He licked her shoulder. Trisha started and turned her head toward Slade’s bowed one. “Why are you licking me?” His tongue flicked her skin over and over, creating a strange but not unpleasant sensation. Just odd.
“I broke the skin. Sorry. I guess I should have been lecturing myself about keeping quiet. I bit you to keep from howling.” He licked her again. “You just felt too good and you’re so tight it drove me out of my mind. I had to fight to hold off coming until you did. It was too good, feeling your pussy squeezing me. You taste delicious too.
Ummm.”
“You think my blood tastes good?”
He chuckled and lapped at her shoulder. “It’s an acquired taste. And yeah, you taste really good.”
“Stop it. You don’t have the urge to take a bite out of me, do you?”
She shifted away from his mouth. There was still a lot she didn’t know about New Species. She knew they could eat raw meat, that some of them continued to eat it from years of habit from having it tossed inside their holding cells.
She experienced a little fear at that thought.
“That sounds fun.”
“You don’t eat people, do you?”
It was a nice sound when Slade laughed. “It won’t be your shoulder that I’d want to eat, Trisha. It sure as hell wouldn’t hurt either.” His laughter died. “I think I’m relaxed enough now to try to separate us. We do need some sleep. We need to get away from those men. I climbed a tree when I checked the perimeter of our camp a little while ago.
They are two ridges over. The idiots lit a fire. I would go pay them a visit they wouldn’t live to regret if I thought leaving you alone would be safe.”
“You’d kill them?” She wasn’t surprised by his statement.
“Bend over, sweet thing. And relax your muscles.”
He had ignored her question. She nodded and bent, forcing her body to relax. Slade slowly withdrew from her. She could feel every inch of his still-rigid cock as he withdrew from her pussy. Her body quivered, still oversensitive. Slade chuckled as he backed away from her.
Trisha turned after she straightened her clothing and fastened her pants. She heard Slade zip up after he righted his own clothing. He lay down on his back on the ground.
“Come here, Doc. Use my chest for a pillow and curl up with me. It will help keep you warm if you snuggle one of your legs between mine.”
She sighed as she crawled toward him and lay down with Slade. He was large and warm. “Can’t you call me Trisha now?”
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His body shook under her face as he laughed. One of his arms slid around her waist. “Nope. I’ll only call you Trisha when I’m inside you.”
She shook her head. “Jerk.”
He laughed again.
He ran his tongue over his fangs. The taste of her blood still lingered there and he ignored his cock stiffening yet again from wanting her. He turned his head enough to brush his nose through her hair. Her scent called to him and drove him a little insane.
Possessive feelings stirred inside his chest and it scared him worse than anything he’d ever experienced. He’d marked her with his bite and had come so hard, so much inside her, that he’d marked her that way too. He’d never experienced anything like it as more and more semen had jetted out of him into her, the pleasure so strong he’d nearly collapsed under the sheer force of it. Only worry that he’d hurt her had kept him up.
She was a smart human, a doctor by profession, and what did he have to offer her?
Her breathing assured him she slept. Otherwise he’d be tempted to roll her, strip her naked, and fuck her for hours. He really longed to have her stretched out bare under him, wanted access to every inch of her skin to lick and taste. To explore until he knew her body as well as his own.
The idea of spreading her legs and feasting on her pussy made him drool. He swallowed hard. The scent of her desire drove him out of his head but to taste it? To have her crying out his name while he licked her to climax sounded heavenly.
His cock began to ache. He was rock hard again, as if he hadn’t just emptied his seed into her until he’d
