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His brow lifted, and a smile lifted one edge of his lips. “Yes. I enjoy the idea of you stretched over my lap, your pert ass wriggling as I turn it red. From what I’ve witnessed tonight, I’m sure you’d love it.”
She wanted to protest. However, his fingers continued to stroke her sensitized flesh, confusing her senses. She knew of those who thrilled at erotic spankings, giving and receiving. She’d never allowed herself to consider such an activity for herself, however. Certainly not from the receiving end.
He thrust continuously, rendering the idea of his heavy hand smacking her ass exciting. His thumb slid along the sides of her clit as he did so, and she couldn’t keep from twitching in an effort for better contact. She was so close, close enough that the threat of a spanking was more goad than barrier to claiming pleasure. A slight spasm signaled how on the brink she was.
Hadlez pulled free. Blythe whimpered and pulled her legs wider apart, her hips tilting upward in supplication.
“No, little girl. My pace. Stay very still now.”
How could she? His every touch burned her to the core. She was desperate despite earlier climaxes for another. His fingers pushed deep, stroking the exact spot where she lived, bringing her to the edge.
Then they were gone, and she wailed. She ached. She damned near hurt from yearning. She couldn’t take this teasing—
A thickness invaded her, cutting her thoughts off cleanly. It wasn’t his fingers, and it wasn’t either of his cocks. She could see them, hovering thick and enticing over her as his hand pressed something else in her, something almost as thick as his secondary. Moving it in her, rubbing the electric place within. What…?
A hum filled her ears, and delicious vibrations melted her. At the same instant, he pinched her clit. “Now you may come.”
Ecstasy swarmed through her, excruciating pulses of rending power. She fell in a heaving abyss, shattering in its depths as heat billowed and surged. She fought emerging from its enthralling tides.
At last, the luscious undoing quieted, leaving her splayed beneath Hadlez. She had no memory of releasing her knees, but she had. She gasped in the aftermath, warmth buzzing through her pussy.
Fuck. He’d used the sensitizing spray on her, and she was still aroused. Climax hadn’t cured the gnawing yearning. It had only lessened it momentarily.
“Beautiful,” Hadlez sighed. He bent over her and kissed her thoroughly, his tongue plunging as ardently as the vibrator he’d used.
Blythe responded, clutching his broad shoulders, rubbing her breasts on his chest, her mound on the slick erections between them. His weight on her was enthralling. She had to have him in her. Nothing else would calm her hunger.
Hadlez kissed his way from her lips to her chin, then along her jawline. He nipped her earlobe playfully before nuzzling the side of her neck.
He bit. Sharp jabs of pain made Blythe gasp, but the hurt ebbed almost at once. It took her another second to realize what was happening.
Kalquorians had hinged fangs, which usually stayed folded to the roofs of their mouths. Blythe had felt the hardness of Hadlez’s, Deram’s, and Selt’s when kissing them. Hollow, they injected a type of venom. Their saliva had an agent that anesthetized the small wounds they dealt, which was why Blythe wasn’t screaming in agony at the moment.
The “venom” operated as an intoxicating aphrodisiac on humans. It rendered the bitten highly aroused and eager to couple…as if Blythe weren’t already stirred to a near-fever pitch, thanks to the spray.
Her inquisitive reporter mind was curious as to what would happen next, but the idea of experiencing greater, perhaps uncontrollable lust had her shoving Hadlez’s shoulders. “Don’t!” she wailed when she couldn’t dislodge him.
Deram appeared, hovering over them. “Do you wish to saysholt, Blythe? He’ll stop everything if you do.”
All of it? No, he couldn’t stop when she was so desperate. She just didn’t want to be needier. Arousal was already driving her crazy.
She struggled to figure out what to do. As she did, a glowing feeling stole over her. An ungentle joy to be with these men, to have Hadlez on top of her, ready to fuck her until the raging yearning ebbed. When had she ever felt so euphoric? No, he couldn’t stop. Ever.
“Fuck me,” she moaned, rubbing harder against Hadlez. “Fuck me, please, just fuck me, I need you to fuck me so hard.”
Deram disappeared, and Hadlez stopped biting. He gazed down on her. Then he rose on his knees and knelt between her legs, which were no longer dangling over the edge of the bed. When had he moved her to the middle of the cloud-soft surface?
No matter. She reached toward him. “Hadlez?”
“Yes, Matara?”
“Why aren’t you fucking me?”
“I’m unsure I should. Were you going to ask me to stop before the venom took over? Were you going to saysholt?”
What was he talking about? Never mind the momentary fear from moments ago. She’d never been so sure she desired a man in her life. “I don’t want to saysholt.”
“Think, Blythe. When I bit you, what were you afraid of? Was it the instant of pain? Or did you wish to call a halt to what was happening?”
