Menace shakes his head, picks me up, and lays me back on the bed. “Let me serve you, Sefi. I won’t take you like an anaja. I just want to make you feel good for a change.”
Just looking at the brute leaning over me, muscles bulging like the crotch of his pants, all tense with the need for me, has me wet and ready. But I’m not sure I’m prepared to handle a monster of his dimensions. I’ve only ever been touched by humans and Solcrue.
“Just say no,” he adds.
But I can’t. I don’t want to. I just don’t know what he’s thinking.
“Okay, then—” Menace leans over and kisses my neck as he unbuckles my belt and relieves me of my weapons.
“We don’t have a lot of time,” I gasp. I want him, I’m falling for him, and I don’t want him to stop. But I also don’t want to be discovered with my pants down. It’s never ended well. “We should be landing soon.”
“I just want a quick taste and a chance to prove I’m not 100 percent my name. I was someone else once.”
A taste?
Menace’s hands roam my body, then work my pants lower. He trails kisses down my stomach and almost reaches my pussy when a jolting lurch rattles the room.
Menace ignores it to root his nose inside my pants and force his tongue between my folds like he can’t wait.
Need floods my aching core. I want him. I want a memory of his body to push back the others.
“Menace, are you good?” Fracture asks.
I reach for my pants to pull them back up so we can get on with the mission, but Menace shoves my hands aside with a playful glower.
“Give me a minute,” he growls, his breath warming my belly.
“Sefina?” Sythius calls to me.
Menace sways and rumbles, “She’s fine!”
I cover my mouth to stifle the urge to laugh in embarrassment. I’m not winning this battle. They think we’re fighting, and it’s just the opposite.
Menace guides my pants down to my boots, drags my hips to the edge of the bed, lowers my feet to the floor, and spreads my knees.
I shake my head, not wanting to give away what’s going on. Menace gives me a dark look of satisfaction, proving he’s in control, and then nibbles each of my folds. After a deep inhale as he nuzzles my clit, he glides his tongue through my delicate flesh, moving deeper until he’s in position.
Menace plunges his tongue deep inside me.
The euphoric rush makes me arch. His tongue is thick and hot and strong as it flexes, swirls, and licks. Menace suckles my clit then continues his pulsing magic, thrusting his tongue into me and me to the edge of a powerful climax.
I clench around him from the quickly building high. His chuckle of devilish delight rumbles through my pussy into my body and thrusts me into a shimmering field of light and bliss.
Menace clutches me so tightly over his face I fear he’ll suffocate himself.
I tense in quivering waves and hopelessly buck over his tongue as he penetrates me to the max. I wish this moment didn’t have to end.
As I descend, he doesn’t get up and walk away like everyone else who has ever touched me. No, he glides his soft tongue out of me and up my folds, cleaning me, until there’s nothing left. After a final sweep of his tongue over my clit, leaving me with one last feverish, inundating wave of desire, he closes my knees and slides my pants back up to my hips.
He gets to his feet, rubs a hand over his mouth, and moans a deep note of satiation. Menace offers me the other hand and helps me lift myself.
I stand to jump back into the hips of my tactical pants. After putting on my gear belt, I notice his erection hasn’t eased and reach for him. “You need release probably more than me.”
Menace jerks away from me. “We don’t have time for that kind of mess. We need the cloak up.”
I watch, dumbfounded, as he grabs his gear and walks to the door. “Come on, Sefi. There’s work to do.”
What the fuck, Menace?
As much as I thought he was frustrating before, watching him push away his needs for mine is somehow worse. He’s got to be doing it because of some self-deprecating need buried deep in his core.
I’m going to take him later.As much as I like the attention, I want to know what Menace looks like when he feels good. He deserves it.
