“It’s not you, it’s probably the hypno-whispers,” V’rex pointed out. “I can’t understand any of them—they just give me a fuckin’ headache. But they seem to be affecting you—at least some, anyway.”
“I only understand about one word in ten,” Penny admitted. “But that does seem to be enough to mess with my sleep—well, with my dreams, anyway. But I’ve never done anything like…like what I just did,” she added, feeling her cheeks get miserably hot with a mortified blush.
“If I had to guess, I’d bet that they ramped up the whispers last night,” V’rex said thoughtfully. “They probably want the new Forever Mate couples to do as much breeding as possible with as little resistance as possible.” He frowned. “Fuckin’ perverts.”
“Maybe you’re right.” Penny nodded eagerly, glad to have an explanation—any explanation—for her behavior. “But God, that dream was so weird. So vivid.” She looked up at V’rex, biting her lip. “It’s no excuse though. I’m really, really sorry.”
He gave an incredulous laugh.
“You think I’m gonna complain about waking up to getting my dick sucked? Hell no, sweetheart.” He reached down and cupped Penny’s hot cheek. Gently, he swiped away a tear with his thumb. “I’m just sorry it made you so upset,” he rumbled, looking at her anxiously. “I would’ve stopped you before, I swear, but I was half-asleep myself through most of it.”
“You were?” Penny blinked up at him, feeling a little better.
“Uh-huh. What woke me up at first wasn’t your mouth—it was your soft little hand on me. And you kept saying something like, ‘Oh Chicken Daddy…Oh, Chicken Daddy!’” He shrugged. “Whatever that means.”
“That was, uh, part of the dream.” Penny pulled away from his touch, feeling embarrassed all over again. “God, this place is so weird and awful! We have to get out of here!”
“As soon as we can, but keep your voice down, sweetheart,” V’rex growled, glancing at the closed door. “It’s not exactly soundproofed in here. I do have kind of a plan for getting out now, though—got it from the talk we had last night.”
“You do? What is it?” Penny looked at him hopefully.
But V’rex shook his head.
“I have to check some things first and work it out a little more. I promise we’ll discuss it tonight—okay?”
“Okay.” Penny nodded and sniffed. “So…you really aren’t upset with me? Because I have to be honest, I’d be really angry with you if I woke up and you were, uh…”
“Going down on you?” His pale gold eyes were suddenly half lidded. “Yeah, I guess it would be kind of shocking if you woke up with my tongue sliding between your sweet pussy lips, wouldn’t it?”
Penny found she was blushing all over again, but for a different reason this time. As his dirty words formed a picture in her head, a surge of sexual energy went through her. Suddenly her nipples were tight and achy while her pussy was throbbing. She pressed her thighs together tightly.
“I just…I would probably have a hard time believing you were just…just having a bad dream,” she admitted stiffly, trying to ignore the sudden wave of desire that threatened to swamp her. God, what was wrong with her, anyway?
“Well, I wouldn’t call it a bad dream, exactly.” V’rex grinned at her. “Hey, stop torturing yourself about it. I’m not upset and you shouldn’t be either—it’s just a side effect of this fucked up place, that’s all.”
Penny was relieved that he was willing to be so understanding about the whole thing. She really would have been upset if their positions had been reversed and she’d woken up with the big Hybrid between her thighs.
Or would you? asked a naughty little voice in the back of her head. But what if he was really good at it, Penny? And what if he actually liked it. What about that?
Penny tried to push the embarrassing thought away. She loved reading spicy romance books where the hero actually enjoyed going down on the heroine and was actually skilled at it. But alas, she had never found a guy in real life that lived up to the fantasy she had in her head—mainly because she was self-conscious about asking any guy to get between her overly-ample thighs and go to work with his tongue.
Garret had professed himself willing to try it, when she had finally confessed her fantasy, but that had been a disaster. He had given her a few swipes with his tongue and then made a face and came bobbing right back up.
“Is there a problem?” Penny had asked him anxiously, unsure what to think of his twisted expression.
“Well, I mean it’s not, uh…not the best taste, ya know, babe?” Garret had reached for a glass of water on the bedside table and taken a big swig, as though to rinse out his mouth. Then he’d smiled at her. “But hey, that’s okay. We still have the main event, right?”
The “main event” was sex of course—proper sex with the pole going into the hole as Garret said—which was, of course, the only real sex as far as he was concerned.
So they had had sex, while Penny felt like she was dying inside from embarrassment.
She had tried to put it out of her mind, but after that encounter, she’d never asked a guy to go down on her again. She couldn’t summon the courage, feeling that her thick thighs and her “bad taste” down there would disqualify her forever from having her favorite fantasy come true.
But now, looking up into those pale gold eyes, half-lidded with amused lust, Penny wondered if things might be different with V’rex. At the very least, she bet he would be considerably better at going down than her ex had been.
