She gave him a toothy grin. “Well, I like a little biting and being tossed around, but I don’t want anything broken, so the other girls make sure I’m safe.”
He suddenly dropped to his knees in front of her, purring loudly.
“Please let me bite you!”
It seemed they had a kink in common!
Myrum
He wanted to touch her so badly his entire body shook. He’d already adored Amina, but now he found out she enjoyed rough sex. How was this human so perfect?
It was probably inappropriate to beg, but his jaw ached to open up and press his sharp teeth into her flesh. He’d be careful, he wouldn’t break skin, but god he wanted her in his mouth in almost every way possible.
She stepped close and cupped his cheeks. “I’ve never had sex with a Talin before. Is there anything I should know about?”
“My sex organs are similar in shape to a human’s, although a little bigger,” he said. He wanted to grab her around the waist and rub his scent glands all over her. He dug his claws into his palms. The pain helped to keep him centered. “I don't have any penile spikes or anything like that.”
She moved her face close to his. “Could you control yourself?”
How did he answer that? He wanted to say yes, but there was always a risk when two different species were intimate.
“I would do my very best to only do things you like,” he answered. “To be sure, you should have Desur put the collar back on me. It would be easy to knock me out if there were any issues.”
“I don’t want to have to do that again,” she muttered. Her words caused a vague memory of her in his arms and then a sharp pain in his neck. He dismissed it. Even if she was the one who drugged him, he was thankful she kept him from hurting anyone.
It made him confident to know she was willing to do the hard task if necessary.
“I want you. I think I wanted you the moment we first met on Polkor,” she said.
“I feel the same,” he murmured, his rumble dropping to the lower, slower sexual one. His shaft was filling with blood, painfully contained within his mating pouch.
Her eyes drifted closed as she pressed her mouth to his.
His eyes fell closed also, allowing his senses to focus on the feel of her lips on his. As when she’d kissed him in his cabin, herlips were the softest thing he’d ever experienced. Her taste was exquisite.
She rubbed her fingers over his cheeks, making his scent glands weep bonding oil. His oil soaked into the skin of her palms, and their combined scent filled the air.
That new scent unlocked something deep within him.
Nothing was going to be the same ever again.
“Excuse me.”
Gis’s familiar voice made them separate and look over to see him standing a polite distance away.
“Gis?” Amina said, her voice husky. Then she let out a little aggravated sound. “Why do people have to keep interrupting us?”
“I don’t know anything about other instances,” Gis said, keeping his eyes focused on the floor. “But you are in a public space right now. I was contacted by the pleasure ship’s steward to ask if the two of you would like one of their specialty rooms.”
“What’s a specialty room?” Myrum asked.
“Ships like these don’t have sex workers, but they offer themed rooms if you want to bring a sex worker on board to enjoy yourself,” Gis explained. “Or if a couple wants to have some fun in a novel or different place.”
He was so tempted to say yes, but it struck him as demeaning. Amina deserved more than a room rented only for sexual activity. She deserved something beautiful and romantic, like all the little things Tarquin did for Lena.
Amina’s hands were still on his cheeks. He took them in his, kissed them, then stood up and let go.
“I need to speak to Gis alone for a moment,” he said. “Please pick out all the toys you would like. I’ll make sure you get to enjoy them all.”
