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“Kalidi complicates things.” His eyes were glazing over as they did when it rose, and I ignored the insistent press of his dick at my thighs.

I patted his cheek. “Lie back, I’ll get the oil.”

After I’d cleaned up, I got changed and wrapped my scarf around my hair. Airida was already asleep. I curled up next to him, tucking myself into the crook of his arm, too exhausted to do anything but join him.

I woke, sprawled over Airida, not just a leg flung over his but practically lying on top of him.

The hard press of his dick was no surprise, but his confident hands on my hips, well, they were something new.

I kept my eyes closed, focusing on his hot, firm chest under my cheek, the scent of him, rosemary and musk and want.

My clit throbbed, insistent, the haze of sleep allowing me to enjoy this… whatever this was. We hadn’t even talked about sleeping in the same bed, just gotten ready as if it was a given. Nearly losing each other had forged a bond, as if fate itself had woven our threads together.

He only wore undershorts. The nightdress I’d picked up was a ridiculous galactic concoction reminding me of old-fashioned ones from three centuries ago—which was precisely why I’d bought it. A quirky, alien taste of home.

I could look ridiculous with Airida and it wouldn’t matter. I didn’t need him to find me attractive. I wasn’t trying to seduce him, so I could wear my comfortable, dowdy garment to bed with him, the length feeling like armour—or it would have done, if it hadn’t ridden up in the night.

If I shifted even slightly, my bare pussy would touch his leg—or if a beautiful man used firm hands to lift me and spread my thighs wide over his hips.

Oh.

Airida’s eyes flew open, then widened with shock. His dick bucked through his shorts, the ridges on the underside pressing against my clit in just the right way.

Fuck. Just that thin layer of fabric separating us.

He gazed at me with an awed expression, the tip of his tongue resting on his tusks as if asking me a question.

I could move. I could grind against him.

I could kiss him.

CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT

The power of hearing a big man beg

Imani

“GOOD MORNING, IMANI.” Airida’s voice was husky—with sleep, with desire, with whatever else made a seven-foot alien husky and tempting in the morning. His tongue flicked out to wet his lips.

Of course I’d noticed kri’ith and shaa’ith tongues—long, thick, and purple-grey, they were pretty unmissable. I’d already got myself off more than once thinking about how his would feel inside me. Or to kiss. I imagined him claiming my mouth, thrusting that tongue down my throat. Or me holding it between my teeth, denying him, making him beg to use it on me.

Airida drew the back of a claw along my arm, his touch sure and insistent. “I want to touch you before I lose my strength, my moonlight.”

That was right, we weren’t lovers; he was in kalidi and soon he’d need relief. But until then, this desire was all his, all mine. “Why do you call me that?” I whispered.

His face split in a reverent smile. “In moonlight, everything looks different, but I know everything’s the same. I know the beauty that’s there even though I can’t see it and… you make me feel like I am seen.”

Moments stretched between us, heartbeats, galaxies, eons. A nameless emotion bloomed. “I see you, Airi.”

The charged air held something heady, something magical, and, god, I wanted him so much. “Touch me.”

Airida hummed, deep and content. He didn’t go for my breasts like a human might, just used one big hand to lie me on his chest, holding me there with it splayed across my shoulders. His other hand stroked up and down, exploring, lingering over the curves of my arse—barely covered by the ruched up fabric. Lower, down my leg, back up, under my nightie, a sensual scratch of claws over my bare flesh. “I love your body,” he murmured. “I’ve been desperate to touch you like this, I cannot begin to tell you how much.”

I moaned, squirming against his cock, getting the ripple of his ridges in just the right place on my clit.

“What is it you said last night? Grind yourself on me. Use me to make yourself come.”

Fuck yes. “I want to feel you.” If I did something, I did it properly, and grinding against Airida’s dick for the first time was definitely something that needed to be done properly.