T’saran cast an almost embarrassed glance in her direction.
“She has not accepted my claim.”
Had he asked her? She distinctly remembered him saying he had no right to make the claim, but he had seemed to indicate that he wanted to do just that. The thought of a bond with him created a surprising yearning in her heart, even though she knew there was no future for them. She would be returning to Earth—to her pathetic existence—and he was going off to do warrior things. Would he even remember her if the Yehrin actually returned?
T’saran and S’kran continued to argue while she rather gloomily considered the possibilities. To no one’s surprise, T’saran won the argument and escorted her back to his cabin.
After a rather silent dinner—where she noted that he gave her only the items she had enjoyed the night before—he stowed the table, then lifted her gently into his arms.
“You have been very silent, my lady.”
“As have you, my monster.”
“I do not wish to be parted from you,” he said immediately, surprising her with his directness. A lump formed in her throat.
“I’m going to miss you, too.” Fighting her natural urge to avoid a painful subject, she took a deep breath. “Will I see you again? If the Yehrin return.”
“The Yehrin will return and you will most definitely see me again. I will miss you every day that we are apart.”
A tear escaped down her cheek and he leaned forward and kissed it gently before directing his attention to her mouth. He kissed her long and slowly, and she could feel the same sorrow in her heart in his kiss. But despite the underlying sadness, her body responded to his touch and she could feel his cock hardening beneath her.
“Will you allow me to bring you pleasure again tonight?”
“I would like that very much.”
As soon as she finished speaking, he stripped away the mutashi top and cupped her breast in one big warm hand.
“That is much better,” he said, so obviously satisfied that she didn’t feel embarrassed to be half-naked in his arms.
“You could remove your top as well,” she suggested shyly.
His fingers immediately went to his shoulder and the uniform fell away. She put a hand on his chest. Despite the hard muscles, his skin was warm and smooth, lightly dusted with dark hair. Feeling brave, she trailed her hand down his stomach, but he caught it as she approached his waistband.
“You are tempting my control, L’ren.”
The fact that he responded so quickly to her touch was tremendously empowering and she gave him what she hoped was a sultry smile.
“Good. Can I touch you?”
“I could wish for nothing more, but…”
Her heart sank at his hesitation and she suddenly felt exposed. He must have read her expression because he kissed her gently.
“I do not believe you are ready to mate. It is best that I concentrate on pleasuring you.”
“But what about you?”
“I find great satisfaction in your pleasure,” he said so sincerely that she couldn’t help but believe him. “May I have the privilege of tasting you tonight?”
“Tasting? You mean…” She made a helpless gesture, sure that her cheeks were on fire. Another thing she had never experienced.
“I mean I wish to taste your delicious cunt,” he said bluntly, and her nipples tightened. He smiled in satisfaction. “I see that you approve.”
Before she could decide if she wanted to protest, he kissed her again, not sweetly this time, but with a passion that swept her along with him. His hands roamed her breasts, tugging gently at the taut peaks, before he slipped his hand under her borrowed pants and parted her folds, grunting in satisfaction at her slickness.
“Perfect.”
He kissed down her neck, that rough tongue thrilling against her skin and she shivered with anticipation at how it would feel between her legs. Pausing only briefly to tease her breasts, he parted her legs, spreading them wide and high. She started to protest the exposure, but then she realized he had to do so in order to make room for his horns. The impossible reality of a horned alien between her legs had her hesitating, but then he took the first long lick and her fears disappeared. Her hands went instinctively to the base of his horns and he groaned his approval.
He lapped at her urgently, setting her nerve endings on fire, then thrust his tongue deep inside her channel in one sudden move. The hot, wet intrusion had her hands tightening on his horns, and then he found a place inside her that had her whole body arching upwards.
“Oh, god. T’saran!”
Still working the sensitive spot with his tongue, he brought a finger to her clit and began circling the swollen nub, the combined sensations bringing her to a rapid climax as her vision sheeted white and her body convulsed. He growled against her clit and the vibrations sent her into a second series of spasms.
When her eyes finally fluttered open, he was smiling at her, pointed teeth gleaming.
“That was as delightful as I anticipated. Thank you, my lady.”
“I think I should be thanking you. But what about you?”
He rose to his feet and cast a rueful glance at his groin. She realized that he, too, was naked, and his thighs were smeared with blue fluid. It took her a second to realize that he had also come.
“Your semen is blue?”
He tilted his head. “Yes. Yehrin seed is always blue. What color is human seed?”
“It’s white.”
“Does this bother you?”
“No, not at all.” Driven by an impulse she didn’t quite understand, she ran a finger across his thigh and brought the sample to her mouth. She touched it lightly with her tongue, and found it had a delicious salty sweetness. She popped her finger in her mouth and
