“Oh,fuck,” I curse, bracing myself against the previously transparent walls.
Fuck, this is dirty.
Fuck.
“It what makes you so irresistible,” he drawls, slipping one finger inside while his thumb rubs relentless circles around my clit, working me up fast to an orgasm—too fast, too fucking fast. “Even now…gods, I shouldn’t be doing this. But I want to give you everything you ask for.”
He keeps me right there—braced against the frosted glass, panting, shaking—while his fingers keep up that slick, ruthlessrhythm. His tendrils slither beneath my collar, flicking at my nipples. I didn’t wear a bra. I had a plan coming here.
I had a plan, and it’s not panning out exactly like I expected…but god, it’s so much better.
“You don’t play fair,” I gasp.
“I never said I did.”
I cry out as he slips another finger inside me, but he doesn’t tell me to hush. He doesn’t even remotely try to shut me up. No…he wants me loud.
He wants people to know about me.
About us.
“So wet for me, Walker,” he growls in my ear. “Still want me to…what was it?Destroy your pussy?”
“God, yes?—”
He pulls his fingers out of me when I’m right at the brink, and I’m about ready to tell him to go fuck himself when he turns us both around around so I’m facing his desk. One hand grips my hip; the other slides up my back to push me forward, my fingers splayed out on the desk. I rock my hips back toward him as I hear him deftly undo his pants, as Ifeelhis cock fall out and rest on my ass.
I’m still fully dressed other than this…other than his cock, now dragging up my seam, now catching at my entrance?—
“Please,” I whisper.
That’s all it takes.
He thrusts inside me to the hilt, hitting right on that spot that feels just perfect…and fuck it, I come. Of course I do. I’m still having some weird reactions to him, and I just…
“Yes!” I cry out. “Fuck…fuck me…fuck me, please,please?—”
He sets a punishing rhythm right away, his hips slapping against mine,destroying my pussyjust like I asked. I keep coming, clawing at his desk, stretching out to grip the other side of it and hanging on for dear life. He leans over me, hand fistingin my curls to tug my head back, his mouth dragging over the exposed line of my throat. His voice is guttural in my ear. “You feelso good…feel like…feel likemine…”
Somewhere in my stupid, orgasm-drunk brain, it suddenly occurs to me that he’s an alien. That Thalara warned me the Nyeri’i have stronger pheromones. Different mating practices. That I just agreed to go public about us, that I accepted that he doesn’t do casual, whatever the hell that means?—
“Yours,” I gasp, the word popping out in what feels like a total accident. “Give it to me?—”
“Give you whatever you want…”
“Yes, fuck yes…”
His rhythm stutters.
Just for a beat.
Then he snarls, more alien than he’s ever been, and fucks into me like the wordminewas a trigger. Like I said some hidden command I didn’t know existed. His tendrils lash over my shoulders, holding me in place, pulsing andpossessive, and I feel it in mybones?—
I feel him losing control.
I feelmyselfgiving in to it, letting it happen,wantingit to happen.
“That’s it,” he growls, fangs grazing my shoulder. “Say it again.”
