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“I only wish to bandage your foot,” I lied. Krux, I wanted to do so much more.
She reached back and slapped my hand, which was still on her ass. “That’s not my foot!” Then she wiggled hard, pressing herself very deliberately against my cock. “Andthisis not required for bandaging anything.”
I hissed, and my hips bucked on their own accord. “Then stop moving, female! I have as much control over it as you do over the scent of your arousal.” The enticing aroma was now permeating the entire blanket fortress.
She made a small sound at me calling her out but did stop struggling. I turned her back around and took her right foot in my hands before peeling off the fabric sheath around it. The ankle was swollen and red, but thankfully it didn’t look broken. It would bruise but should heal quickly, even for a human, if we gave it the right support.
“I rolled it back on the ship. It’s not too bad. Honestly, I think it’s the boots. They’re a bit too big.”
I opened the first aid kit I’d found in the offices and took out the roll of white fabric.
“Give it here.” She reached for it. “I can do it.”
I snatched it back out of her reach and growled.
She threw her hands up in exasperation before crossing her arms across her chest. “Fine. You do it.”
“The nail is pink,” I said, holding her biggest toe between my fingers. There was some kind of coating on it. Was it intended to strengthen her strangely flat claws? It wasn’t doing a very good job, since it was already chipping, even though she hid her feet inside shoes.
I couldn’t wear footwear myself because of the claws on my toes. But I didn’t need the protection anyway. The skin on my feet was thick and durable, unlike hers which was soft and nice to touch. So very, very nice to touch.
“Yeah, well, just because it’s the bugpocalypse doesn’t mean I don’t want to look cute. I like painting my toes; it’s therapeutic. And I use my hands too much for polish to stay on my fingers.”
Look cute? Thepolishwas purely aesthetic?
“Who are you wanting to look cute for?” There was that angry feeling again, the one I got whenever I thought of her with any other male. “Is it for the male you work with? Lenny?”
She laughed, almost a cackle. “Lenny? No. I’m not trying to look cute for anyone but myself.” Her eyes narrowed for a split second before they grew round and she gasped. “Are you jealous? I thought you hated me! Because I wasbrainwashing your shuttle.”
“You were not brainwashing Pip,” I grudgingly admitted. “I no longer hate you.”
Her lips made a cute little O shape, and I was suddenly gripped with an overwhelming urge to taste them again as I had back on the shuttle.
So I did.
I covered her mouth with mine, claiming it. To my surprise, she accept me eagerly, her lips soft and ardent. Forcing her mouth open, I slid my tongue deep into her mouth, with a deeply possessive stroke. She gave me hers too, tasting me as if I was her favorite meal.
Our fortress filled with the scent of her lust as I devoured her mouth. Soon, her mouth wasn’t enough. The perfume filled me with a craving I’d never felt before, and I wanted to rut into her like a beast in heat. Her kisses were sweet and drove me insane, but I wanted to taste that lust at its source.
I dragged my fangs down the column of her neck as she let out a raspy breath. She was so small, so delicate, so prey-like. I was a predator, hardwired to hunt, and she called to my every instinct. But she was also infinitely precious. And another equally strong drive compelled me to keep her, hold her, cherish and protect her.
With my large body giving off so much heat, she’d removed her thick outerwear and was now in only a thin top and a pair of bottoms. I shoved her top up over the swell of her breasts and started to peel it off her body. She didn’t stop me but lifted her arms over her head to help me instead. Her eyes were filled with a wild need that matched my own.
To my surprise, I encountered another, more restrictive garment beneath her top. There was a complicated clasp at the back, and after several attempts to undo it, I gave up. Unsheathing one of my claws, I sliced the garment off her, and her breasts spilled out. Making sure the claw was safely sheathedagain, I cupped them in my palms and buried my face in the valley between them.
Her hands moved to my horns, and the second she touched them my cock sprang to life, eager to catch up with the rest of my body. Every scratch of her nails against my horns went straight to my crotch. My cock twitched and hurt, demanding to be freed from its leather confines.
Did Sam know the physical differences between her kind and mine? We were shaped differently than that of human males. She’d felt my cock before, but only through our clothes. Would she be disgusted? But I couldn’t let her run now. I’d just have to convince her that I was shaped for her pleasure.
I’d spread her thighs and feast upon her until she screamed for me. She’d be so out of her mind with pleasure that she wouldn’t care what shape I was so long as I was inside her. Yes, that was a good plan.
I struggled for control against the voice that demanded I throw her on the ground and take her right now and focused on her perky nipples instead. They’d pebbled up from being exposed to the cold air, so I sucked each of them in turn, giving them both the attention they deserved.
Suddenly frustrated by our upright position I moved, pushing her down onto the soft mats. She gasped as I gripped the top of her waistband and pulled, exposing the rest of her body to me. This was more like it.
She pressed her knees together, as if that would stop me from finding my treasure.
“Open your legs, female,” I growled, pulling them apart. “I’ve been dreaming of this since I caught sight of you bent over trying to fix my shuttle.”
