I reach out both hands and rake my nails down his chest. A sexy growl escapes from his throat and his thrusting becomes more forceful. When that happens, the ridges at the base of his cock collide with my clit, provoking sparks of pleasure. I scratch him again and again, barely aware that the tiny pinch of pain is pushing him right over the edge.
Something about seeing his bulky form hovering above me and his wings peeking out of either side of his shoulders flips all the right switches for me. His eyes are darkened with lust and his expression communicates the erotic bliss coursing through his body in his slightly parted lips. I move sensuously against him even as my nails dig deeper into his flesh. His normally crimson skin is now slightly darker, and I can tell he’s hanging on by a thread.
I run both hands down and cup his balls. The slight nod I get from him is enough for me to understand. When I’m about to explode again, I gently squeeze him in both my hands. He stills against my body as I convulse into a blinding orgasm. He erupts inside me as we continue to stare into each other eyes. I’ve never done that before, looked into another being’s eyes as we shared a peak sexual experience.
“That was amazing.” I don’t know exactly why, but after getting the best sex of my life, I feel like I should say something. Unfortunately, those three words are the best I can manage at the moment. “I can’t believe you use your tail.”
He laughs. “It’s not a tail. It’s a caudal. Animals have tails. I have a caudal.”
Rolling over, I look up at him. He looks relaxed and sated. Something stirs in my chest when I realize that I put that look on his handsome face. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to be offensive.”
“You didn’t offend me. It’s a common mistake.”
Walking two fingers up his chest, my imaginary person stumbles over his bulging muscles, making him laugh again. “I really like your caudal. He’s a talented fellow.”
I can tell I’ve shocked him again. “I guess it isn’t polite to talk about a lover’s caudal, right?”
Though he’s still smiling, his expression turns serious. “Complimenting a Drakon male’s caudal is considered the strongest mating gesture a female can make publicly.”
Tracing my finger along his square jawline, I murmur, “What kinds of compliments are allowed in private?”
“What kind are you interested in making?”
“It’s not polite to answer a question with another question.”
“Don’t change the subject.”
“I’d want you to know that thing you do with your breath is amazing.”
“My mating heat is meant to prepare your body for mating.”
“Well it works like a charm. The moment you do that, I can’t think of anything but mating with you.”
“It must be more potent on humans than on Drakon females.”
“You also have a nice cock.”
“Do I now?”
“Yep, and you’re not shy about using it.”
“Human females get all the best cock.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes. They are desired for mates and mistresses the verse over.”
“Then why aren’t you keeping me? You and I are really good together.”
“Do you always talk this much after sex?” His voice is light and teasing but there is something heavy and dark underneath.
“Not really. I just wanted you to know that I really like you and would love the opportunity to get to know you better.”
All the playfulness evaporates from his voice in an instant. “Let us sleep and talk about this tomorrow.”
“Whatever you say, big guy.”
Well that cleared things right up. I’m good enough for a marathon sex session but not good enough to keep. Maybe the money is just too good. Then again maybe he’d be doing this same exact thing with a seducer on Pralor Six if he didn’t conveniently have me sitting in his hold. A dark thought flows into my mind. There is every chance in the world that he was simply using what he had on hand to save paying the exorbitant prices that pleasure planets like Pralor Six charge for a night or two of debauchery. Considering his post coital attitude, that sounds about right.
Instead of drawing back, I find myself burrowing down closer to the big warrior. Regardless of how unattached he is, I opened up and allowed myself to care for him for a brief moment. Since this is the only night I’ll ever have with him, I decide to just relax and enjoy the next couple of hours. After that, all bets are off. I’ll get the hell off this ship one way or another.
8
Tarion
My dreams are filled with images of Carissa’s beautiful face. She’s innocently seducing me without even meaning to and I find that too charming for words. Taking her from her cell, I’d been thinking of keeping her in my bed for a bit and then selling her on. Imagine my surprise when I discovered that she has more stamina and want than even a Drakon female. That the tiny, delicate brooder can sate the needs of a Prime is as shocking and unexpected as it is delightful. She’s worth the wealth of worlds to me because she spoke of her want for me and asked to stay at my side.
Forcing my eyes open, I stare dreamily at the ceiling. How many times have I laid in this very spot counting the seams and rivets as I daydreamed about my perfect female? It had been too many times to count. Even now, I enjoy the taste of her body on my tongue. The scent of our shared sex still permeates the room. My caudal is twitching with interest and body is warming to the idea of having another short round of sex before we start our day.
Reaching over, I find the bed empty. I sit up with
