“Good?” he rasped, flickering his gaze up at her.
“Yes,” she breathed. So he repeated the movement, licking at the spot. Luxirian females didn’t have it, but his human female seemed to enjoy its stimulation tremendously. “Oh!”
Jaxor’s horns were pressing into her belly, they were so stiff with his arousal. He made a dark sound in his throat when her hand came to one, guiding his head to that little spot, holding him there.
Vrax. Jaxor’s horns had always been particularly sensitive during matings. He was helpless against her when she touched them in that way and his tongue licked wildly at the spot that seemed to bring her the most pleasure.
“What do you call this?” he murmured, raising his head briefly. Softly, he placed his finger on it, mindful of his claws, and her hips bucked upwards, her back arching.
“My clit,” she whispered, as if she didn’t trust her voice.
Jaxor made another sound in his throat. “And you like it when I lick you here,rixella?”
Her eyes met his, her hand tightening on his horn, as if afraid he’d move away. “Yes.”
“How much?”
“Verymuch.”
He grinned, his lips wet from her arousal. “Ask me.”
Her gaze narrowed, though he saw the way they lit with interest. “You want me to beg?”
He trailed the calloused pad of his finger over her clit and her brows drew together, pleasure erupting over her features just from that light touch. Fascinating and arousing. Jaxor’s other hand delved beneath the water, squeezing his cock tightly when he felt like he might come.
Erin saw the hasty movement. Her back seemed to arch a little more, drawing Jaxor’s gaze to her breasts, to her brown-tinted hard nipples, and his jaw clenched, wanting to draw them into his mouth once more.
“I would not be opposed to hearing you beg,” he finally said, his voice deep and roughened.
“I won’t beg,” she whispered, a challenge in her gaze.
His nostrils flared. “Nix?” Stubborn female.
Her smile was languid. Jaxor swallowed hard. Already his mouth was watering for more of her taste, but now there was a challenge between them, one he’d foolishly issued.
“No,” she murmured. She laid back, off her elbow, keeping her hand on his horn. “If you won’t make me come, I’ll have to do it myself.”
His pupils went wide with her words.
“Wickedrixella,” he rasped, though it almost sounded like a curse to his ears. She kept him in place, poised between her thighs, but her fingers replaced his on her clit. Slowly, she rubbed, circling the flesh as Jaxor’s heartbeat thundered in his chest.
He would’ve grinned, showing his delight, but she held his eyes, as if wondering whether he would break.
Unable to help himself, his hand moved over his cock. Erin’s eyes flickered to the ripples the movement made in the water, to the way his muscles flexed and shifted in his arm. A hint of a smile touched her lips—was she as delighted in him as he was in her?—before they parted and a soft moan escaped her.
His nostrils flared when her hand tightened on his horn, stroking over the smooth, sensitive bone. Then her fingers moved, trailing over her folds, before she inserted a finger into her sex.
“Vrax,” he bit out, his free hand gripping her thigh.
“You would make me come right now if it was your tongue and not my finger,” she murmured, gaze half-lidded.
A frustrated groan escaped him, his Instinct pushing at him, urging him to pleasure his female.
“Tev?”
“Yes.”
“All you have to do is ask.”
