudden. I don’t know if I’m running on adrenaline from being in such a dangerous situation, or if it’s the fact that this huge, powerful male seems…in awe of me?
Is that a crazy thing to say?
Probably. All the aliens I’ve encountered have treated humans as pets at best, and disposable things to own and use at worst.
Still, this big guy came busting in here to save my life and now he’s actinglike this?
Maybe there’s something wrong with me. Maybe I’m stupid to be horny right now, but I don’t think I could stop myself from grinding my ass back on that man even if I wanted to.
My Xaviann friend apparently didn’t get that memo though, because his huge hands grip my hips tightly. “Don’t,” he hisses in my ear. “I won’t be able to control myself if you keep moving that way.”
The words are spoken into the side of my throat where I feel a gentle graze of his teeth.
“Well, well, well, what’s going on inthisdark corner?” comes a voice to our side.
I don’t know if the guy I’m sitting on is just lightning quick, or my reflexes are just too damn slow, but by the time I look to see who had spoken to us, he’s already pointing one of his blaster-guns at the newcomer.
To the new guy’s credit, he doesn’t seem to react in the slightest. He’s another Xaviann, similar to my guy but perhaps leaner, wearing more gold jewelry, and has his otherwise long hair shaved at the sides. He stands there with an amused look on his face and his arms crossed over his chest.
“I swear to all four Goddesses, if you scare off this female, I will not hesitate to pull the trigger, Zann,” my Xaviann seat growls.
The other Xaviann chuckles and bats away the barrel of the blaster currently pointed right at him. “Nice to see you’ve been missing me, brother,” he grins and then promptly urges us to move along the circular booth seating so that he can join us.
“Zann,” my guy glares at the newcomer over my head while his free arm tightens around me and the other puts his gun away. “She trusts me. Do not scare her.”
This ‘Zann’ raises a single eyebrow. “She shouldn’t,” he says, leaning back with his hands behind his head looking very smug for some reason. “Not whenPrince Kiahnis out here with his fangs out for all to see.”
“Shit!” My guys hisses, releasing me and covering his mouth with his hand.
I shift in his lap to look back at him. “You have fangs?” I ask, genuinely curious because I didn’t notice them before at all. But then another part of information dropped by his brother rings in my ears. “You’rea Prince?!”
“Prince Kiahn of the Northern Principality, to be precise,” Zann supplies before swiping my untouched drink from the table and then gesturing with the glass to my credit-orb, “and purchaser of females now, apparently too. Aunt Zalora is going tolovethat,” he adds before taking a swig of the green liquid and giving me a wink while he’s at it.
“I amnotpurchasing this female,” ‘Prince Kiahn’ hisses from behind his hand. “I came here looking foryou, you giant drak-shit! But she needed help.”
Zann grins over my head at his brother. “Sure she did. Looked like you were helping herreal good.”
