“Your horns?”
“Just at the base.” He had to suppress a second groan as she stroked him there again. “Yes, there.”
She tugged slightly, sending an electric thrill through his body, and he lowered his head. Still using his horns to guide his movements, she tilted his head and then pressed her soft mouth against his. The sensation was quite pleasant, but then she ran a soft little tongue across the seam of his lips. He parted them instinctively and her tongue slipped inside his mouth. Her taste exploded across his senses and he immediately wanted more.
Careful to shield her from his teeth, he sucked the soft flesh deeper into his mouth, relishing the delicious taste. Her fingers tightened around his horns and he grew bolder, letting his own tongue explore the tender depths of her mouth. His cock throbbed an insistent demand, but his whole being was focused on where their mouths connected. She nestled closer and he could feel the hard points of her nipples against his chest. When he finally, reluctantly, raised his head, her lips were pink and swollen and her face glowed.
“That was wonderful,” she whispered.
“Yes, my lady. Can we do it again?”
“Oh, yes.”
As he started to lower his head, he remembered the way she had rubbed against him. “Are your tits sore?”
She bit her lip. “No. Whatever it was you put on them worked really well. It, um, felt really good when you applied it.”
“May I touch them again?”
A tide of color washed over her face and down her neck. He desperately wanted to know if it stretched as far as those tempting little tits, but he waited until she nodded shyly before he parted the mutashi to reveal the perfect mounds that were indeed flushed a delicate pink.
“Oh.” She jumped as he carefully cupped one breast, checking to make sure that no sign of injury remained. The bruising had disappeared and only a thin red line marked the place where she had been cut.
“I didn’t realize you were going to…”
His gaze flicked to her face as he stroked a careful thumb across one taut peak. A line had formed between her brows and he immediately halted his movement.
“Did I do something wrong?”
“I thought you meant over my clothes.”
He reluctantly started to withdraw his hand, but she took a deep breath and pressed it back in place with her small fingers.
“It’s all right. Just… just be careful, okay?”
“I will always be careful with you, my lady.”
She gave him a considering look, then smiled. “I think I believe you, my monster.”
He rewarded her trust by teasing the impudent little peak. When she gasped and pressed against his hand, he gave into temptation and lowered his head, watching her carefully for any objection before he closed his mouth around her nipple.
Instead of protesting, she grabbed his horns, tightening her grip around them as he moved from tit to tit before returning to the tempting succulence of her mouth. When he raised his head a second time, she was writhing against him, the tantalizing massage bringing him dangerously close to ejaculating.
“T’saran,” she gasped.
“Yes, my lady?”
“I want… I want to come. Can you help me?”
His seed almost escaped at the shy request. In answer, he slid his hand down her soft stomach until he reached the apex of her thighs. He paused there, about to ask permission, when she parted her legs and he felt her hot damp heat for the first time. A scrap of cloth separated his hand from her flesh, and he tore it away impatiently, sighing with satisfaction at the silky warmth beneath. He delved deeper, finding a spot that made her gasp and clutch his horns even tighter. Returning to the delightful temptation of her kiss, he stroked into her mouth with the same measured pace that he stroked the small hard nub of flesh. She lifted her hips, urging him on, increasing the pace as her soft body moved across his cock in a tantalizing dance, his own body tightening in step with hers until at last she cried out into his mouth and he felt her liquid flooding his fingers even as his own seed gushed forth in an explosion of searing ecstasy.
When he dropped a final kiss on her lips and reluctantly raised his head, her eyes fluttered open.
“I… I’ve never… Thank you, my monster.”
Before he had a chance to respond, her eyes closed again, and her breathing deepened into the soft rhythm of sleep. He held her in his arms for a long time, watching her face, full of wonder and fear. He had found his L’chka and she was perfect—but he would have to return her to her planet and leave her alone until the fleet came. Alone and unprotected. His instincts raged at the thought, but he could find no alternative. She would be no safer aboard a ship under T’ngorzul’s command. He would have seethed about his foolishness in choosing such a desperate path to regain his rank, but how could he when it had brought him to her?
At long last, he placed her in his bed, cleansed them both, and then curled around her. Tomorrow was uncertain, but for now, she was safe in his arms.
Chapter Seven
Lauren awoke slowly, feeling unusually safe and warm. The source of both was T’saran, wrapped around her so tightly that she could barely tell where he ended and she began—although, the hard bar pressed against her ass was most definitely him. She thought she should feel more embarrassed about the events of the previous evening than she actually did. While it was more than a little mortifying that
