“What?”
He looks confused by my train of thought, and frankly, I don’t blame him. I’m a little bit of a mess today. And the heat isn’t helping. Being naked next to the huge Draegon my body wants him and my brain starting to isn’t helping either.
But man, I saw what he’s packing in his pants and that was enough to get me excited for probably the rest of my day and life. Which might be quite short considering what exactly we’re doing here.
“Yeah, it’s not fair when men have sex with me and get off and then they don’t do anything for me. I usually have to finish myself after they leave.”
“Where are these men?” he says, anger clear in his voice, his eyes narrowing to slits of fury. “What are their names? Are they on Earth? Did they live near where you lived? I would like to speak to them about this.”
The way he says speak tells me that he doesn’t mean any kind of conversation that finishes with them alive.
For some reason, the idea of Zan raging bloody havoc on my former sexual partners makes me burst out laughing.
“No, stop,” I say, unable to contain myself.
The change in him is practically instantaneous. After I laugh, he goes from looking like he’s about to commit horrible atrocities on behalf of my clit to smiling right alongside me.
“I meant I never wanted to be a partner in bed,” I say, pointing to the mattress needlessly, “who leaves the other person unsatisfied.”
“Why do you think I was not satisfied with you?” he says, going still. “I was greatly satisfied. I’ve never had a better satisfaction.”
“Okay,” I say, slowly dragging out the word, trying to think it through. “Maybe the word ‘satisfied’ isn’t translating correctly. I meant I want to make you come too. It’s only fair.”
He arches an eyebrow. “Well, far be it for me to stop you,” he says, leaning back, putting both hands behind his head. “If you’re so concerned about being unfair to me, be my guest. Do as you will with me.”
“Oh, well if you’re not going to beg, then I’m not interested.”
“Take my cock and that pretty pink little mouth and do with it what you will,” he growls.
His hand moves so quickly I don’t even see it until it’s at the base of my neck. He pushes me down slightly, and a thrillof excitement goes through me because damn, I like this side of him.
“That’s not begging,” I grind out, trying to resist the urge to do exactly as he says. I’m wet just thinking about it. In fact, I don’t think I ever wasn’t wet. I’m pretty sure I’ve been wet the entire time I’ve been on this planet.
So maybe I should stop thinking about how wet I am, because it just makes the whole situation worse.
“Take my cock in your mouth like a good little female,” he grinds out, pausing between each word. “Please.”
I’m horny enough that his “please” is doing enough work for me that all I can do is grin up at him before I smooth my hands down his thighs and take in the thing that’s been erect between us for the last week or so.
Unlike me, he’s hairless, and while he didn’t have any complaints last night about the small amount of hair I prefer to keep on my body, I’m suddenly self-conscious after the realization that he is so different from me. What if he thought I was gross? What if that’s why he didn’t want me to reciprocate until I brought it up this morning?
The thought hadn’t even occurred to me until now that he might find me disgusting compared to his species, because as annoyed as I’ve been with him, I never once found him disgusting. I think he’s fascinating. I like how different he looks from me.
I pull his pants down further, and the massive ridge of his cock finally bobs free.
“Holy shit.”
“Hallowed poop?” Zan repeats, clearly flummoxed.
“What’s wrong?” he says, leaning forward, putting one index finger under my chin to force me to look up at him. “You do not have to do this if you do not want to. I do know that I commanded you around, but it is only because the scent of yourdesire increases when I boss you. Please know that I would never ask you to do this if I did not think that you wanted to.”
“You don’t have any hair.”
“It displeases you,” he says quickly. “I understand why—I’ve never seen a female with hair between their legs like you have, but now that I have, I’m obsessed with it. It holds your smell in such a way that is intoxicating and addictive, and I understand that it might disgust you that I am?—”
“What?” I say, staring at him, completely confused.
Beneath me, his cock has begun that strange movement, brushing against my chest as I stare up at him, perplexed, trying to focus on what he’s saying and not the huge alien appendage that’s practically waving itself back and forth against my chest. Distracting, to say the least.
