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Chapter 12

CHAPTER 12

CARLA

“To be clear, this is for purely selfish reasons,” she said.

“Care to explain those reasons?” Somehow, his eyes managed to sparkle under the harsh overhead lights.

“I think kissing you would be nice, and I like nice things.”

He pulled her into an embrace. “We can do better than nice.”

Carla reached up, grabbed him by the horns, and pulled his face down. Her lips met his. The first brush was hesitant, almost shy, then grew heated. He growled, his arms tightening around her. He demanded more, his tongue licking the seam of her lips and pushing in.

She lost herself in the feel of him. His lips were softer than she expected, and his teeth sharper.

Ari pulled back, his gaze fixed on her, as if waiting for a judgment.

“Better than nice,” she said, her grip still tight on his horn. She pulled him back, capturing his mouth. This was nothing more complicated than lust. She hadn’t been touched since being abducted, and she was hungry. After being dormant for so long, her desire was wide awake, and it would not be ignored.

She’d had opportunities but none with someone she could trust. Being alone with someone meant putting herself in a vulnerable position. If she fell asleep, she might wake—if she woke at all—on the auction block or in a brothel. No one had been tempting enough to risk it.

Except Ari. He wasn’t just tempting—and he was so very tempting—but she knew she was safe with him. Had been safe with him for days. It was an unfamiliar situation but nice.

His tail skimmed up her inner thigh, brushing against her damp panties.

Better than nice.

The computer chimed as the pressurization cycle ended and the doors opened.

He lifted her. Without prompting, her legs wrapped around his waist, and he carried her through.

“Where are we going?” she asked.

“To my cabin, unless you object.”

“No objections.” She kissed him, fierce and hungry. “Brilliant plan. Glad to be a part of it.” And again. “Carry on.” And again, this time not coming up for air.

They made it exactly three steps before Ari pressed her against a wall. He kissed and licked his way down the column of her throat, across her collarbone, and down her chest. He tugged at the front of the gown, breaking a strap, and she didn’t mind. Barely even liked the dress.

His free hand teased and squeezed the breast still covered while his mouth claimed the other. His teeth grazed over the soft skin and Carla lost the ability for rational thought. There was just Ari with his talented tongue and sharp teeth, and she was absolutely okay with that.

His tail came up, brushing along her throat and across her lips. She opened, taking the tail in and running her tongue around the tip like a lollipop.

Ari sucked in a breath. He shuddered and looked up at her with such devotion in his eyes.

He lowered her to the ground and kneeled before her. He tugged at her panties. By the time they were around her knees, she pulled herself together enough to ask, “What happened to going to your cabin?”

“Too far. I want to taste you,” he said. “Now.”

Fabric tore and Carla was exposed. With a hand on either leg, Ari spread her thighs open. His eyes fluttered shut as he breathed in deeply. For a moment, doubt crept in. How different was she from a female Khargal?

“You are remarkable,” he said, erasing her doubts by planting a kiss on her inner knee.

He worked his way up, not stopping until he reached the apex of her thighs. Did her mind go blank before? There wasn’t a thought in her head now as he licked and sucked. His tongue found her clit, working it slowly like a master until her knees quivered. Her fingers dug into his hair, pulling tight as she struggled to stay upright. She groaned around his tail, still in her mouth.

Fingers worked into her. One, then two. She rode his hand as she rode his face, gasping around his tail and shuddering with pleasure. She grabbed two of his horns, using them to direct his mouth. Her climax wasn’t pretty or elegant, but it was coming hard.

With a cry, she released him and stepped back, sliding down the wall to the floor. Her legs didn’t work anymore. Couldn’t. Ari sucked the marrow out of her.

Still kneeling before her, Ari licked his lips. “Do you want more, my treasure?”

“Yes,” she groaned. “I want your dick, but I think it might kill me, and I don’t care.”

He chuckled. “I’ll take you to my bed, and you’ll take my cock like a good female.”

Her breath caught in her throat. Being called a good girl had never appealed to her, but now she wanted nothing more than to be good for him.

“You like that,” he said in a warm and soothing tone. Not a question. A fact.

“Call me a good girl again,” she said.

“My good girl.” His hand cupped the back of her head, his fingers digging into her hair. He kissed her, the taste of her lingering on his lips.

He lifted her like she weighed nothing, carrying her in the cradle of his arms to his cabin.

Gently, almost hesitantly, he placed her on the bed. “I should tell you?—”

“Nothing good ever starts with words like that,” she said.

“My dassa, my fluids, might have unexpected consequences.”

“Okay, do you mean saliva or semen? Because one of those ships has sailed.”

“My seed. It triggers a response in female Khargals to aid in conception. I do not know what it can do to you.”

She groaned and tossed herself back onto the mattress. Cockblocked by his cock. Awesome.

The responsible thing to do would be to wait until she had a clear head and found a solution. Space condoms or something. The irresponsible, impulsive part of her was wound up and needed that gargoyle dick. Bad.

“Do you have condoms or is there something else we can do?” she asked.

“There are other activities we can enjoy.” The mattress dipped as Ari climbed on.

He stretched out next to her, his hand caressed in her stomach. His tail went to the apex of her thighs, stroking her. Her hips rose, wanting more. Tails were good. Very good.

“Can you take my tail? I think you can.”

ARI

Carla shivered at his words. “Yes. Yes, I can.”

Ari rolled onto his back and spread his legs far enough apart to let his tail rise between his thighs. The tip still glistened with her arousal. “Are you certain?”

To answer, she straddled his lap and pushed him flat against the bed. Entranced, Ari watched as Carla took his tail in hand, stroking down the length.

She lined the tail to her entrance and gave a moan as it entered her. Slowly, she sank down, taking him measure by breathtaking measure.

She leaned back, hands resting on his thighs. The fabric of the gown obscured his view. Growling in frustration, Ari pushed the fabric up with one hand, finally giving him the best view of her riding his tail. Each surge upward met with a groan -inducing descent.

The tail undulated, the length flexing and pushing deeper.

Her eyes flew open wide, and her mouth went round. A cry of surprise escaped her. It was glorious. She was glorious.

“That’s my good girl,” Ari said, placing a hand over her mouth. His tail continued to move inside her as he spoke. It felt odd to use the human word, but her cheeks flushed a delightful pink when he called her a good girl. “I do not want you to come yet. Can you wait for me?”

She shook her head. “I don’t think I can. It’s…you’re…” She gasped, moaning into his hand.

Ari pulled her down, holding her against his chest, and claimed her mouth. His cock, stiff and aching for attention, wedged between them. His tail worked in and out, pushing deeper and undulating until she moaned against his lips. He swallowed her pleasure, drinking down the precious sound without hesitation, and craved more. Always more. She was an elixir, revitalizing him. Remaking him.

She rocked back, meeting the thrust of his tail and rubbing his cock with her stomach. The exquisite weight of her nearly had him undone.

Her body tensed and her lips parted as she panted, barely moving. “It’s too much. I can’t,” she pleaded.

“You can. You will,” he ordered.

He guided her hand to his leaking cock. Without prompting, she stroked him from crown to base. She trembled as his tail pumped into her. Her hips bucked. He raised his hips, seeking friction. He thrust up, matching the rhythm with his tail. Pleasure surged down his spine, tightening at the base of his tail and spreading throughout him.

She shook and gasped like a bolt of sensation struck. He followed, allowing himself to release and spill between them. His tail slowed, letting her ride out her climax. Finally, panting and her eyes drowsy, she collapsed against him.

Perfection.

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