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I laugh. “Okay, you have a point there.”
It’s still too early in the day to take her to any of the nearby clubs for dancing. All we have left is shopping, shopping, and more shopping. She squeezes my arm and says, “I want you to take me to one of these hourly hotels.”
My heart jumps into my throat, my chest seizing. “Wait, what?” We stop walking, and I peer down at her. I must’ve heard her wrong. Because I could have sworn she just asked me to take her to a love hotel. Some of the hotels here are just as luxurious as the ones you’d get on Mercadia. Then there are the hourly hotels, also known as love hotels. They’re for hooking up, and don’t have any other function.
“You heard me,” she says, staring up at me with those gorgeous eyes of hers. She kept her natural eye color with this Weave. No one will recognize her because of them because they’re usually violet. But I do. Those eyes that seem to sparkle, radiating warmth and love as she looks into my soul.
“Okay,” I rasp.
We walk in silence all the way to the lobby of the nicest love hotel we can find. The interior is stark white, with sleek tables and chairs adorning the main lobby. A Terran woman in her mid-twenties wearing a glittering bikini top and a loose-fitting white skirt greets us almost immediately.
“Hi! Welcome to Hades’ Dream,” she says smoothly, and beckons us closer. “How many hours will you two be staying with us?”
I glance down at Emily, and she shrugs.
“Put us down for two,” I say. Two is generous enough, right? I don’t want to make it seem like I’m rushing her, but to be honest … no amount of time with Emily would ever be enough. I could laze around in bed with her for a solid month without interruptions, and it still wouldn’t be enough. Not even close.
“Two is fine,” she reassures me, and squeezes my arm.
“Great!” the woman says, then taps away on her terminal. It’s opaque on our side, so we can’t see any sensitive details. “I just need you to sign in here and place your credit number on this line and you’ll be all set.”
Emily steps forward to sign, and I’m about to tell her not to. She can’t use her stage name—or even her real name—here. What if someone figures it out? It’s too risky. In fact, we shouldn’t be doing this at all, as much as I want to. Oh, god, do I want to.
My heart thunders in my chest as the woman hands us a small platinum chip. Our room key. She wishes us a pleasant day, and before I know it, Emily is leading me down the sleek white hallway of Hades’ Dream. It’s all a blur as doubts, worries, and fears jostle around in my skull.
When the door slides open left to right, Emily takes both of my hands and leads me into the room. It smells like vanilla and jasmine in here. My cock gives a firm twitch at the scent. The room itself looks like any other hotel room: a large white bed against one wall, a terminal fixed on the other, and a couple of round gray nightstands. Nothing about the room screams love hotel or illicit affairs. It’s just … normal. Bland, even.
“Lie back on the bed,” Emily orders me, and I don’t waste any time obeying. I climb onto the bed and roll onto my back, propping myself up on my forearms as I watch her fiddle with the interface attached to the wall. The lights dim, and soft, ambient music pipes into the room. “Is the scent okay? Because it says we can change it if we want.”
My cock pulses in my jeans again. “No, the scent is perfect. Unless you don’t like it.”
She glances over her shoulder and smiles at me. “I love it. Now, lose the pants. Please.”
I unbuckle my jeans, then unzip them carefully and slide them down over my hips, exposing the deep V of my hipbones. She unzips her hoodie and tosses it into the chair beside the dresser, then pulls her shirt up and over her head, exposing her lean torso and black lace bra. Drawing in a sharp breath, I toss my jeans onto the floor. My cock all but cuts a hole through my black boxer briefs, and the indentation of my knot is clearly visible.
Suddenly, I’m self-conscious. My mind flits back to that night spent with the groupie. The way she overreacted when my knot made its appearance. The way she fetishized me.
Emily unzips her jeans and nudges them across the floor to join mine in a pile, giving me a perfect view of her long, lean legs. They’re starting to develop some good muscle tone thanks to our gym workouts. She turns around briefly, giving me a nice view of her matching black lace thong. I swallow the lump in my throat, staring at her through hooded lids.
“Come here,” I murmur, my voice raspy and soft. Emily climbs onto the bed and crawls over to me on her hands and knees. Then she leans down to press her lips against mine in a fierce, passionate kiss.
Our tongues mingle as she deepens the kiss, and I run my hands across her arms, shoulders, and sides. I can barely stand this anymore. I need to be inside of her, and I need to be inside of her now, before I lose my damned mind. We break the kiss, and she moves her mouth to my neck. Oh, god. Her lips on my neck have to be on my top ten best sensations ever list.
“Em…” I rasp, trailing my fingernails across her smooth, soft skin. “D-Do you know what to expect?”
She pulls her head back up so I can look into her eyes once more and chuckles. “Um, yes? We’re going to have sex, right? I mean, I thought I’d blow you first, if you’re okay with that.”
My throat bobs. So cute. She is so, so cute. “No, sweetheart. I mean … have you ever had sex with a Terran male before?”
There’s a beat of silence before she shakes her head slowly. “No, why?”
Oh, fuck. I brush my lips across her nose, then say, “Do you know anything about our, uh, anatomy?”
Another pause, and then she mumbles, “Not really. But I figured you were just like Humans. I mean, you look practically Human enough except for a few things. Like the ears, your height, your graceful facial features … am I missing anything else?”
I nod slowly. “Oh. Oh, yeah. You’re … you’re missing quite a bit. Here, come sit next to me for a sec.”
She lets out a soft growl of agitation. I know how much Emily hates being told what to do, especially when she’s focused on getting something she wants, but this is too important to miss. She puts her hands in her lap as she stares at me, no doubt frustrated with the blood rushing from her cunt back into her head. I would be, too, if I were in her position.
