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I clicked my tongue, nuzzling against his ear as he wiggled. “No, no. Your body will stretch for me. You will see.”
The high, tight sound in his throat sounded very much like he was afraid. And intrigued.
I nibbled his earlobe. “But do not fret this night, my Wesley. When I fuck you, I would not have you injured or frightened. You will beg me first, with your words or with your body. But not now. Now, I want to see what your pretty little dick does when I touch it just so.”
I squeezed near the tip, and Wesley cried out, the sound swallowed by the empty ship around us. All around us was silence but the ragged sound of his breathing.
Finally, I let my eyes flutter shut and gave myself over to his pleasure. My hand stroked fast, his glans slick and swollen. My cock teased over his ass. I slipped my knee between his from behind, bent it up to lift his leg and spread him wide.
Then, I dragged my free hand down his thigh, prodding behind his tight ball sack. My precome had smeared between his cheeks. I dragged my finger through it. Circled his puckered opening.
With my fingertip, I pressed inside.
He groaned. Threw his head back against my shoulder, and he came. His dick jerked in my hand, pulsing with the searing spray of his seed. His whole body rolled and shook against my front, and with my finger still inside his clenching ass, I rocked against the small of his back.
I came from the friction of his skin, coating his arched spine in slick and come. Panting, I kissed his neck, licking the sweat from his skin.
Though my body felt heavy in the aftermath of pleasure, I could not risk all that wet drying on us, turning cold, making him sick.
I took one of the blankets and wiped his skin. That blanket, I tossed to the side. But I pulled others across us both, creating a cave that smelled of sweat and sex and the beautiful human man panting against my front.
“That felt—” Wesley shivered, the words dying on his lips.
I grinned, nuzzling his neck some more. I kept my hand cupped around his softening cock, holding it tight to his body where I could feel it, track its changes. Impulsively, he pushed into my hand.
“I know. I enjoyed that as well, my Wesley. And I felt your sweet pleasure, the peak of your orgasm, through my mark. I know that I pleased you greatly.”
His skin went warmer with his flush, but I was happy to let him swallow down any assurances that I had done well. I did not need them when he was still shaky and limp from his orgasm.
“I have never been with a human before,” I mumbled against the ridge of his shoulder. “Thank you for allowing me close.”
“Never? Isn’t that... kind of weird? Considering how you all, you know, need us.”
I buried my nose in his silky brown hair and shrugged. He did not need to know that hybrids were discouraged from mating humans. I did not wish him to doubt my intentions and the joy that sparked when I wrapped my arms around his slight form.
This was a man who would never doubt I could protect him. I would see him returned safely to Thorzan, and I would bloom under the light of his gratitude.
Because now, I had felt him, and to surrender him to the danger lurking on Zathkar was unthinkable.
CHAPTER9
WES
Iwoke, carefully wrapped in layer upon layer of blankets, but again, alone.
I didn’t feel colder than I had before, though, so that had to be good, right?
I shifted around in the blanket burrito until I found my discarded jeans, sliding them on and considering the night before. It had been hot as fuck, which was pretty unusual for sleeping with a hot, well-built guy.
The scant few hot guys I’d slept with back in college had always been the worst in bed. They’d spent their sex lives skating by on their looks, getting people to give them what they wanted without regard to returning the favor. And there was Jax, the hottest of them all, not only caring how I felt, but... feeling it. Through his mark, he’d said. He felt me getting off.
Was that good, or weird? Was it like mind reading? And frankly, if it was, did I care?
I’d never been a real secretive guy, and keeping secrets from Jax, given our situation, felt like the worst idea ever. Maybe I was a smart guy like I thought, but in this case, the best use of that was that I understood that Jax knew way more than I did about our situation. About how to survive.
Letting Jax do his thing, take care of us, was the way to go.
Sure, him calling me small and delicate stung in one way—the way where I had been a full-grown adult for years, taking care of myself in every way. The way where I’d been taught that being bigger and stronger and more manly was the “right” way to be. In another, it was... weirdly nice.
