“The director can wait,” he murmured into my ear. “I almost lost you today. I need to be with you. To feel your skin on my skin, your lips on my mouth, and your pussy around my cock.”
His bold, brazen words lit a flame in my body, and I couldn’t help myself. Before I knew it, I was kissing and stroking even faster than he was. He had almost lost me, yes, but I had almost lost him too, and I needed his touch just as badly. I understood his innate desire to reassure himself of my continued presence because I had the same feelings.
Somehow, N’kal found his way to the bedroom without taking his mouth off mine. He laid me down gently, positioning himself between my legs. I gasped when he lifted one of my legs over his broad shoulder. His hips pressed into mine, and the pressure of his hardn’rilgrinding against my clit through our clothes sent my desire skyrocketing.
“N’kal, please … don’t tease me tonight …”
He grinned against my lips and thrusted against me, his hard crotch rubbing me. I moaned, and he shuddered in response.
“I love the sounds you make,” he said as he pulled my pants down around my hips. There was some breathless laughter as he got caught up on my raised leg, and we had to reposition several times to get our clothes out of the way.
Once he had me stripped, N’kal brought my calf to his shoulder again, stretching me. “I wish to try this. I believe you will enjoy it.”
His concern for my pleasure was touching, and I nodded my agreement before he began. He entered in one well-place thrust, his uppern’riltwitching and licking my clit as he slammed his vibrating cock into me. The position didn’t really allow me to move, but he hit so deep at that angle it didn’t matter. I clenched around him and screamed with each hit. My pussy throbbed, and N’kal gripped my hips with both hands.
“More …” he growled as he picked up speed. “I need more of you.”
I tried to reply, to tell him he could have as much of me as he wanted, but he shifted his angle and hit a new spot that had me seeing double. It was all I could do not to completely lose my shit. Finding words at that point was impossible.
N’kal pounded me so much that I screamed my throat raw. My voice croaked and squeaked before almost disappearing completely. He paused to ask if I was okay, and all I could do to respond was grab his hips and pull him back to me.
“Don’t … stop …” I rasped. “Not ever …”
His purring increased in volume, and the vibrations running through his body sped up. It was like turning a thrusting Rabbit to top speed, like he had taken a hit of something before starting and it had just kicked in. If I hadn’t known better, I might have thought he had gotten hold of some pure cane sugar when I wasn’t looking. He was feral, a total animal, and I loved it.
While I panted and gasped, he sucked on my neck. I knew I’d have a massive hickey by the end of it, but I didn’t care.
Then his knot locked us in place, and any sense of control I had vanished. I was a goner.
“Please, Timber, bear my seed,” he said, stroking my abdomen. “Let me watch you grow round with my children. I don’t want Xalanite babies. I want my children to be yours, to breed with you and you alone. Please.”
He didn’t slow in the slightest during this plea, and it made it harder for me to think straight. I didn’t want to jump into motherhood, though I didn’t even know if humans and Xalanites were genetically compatible.
Logic and sex didn’t mesh well in my brain, and the short circuit caused by his declaration was enough to stop me short. I groaned as I came down from my hormonal high, and just as quickly as things had begun, they came to a screeching halt. N’kal frowned as his knot deflated, and he pulled out, lying next to me while I tried to regain my breath.
“I’m sorry,” I said. I cleared my throat several times, but the temporary damage to my vocal cords refused to leave.
“Did I say something wrong?” he asked.
“No! No, it’s not your fault. I just … kids are a touchy subject for some humans, myself included. It’s a serious topic that can kill the mood if we’re not prepared to hear it.” I rolled onto my side and looked into his still-glowing eyes. “I love you, N’kal, but we’ve barely gotten to know each other. Having babies—that’s a lifetime commitment for my species. I don’t know if I’m quite ready for them yet. If I’ll ever be ready.”
His face fell, and he looked away. “I see.”
“Please don’t be mad at me, N’kal. I want to be with you, to make a life together, but I hadn’t even thought about kids with my own species, let alone with an alien lover. I might just need time.” I stroked his scaled cheek. “Please don’t give up on me just yet.”
“I am not angry,” he reassured. “I am … disappointed. But I will honor your wishes no matter what you choose, even if it means ‘shooting blanks’ for the rest of my days.”
“Wait, where did you hear that?” I asked amid a fit of giggles.
“I saw it on a program. It means that I am infertile, correct? That I will not impregnate you.”
Well, he had the phrasing correct. “Yeah, that’s what it means.”
“Then I stand by what I said.”
I wasn’t sure how to respond to that. It made me feel less pressure, though, so I decided not to poke the bear further. I curled up to his side and rested my head against his chest. The rapid-fire thumping of his hearts lulled me into a light doze, gradually drifting until a deeper sleep took over.
Chapter 23
