Page 49 of The Pleasure Contract

I lean into her space, my eyes honing in on the way her plump bottom lip is caught between her teeth. “I’ll be exactly who you need me to be, little Lois,” I murmur, my voice rough and low.

Her gaze drops to my mouth now, and I make sure to point out my right fang with the tip of my tongue. “Yeah?”

I’m poised to answer, lips parted on the first syllable of the first word, when my Lois pounces on me.

Her lips take mine, and it is such a wonderful, delicious, delightful surprise that I can’t help the groan that slips from my throat as she climbs onto my lap.

She’s straddling me.

Lois is straddling me.

I think I might fucking pass out.

“Who do you need me to be, Lois?” I murmur into our kiss before her tongue slides against my fang.

She pulls away, and I chase her instantly, but she pushes me back against the cruiser seating again with a hand to my chest. “I need you to be someone who stays very still while I thank you properly for being so sweet to me,” she practically purrs.

I barely manage to let out the single-word question, “Sweet?” when she slinks down to a kneeling position between my splayed knees.

I… do not know what is happening, but I am loving every second of it. It’s when Lois’s little human hands start sweeping up and down my thighs as she eyes the very obvious bulge at my crotch that I start babbling. “Sweet. Yeah, I can be sweet. Whatever-” I lick my lips, my hips lifting of their own accord as she continues to stroke up and down my thighs. “Whatever you-you n-” I almost buck clean out of my seat when Lois’ hand brushes over my cock and gives it a squeeze through the taut fabric, “-eed! Whatever you need, Lois. Just – uh – just keep touching me, please, for the love of The Four, just keep doing that.”

She chuckles under her breath and looks up at me through her lashes. And she may well be Nex, Goddess of Death in the flesh, because I swear my heart could stop at any moment. “I’m pretty sure I told you to hold still while I figure out a way to thank you,” she reminds me, her hand smoothing over my covered cock again.

My head tips back, and I suck in a breath. “Right, right, uh-”

When I feel Lois unlacing my pants, I can see stars behind my eyelids. Those stars start exploding when I feel her reach in, wrap her hand around my length, and pull my cock out. “Oh, shit,” I murmur, throwing an arm over my eyes and rolling my head from side to side on the headrest. Lois is stroking my cock again.

This is not a fucking drill.

My Lois has my cock in her ha-

The sudden feeling of something soft, wet, and warm enveloping my cockhead makes my head snap up.

And what I see…

The image will stay with me to the grave.

It might actually put me in the grave, too.

Because Lois is-

She’s-

Lois is sucking on my cock.

I’ve heard of other species engaging in this act, of course. But us Xavianns? We don’t-

“Oh, holy shit, Lois, please-”

She is taking more of me, her lips stretched around my girth as she bobs her head up and down, sucking.

“Please, please, please,” I babble, gripping the white leather of the seat on either side of my legs. If I don’t – I may well grab her and haul her up here to bond-bite her pretty little throat. The urge to make her mine is so incredibly strong right now because it feels like she already fucking owns me.

Is this… is this a human female’s version of a bond bite? It might as well be. I’m gone. She’s got me. I’m hers. I’m-

“Ah, fuck!” I grunt, losing myself to the bliss she’s giving me. Lois had continued to suck and bob, her tongue swirling around my cockhead, but then she’d cupped my sack and-

When my vision comes back into focus, it’s to see Lois swallowing and sitting back with a smug look on her pretty little human face.