Page 50 of The Pleasure Contract

She’s incredible.

I, on the other horn – professional athlete that I am – am panting for my life.

“You-” I swallow, trying to calm my breathing. “You-”

“I just sucked your cock,” Lois supplies, getting up and sitting back in her seat beside me.

I nod my head enthusiastically.

“And it’s a good job DJ is powered down to conserve energy. I wouldn’t have wanted her to witness her mom doing that kind of- whoa!” she exclaims, freezing as she looks down at my thighs.

Or rather, the leather of the seat beside my thighs. The very ruined leather of the seat beside my thighs.

“You ripped it?! Az, that’s like… really thick leather. How the fuck did-”

I can’t take it any longer. As she reaches over to touch the damage my death-grip had on the cruiser’s upholstery, I grab her face and drag her to my lips.

* * *

When we finally fall through the doors to my apartment, I cannot keep my hands off of her. In truth, I would have carried on kissing her all the way from the cruiser to my door, but I know Lois doesn’t want to give building security or anyone else anything to gossip about. And in all honesty? I don’t know how that would’ve gone down. Society seems to have accepted Kiahn and Niska back home, but that’s because they started out with a bride contract – everything above board. And even now, it’s clear Kiahn’s bonding venom hasn’t affected Niska’s mind negatively – even if I do think she’s insane to put up with his grumpy ass.

But Lois and I? That’s a whole different setup that I don’t want to think about right now while her little human tongue is brushing the tips of my fangs.

Because of our height difference, I have to bend for our lips to meet, so as I’m walking her backward into my apartment, I lift her into my arms while I straighten. Lois’ legs wrap instantly around my middle – a move that makes me groan into our kiss.

This female will be the absolute death of me.

And I will welcome Nex with open arms, thanking her profusely for the way she chose for me to go.

I walk Lois to the dining table, all the while our mouths never part. Her touch is everywhere – my arms, my shoulders, my hair, my horns – and I find myself impatiently shoving a dining chair out of our way in an effort to lay her out like the feast she is.

The chair clatters loudly to the ground.

Lois gasps and pulls away, looking over to the discarded piece of furniture, leaving me free to dangerously mouth at her neck.

“I think you broke it,” she pants. “Az, I think the carved bit of the backrest came clean off.”

“If you think I’m worried about literally anything else when I have you like this, then I don’t think you know me very well, little Lois,” I murmur into her throat.

She shakes her head at me and giggles as her hand plays with the hair at the nape of my neck. “That piece of furniture looks expensive, though, just like the leather in that cruiser,” she protests weakly, smiling into the tender kisses she’s now gifting me.

“Lois,” I say, trying to pull away to speak but unable to stop myself from going back for more. “I will gladly trash every bit of furniture I own for a taste of this sweet cunt,” I tell her, cupping her over her skirts. She grips my wrist but doesn’t push me away; the look in her eyes so deliciously hungry, I can’t help but take it further. “What do you want to break first?” I ask her, one brow raised, “this table or my bed?”

“You didn’t have to answer my call if you were in the middle of something, brother.”

Wait…

That was my brother’s voice…

In somewhat of a daze, I turn my face to the side to see the huge projected image of Zann’s face hovering beside us.

“Oh, shit!” Lois squeaks, pushing me off of her.

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Lois

Shit! I must have inadvertently answered Zann’s video call from Az’s wrist-comm.