A sharp inhale came from his direction and he went very still.Did the air suddenly seem thicker?she wondered, her brows lowering, hergazelowering.Yep, that thing in his pants was definitely a cock because she couldseeit throbbing, like a little heartbeat.
A not-so-little heartbeat, she corrected, lips parting, a full-on, full-body flush heating her from head-to-toe.Again, she pressed her hand to her cheek, wondering why she was like this around him.It was like he’d cranked her ‘desire/lust’ knob all the way up and he was the only one with the controls.She’dneverfelt this horny around a man in her entire life.
His nostrils flared and Beks saw his hand tightening around the plate.He squeezed it so hard that Beks gasped when it split right in two, food and metal clattering to the floor.
Lihvan ignored it.In fact, he didn’t even seem to notice.His body was tight, tense, muscles contracted and ready to spring.And he was doing that strange purring sound again.
“Lihvan?” she asked quietly, feeling her nipples pebble beneath his shirt.The room smelled of him, that same minty musk that she’d inhaled off the shirt, except it seemed concentrated.It was making Beks head swim, making it hard for her to think about anything but the alien in front of her.
“This is not a game, female,” he suddenly said, voice deep and thick.“Your scent tells me you wish to mate and that is not to be taken lightly.Not with a male like me.”
Beks shook her head, trying to clear the sudden haze.Her scent?He could smell how turned on she was?
“A male like you?” she questioned.Her voice was throaty, like she’d just smoked a pack of cigarettes.
He never turned his gaze away from her.He pinned her in place, like a predator stalking his prey.“If we mate, I will never let you go.Thatis the kind of male I am.”
I want that, was her first immediate thought, which disturbed her as much as it thrilled her.What would it be like to be claimed by someone like him?His power, his presence, his gaze made her tingle with awareness and she imagined herself lying back on the bed, slipping off his shirt, and spreading her legs for him.What would he do?Would he take what she freely offered?Would he tug her hips to the edge of the bed and thrust inside of her?Would he be rough or gentle?Would she cum around his cock as hematedher?
That word…mate…it was primitive, raw, and sexy as hell.The air in the room was even thicker and Lihvan’s purring growls were growing louder and louder with each passing moment.
What’s happening to me?she wondered, lips parted, skin flushed.This wasn’t normal, was it?
Maybe she was playing with fire, but Beks had always liked to push boundaries.She liked to push other people, see how they would react.
She told herself that was why she slowly shimmied up his shirt until it was bunched around her hips.She told herself that was why she slowly spread her thighs so he would have a teasing glimpse of her naked pussy.
Lihvan seemed to stop breathing for a second and Beks almost moaned at the expression on his face, one of complete and utter focus as his gaze zeroed in on the throbbing juncture of her thighs.
“We don’t have to have sex to have some fun together,” she murmured softly, brushing a gentle finger over her engorged clit.She gasped, her head falling back, stunned because she thought she might cum just from that one little touch.“I—I feel…” she trailed off in another moan.
Lihvan didn’t move.He was completely still, watching her, as if afraid if he moved an inch, she’d stop.What he didn’t know was that Beks wasalreadytoo far gone to stop.So, it didn’t surprise her when another gentle swipe of her fingers—just one little touch—set her off into a clenching, spiraling orgasm that made her gasp and moan like the wanton she was.
Afterwards, she met Lihvan’s eyes, her ragged breath filling the room.She was too shocked by her reaction to him to be embarrassed.And the look he was giving her?It looked like he wanted to spring across the room anddevourher.It didn’t look like he’d minded her impromptu masturbation session.Not at all.
The purring was growing deafening…and were his horns straightened?Beks eyed them, trepidation making an appearance.Had she gone too far this time?After all, he was an alien…a being with different customs, different interpretations.Even though she felt secure with him, she realized she probably shouldn’t have done that, no matter what she felt when she was near him.
“I…” she trailed off.“I’m sorry.I didn’t mean…”
Except she had meant to do it.Now, she was embarrassed.Kate had always called her impulsive, which might just be another word for reckless.She always acted before thinking, unlike her level-headed best friend that analyzed everything beforehand.
Without saying one word, Lihvan pushed off his spot from the wall and left the room as if it was on fire.Beks stared at the door, which had swooshed closed behind him, and then she let out a shuddering sigh.Slowly, she pushed off the bed on shaking legs, smoothing the shirt back down her thighs, trying not to let shame fill her up and boil over.
She’d always loved sex, but she loved the intimacy of it more, of feeling the weight of a man, of smelling him on her skin, tasting him on her tongue.She’d never been ashamed of it and had always had a healthy sex life.But she didn’t feel so good about what had just happened.She was in way over her head.
Crouching down, she picked up the broken plate that Lihvan had crushed and picked up what remained of the food.She didn’t know where to discard it, so she neatly piled it by the door before her eyes returned to where Lihvan had been standing.
Beks stepped closer, peering harder.
There was a dent in the wall.
Her eyebrows rose as she inspected it.It was roughly the size of the towering, scarred alien that had just fled the room.It took Beks a moment to realize that he’d actuallydentedthe steel wall with his body, from the force of keeping away from her.And right where his hands had been pressed?There were claw marks, as if he’d tried to gouge his nails into it.
Beks ran a shaking hand through her hair, eyeing the scratches.
What in the world had she done this time?
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