I blushed furiously. I longed for his hand to stroke me there again, but I couldn’t say it—couldn’t do this. I admit I found him really attractive, but I’d always assumed that when it finally came time to find a wife—like real love—I’d find a female.
“No,” I said hoarsely. “This isn’t possible.”
“Hm,” he murmured back to me. “It seems it is.”
“I-I don’t think I want this.”
“Are you sure?” His mouth fastened on one of my nipples, and I arched up in shock at the sensation. It was like a string ran directly from my nipple to my cock, and I’d never felt anything like it before.
“I don’t. I really don’t!”
But my cock grew so hard it was painful—and embarrassing. I hated Tygerians. All except Larz and a few others, that is. How could I be reacting like this? I gave into my feelings and wrapped both of my legs around his and held onto him for dear live.
“You were saying?” he said as he caressed my ass with both hands. “Listen, you have to let go of me if you don’t want this.”
“I—oh, please…”
“Please what? Do you want me to stop?” The general bent to lick and nibble at me again, making me arch and cry out again. “Or not?”
“N-No! No, don’t stop. Please don’t do that.”
I never imagined I could be so wanton, so out of control that I’d allow a stranger to do this to me, to whisper dirty things in my ear and kiss along my jaw soothingly and sweetly as I was bucking my hips and straining against him.
“You needed this, didn’t you? You want it and you need it, and so do I. Tell me how much you want it.”
He was holding both of us in his big hand now, sliding us together, the feeling exquisite and thrilling. Shuddering, I turned my mouth blindly toward his, but he pulled back his head, denying me a place to hide. “Come on, sweetheart. Tell me.”
“I-I do need it. I want it,” I sobbed out the words, panting for breath. “So much…”
I felt as if I were melting inside, and I couldn’t get close enough to this Tygerian. Embarrassing sounds escaped me, but he seemed to like it. He kissed me hard then and made little shushing sounds against my lips, soothing me. A kind of blaze was building low in my belly and flaring upward all through me. He looked down at me with his beautiful eyes—they were glowing amber, surrounded by little flames of gold. Firelit eyes.
The general moved his hand firmly and rapidly up and down my shaft, teasing the head of with a rough thumb on every upstroke. I was trapped beneath him in an agony of passion. I wrapped a leg around his hips and got the leverage I needed to thrust harder against him. Nerve endings had ignited all over my body, and the explosion was imminent. I whimpered helplessly as I spilled my come into his hand. He groaned too and his blood-hot semen shot out onto my stomach.
He milked me gently through the little aftershocks that rocked my body again and again and then kissed the side of my hot face. Finally, he rolled away from me and scooped me up in his arms to pick me up and lay me down across the foot of his bed.
“Now, sweetheart,” he said, his voice soft. “That should hold you for the rest of the evening. Clean yourself up and then run along. I’ll see you later, but I need to go to bed now. Unless you want to stay and warm it for me?”
I sputtered in outrage and jumped to my feet, pulling my coat back on. I was suddenly furious at being “dismissed” like I was nothing.
“You should be so lucky! Damn you! I never want to see you again!” I jumped up and stalked toward the door. But first, I whirled around to face him.
“I still hate you.”
“Then maybe you shouldn’t break into my room anymore. You should have stayed at home with your own kind.”
“My ownkind? What does that mean?”
“Laltanans,” he practically spat out the word. “My people don’t think highly of them. They’re pretty enough…but all of them are thieving, murdering, child-stealing slavers.”
I glared at him, giving him what I believed to be my meanest, fiercest look. “For your information, there are four different populations on Laltana. Herkon, Athelonian, Farlian and Brytal, like me. And there’s only one kind of Tygerian, I think. Tell me, aren’t all of you Tygerians completely insufferable, or are you and your precious Prince Mikos just meaner than most?”
“Watch your sarcastic mouth.”
“Why should I? I’m not afraid of you, you know.”
“If you were smart, you would be!” He snarled back at me. The very air around us seemed to sizzle and was charged with sparks. It thickened and practically shimmered with menace. Something hot and almost palpable sprang up between us, and all the oxygen in the room seemed to leave in a rush. My breathing was coming faster and more unsteadily, and I saw his chest rising and falling rapidly too. I wanted to hit him. To mash his face in. How could anyone who looked like he did be anything other than a selfish, self-entitled, arrogantass? I knew exactly what he was and I hated the small, insignificant part of me that still wanted him to crush me in his arms and kiss me again until I passed out.
“If you don’t like it then do something about it,” I unwisely taunted him, sticking my face an inch or so away from his.
