5. Chapter 5

Chapter 5

Faelin

Nala is the gem I’d never dreamed of actually finding. She’s graceful and sultry, yes, but that’s just her working girl persona. My aim is to get underneath the mask she wears to discover the real Nala because from the few glimpses I’ve caught as we talked, I find the real Nala even more amazing than the fake one.

For now, though, I have her sexy persona in my arms and I’m not complaining. Her lips are soft and her body fits against mine so perfectly I never want to let her go.

I slant my mouth over Nala’s, giving her the briefest, gentlest kiss I can, just in case she doesn’t truly want it. I know she’s used to doing things she doesn’t enjoy to please her customers, but tonight, we’ll only be doing things she does enjoy.

Tonight is for her. Hopefully, tomorrow night too, and every other night for the rest of our lives, if I manage to convince her to become my mate. I’m getting ahead of myself, though. First, I need to prove myself. She needs to know that I’ll cherish and worship her every day, and not just her body.

She hums alluringly as she reaches for the back of my neck, pulling me in for a longer, deeper kiss. Her tongue brushes against my lips, coaxing them to open.

I don’t need convincing. I open my mouth, letting her in. Our tongues dance together, tasting, exploring, consuming.

I run my hand through the wild coils of her hair, surprised by how soft it is. Nala moans when I grip a handful to hold her head in place as I plunge my tongue deeper, devouring her mouth.

She tugs at my shirt. “Take it off,” she demands, breathless.

“You take it off,” I return, holding my arms out so that she can pull the shirt over my head. My pants follow shortly after. In just a few seconds, I’m standing before her completely naked, my cock jutting out, the tip covered in pre-cum.

Nala admires my physique, still flaunting her sultry smile. “Red all over,” she notes, sliding her fingers down my bare chest, stopping mere inches away from my cock. “I like that.” She touches my thigh, traces a path over my abdomen, then ends up on my other leg. Still not touching my cock. “You’re so warm,” she teases. “I wonder if you’re this warm everywhere.”

“Why don’t you find out?” I rasp, desperate for her to touch me.

Nala giggles, getting down on her knees in front of me. “Don’t mind if I do. Tell me what you want,” she asks, glancing up at me.

The sight of her mouth so close to my cock is the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen, and it takes everything I have not to come all over her face at this very moment. I suck in a deep breath that does nothing to calm me. “You…I want you.”

“You have me, Faelin,” she whispers, finally wrapping her hand around my cock. My knees buckle as she squeezes, and I have to catch myself against the dresser. I want to object, to tell her I only have her for tonight, to ask her for more, but before I can get the words out, Nala sticks out her tongue and licks the tip of my cock in a slow, teasing lick.

A groan escapes me as I watch her lick the beads of pre-cum from my cockhead. She hums contentedly, as if tasting a unique delicacy. It brings me out of my euphoric bliss. My cum can’t possibly taste that good. She must be pretending to love it to make me feel better. I don’t want that. I want the real Nala.

“Wait,” I say, stopping her from taking me into her mouth. If my cock had hands, it’d be punching me over and over right now, but I haven’t brought Nala here for my pleasure. She’s the one who should be enjoying herself.

Still on her knees in front of me, she watches me; her smile not wavering.

“You…you first,” I manage to rasp out.

She cocks her brow, giving me a challenging look. “Are you sure?” Her tongue teases the tip of my cock again and she licks at her lips. “Don’t you want me to make you feel good?” she teases, pumping her hand in a motion that has me seeing stars.

“Yes, I’m sure,” I whisper between groans. “You first, Nala. Always. I want to make you come over and over. Your pleasure is the most important thing to me.”

My words catch her off guard. For a second, she stares at me bemusedly, but quickly composes herself. “Alright. If that is your wish. I’m all yours for tonight.” After giving my cock one last lick, Nala elegantly stands, turning to show me her back. “Can you unbutton my dress for me?”

My fingers feel like overfilled bladders as I fumble with the row of tiny buttons. These things were definitely not designed for my big hands. I’m tempted to simply tear the fabric, but I don’t want to scare Nala away by destroying her clothing.

Grinning at me over her shoulder, amused by my muttering and cursing. She chuckles at one particular curse, something I think I picked up from Astra. I love the sound of Nala’s laugh and I vow to keep her laughing, even if it is at my expense.

Finally, I undo the last damned button and Nala’s dress slides down to the floor, revealing her perfect body to me. Not that the dress had covered much of her body to begin with, revealing more than it was hiding. A perfect piece of seductive wear to entice males into wanting more. Then again, everything Nala does seems meticulously calculated to entice males. I’m curious to see if I can shatter her control tonight, if I can bring out the real Nala.

Running my hands down her bare arms, I notice how cold her skin feels. “Lie down for me,” I whisper, nibbling on her neck before nudging her toward the bed.

The room has a control panel next to the door. Typing in a couple of simple adjustments to raise the temperature of the room, I’m now confident that my sweet little human won’t be cold.

Like most hotel rooms, this one is designed to accommodate various species, including the snake-like Kahszi, who love extreme heat. The thermostat can be set to temperatures so hot that we’d both be boiling in our own skins. I’m not looking to kill either of us, so I’ve merely set it to what I hope is comfortable warmth for her.

She regards me with a surprised smile. “Thoughtful, but I’d hoped you would warm me up instead.”

“Don’t worry,” I reply with a grin, covering the distance to the bed in three long strides. “I’m going to. I just want to marvel at your perfection first.”

Nala lies back, letting her knees fall out to either side, revealing everything to my gaze. “Marvel away,” she teases. “I’m perfection personified.”

Saliva floods my mouth at the sight of her pussy. The outside is a darker shade of brown than the rest of her skin. As she moves her legs further apart, the dark outer lips reveal pink inner lips. I can’t see her clit as it’s hidden between her soft, pink pussy lips, but I know it’s there, just waiting for me to tease it.

Tareq didn’t need much convincing to tell me about pleasing human females. Of course, he’s not an expert, having only bedded one himself, but Astra’s moaning echoes through the Supernova’s corridors every night and every day, so I was happy to listen to his advice.

Truth be told, humans aren’t that different from other species when it comes to pleasure. The only unusual thing about them is that their nipples are sensitive. I’ll make use of that in a minute, but first, I need to taste Nala’s lips again.

I cover her naked form with my body, carefully supporting my weight on my knees and arms as I kiss her. She responds with fervor, tugging my hair to bring me closer.

We kiss until we’re both breathless, then I move lower, nipping at her neck on my way to her breasts. They’re generously sized, more than enough to fill even my large hands. The dark brown nipples are rigid and Nala moans as I brush my lips over them.

The swirls of gold circle her breasts and I lick at one experimentally. “It’s sweet,” I note, surprised.

“Mmm,” she hums. “Like it?” Her body tenses under my tongue as I continue to lick at the paint and she lets out another moan.

It’s that moan that makes me stop. I prop myself on my elbows to watch her expression. She’s still smiling, but it’s not the easy, earnest smile from before. Now, she’s wearing her professional fake smile. She doesn’t like what I’m doing but won’t admit it because she doesn’t want to offend the customer. I’ll have to be careful to watch her body’s responses if I want to give her genuine pleasure.

“What is it?” she asks, giving me another sensual smile. Another fake one. I can feel her tension. “Do you want me to—”

“I want you to do one thing for me,” I interrupt. Nala perks up, ready for my request. I guess having instructions makes her feel more confident. Too bad that my instructions are going to derail her even further. “I want you to be honest with me. No more pretending.”