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“Lucca.”
The unmovable tightness took on the shape of Caligher’s arms, legs, and tail. He had her in a firm embrace.
“Too tight,” she wheezed.
With a low grunt, his hold eased. He said something that vaguely sounded like, “Sorry.”
She didn’t have her translator in her ear because—memories crept back—he’d swallowed it whole. And last night while she’d been fully awake, she’d discovered that she could understand his words, mostly. For the months she’d worn the device, her mind must have been learning the language, practicing it unintentionally.
But she was groggy and overstimulated, and her brain wasn’t ready to make that leap today.
“Caligher,” she said.
“Mmh?” His voice was a rich, deep reverberation from his chest. It vibrated against her spine, sending tingles of awareness over her. More than ever, she felt how inflexible he was. Perhaps it was the layer of sweat making her feel tight and almost choked. Perhaps it was the abrasive scrape of his carapace plates against her naked skin.
Despite all that, there was a spot she could almost get comfortable, right against the very center of him.
“I need that new translator,” she said.
He replied in his own language, sending a spike of frustration through her. “It’s too early for me to do this, Cal. My brain’s not awake.”
More of those melodious words.
Then his hand flattened on her stomach, crawling down, and her body heated with heightened awareness. The question he rumbled wasn’t clear to her, but his fingers settled over her tender folds, and there was no misunderstanding that.
Caligher began to work his fingers into her. She was sore from last night. Sore all over. But it was a delicious kind of soreness and something about this situation—the notion of being captured by a strong alien who couldn’t understand her, who simply wanted her body—sent a compelling spike of excitement through her blood.
He continued speaking as he slowly brought her into a fever pitch, one arm locked around her collarbone, fingers gripping into the meat of her shoulder, while his other hand worked her g-spot without mercy. He’d discovered the way it made her squeak and squirm and roll her eyes back. The entire area between her thighs grew slick, slicking his hand, the bed, as he growled his own pleasure.
Some of his words—every one out of ten, then every four out of ten—started to translate as she sank into the rhythm. But that fine edge between familiar and strange was too fine an edge. It was a knife. And it made her feel a strange, fleeting sense of fear that constantly washed through the stifling pleasure.
Until she was climaxing beyond reason.
The thick darkness of the cabin absorbed her cries. Her voice rang higher as he continued tormenting her. He wasn’t stopping. She jerked as his fingers sent another jolt of sensation through her, edging into too much.
“Again,” he demanded softly, pressing his lips into her ear.
“Stop! You have to stop!” she cried, prying at his big arm, feeling the tendons of his working fingers. At her words, Caligher went still, slipping his fingers out and pressing a kiss to her sensitive shoulder. She exhaled a sigh of relief as he went back to simply spooning her.
“I need that translator,” she said breathlessly. At his grunt, she framed it clumsily in his language. “I need the translator.”
“You understand me,” he replied.
She wanted to say, “Only sometimes, and this is stressful.” But she couldn’t figure out how to structure the sentence. The best she could manage was another, “Give me the translator.”
He propped himself over her, looking down. His fins flickered gently, making his beautiful face glow and fade out in intervals of darkness. It was a shock to be wrapped up with him in her warm and private cocoon.
“I’ve heard your human voice in nightmares.”
Her brows furrowed. He had nightmares about her? “That’s… disturbing,” she said in English.
“I find it distressing but it incites something in me I don’t understand.” His eyes were warm with simple honesty. Something hot and hard slicked against her thigh. She shifted against it, realizing it was his arousal. His eyes narrowed. “Your human traits and human language terrify me—yet I can’t stop.”
He pressed her wrists down into the mattress and pressed a kiss to her jaw. To her throat, urging her to tilt her chin and offer the rest.
“Maybe you’re trying to work out your problems with humans through me,” she said as he kissed her neck, wondering if he understood any of that. His tail snapped left and right, and she could feel the pull of it on his weight. He began to kiss down her body, between her breasts, waking her nerve endings up. She drew a deep breath.
He released her wrists only to shoulder her thighs apart. The room went completely dark, and his breath collected like hot mist on her pussy. “Caligher,” she breathed. “What are you doing?”
