18 Rowkin

When I hold her close I'm always on the edge of losing my head or giving in to burying the other inside of her. I can't think about anything but feeling her soft skin against mine.

My room is closest. I carry her to it and crash inside the room, cracking the door. I kick it shut and care not if it survives.

She kisses me with wild passion that has me hard and throbbing with cruel need to be surrounded by her delicate flesh. But I fear with as desperate as I am for release that my monster will frighten her.

I try to undress her, but she slaps my hands away, spins me around, and shoves me back on the bed.

She deftly frees my belt and has my pants unzipped before I can grasp what she's doing.

My cock springs free.

She pauses, and her eyes widen. "Ooh, wow."

Before I can ask what's the matter, she draws me into her mouth. Her warm, wet tongue wraps around my head then dips lower and circles my ribbed shaft. Her hot breath falls over my cock as she takes me repeatedly into her heat, her soft lips massaging me. Every time she passes over a ripple, I feel a burst of electricity, and my hearts sync a little more.

But this is wrong. I wanted mutual desire.

I stop her and lift her chin until her eyes meet mine. "Do you want me, Kikila, only me, truly?"

She cups my balls with a warm hand and gives them a gentle squeeze. "You have no idea."

Then she bobs down over my head, sliding deeper, soaking my rigid cock in her luscious wetness. My skin shifts as my ecstasy climbs.

She gasps as I stiffen even more. Her groan sends little vibrations down my shaft and into my balls. Kikila takes me with both of her hands.

Her movements command me, until my body is at her mercy. I swell in her grasp and feel my pulse skyrocket. "Kiki—"

Her hums of encouragement thrust me into a feral climax. I can't help but rock my hips with each pump that releases my milk into her mouth.

She slurps me down like I'm a tasty dessert.

I'm sweating, out of breath, and embarrassed when she finally sits back. But she eyes me with lust, crawls over my body and rakes her teeth over my throat.

It stirs me and makes my cock tense again. My Rev rises. Heat surges. My hearts pound, closer and closer to unity. I'm willing to give it another try.

Wanting to return the favor, I draw her mouth to mine and kiss her deeply as I unzip her uniform and slip my hand inside.

She breaks the kiss to rest her cheek to mine and gasp when I slip my fingers between her dripping wet folds.

Kikila arches when I dip my fingers inside. She tenses around me and bucks onto me. I rub her clit with my thumb, and it makes her squirm even more. I like the power I have over her body and knowing that I'm the reason she feels good. I can give her positive sensations, not just the bad.

"That's it," I whisper. I'd rather rip the suit off of her and draw her onto my hardening cock, but she's so close that I don't want to deter her orgasm. I want to see it.

Her beautiful eyes roll back in her head. Her nipples tighten and strain against her suit, calling to me. A growl emerges from me as I free a supple breast and admire the cashmere soft texture of her flesh then draw her into my mouth.

"Rowkin—"

"That's it." I slide another finger inside of her and plunge them deep.

Kikila's whole body convulses and shudders. She grips my fingers in waves as she cries out in ecstasy.

When she collapses against my chest, I release her. I wrap her up in my arms as her body melts against mine. It wasn't quite what I had planned, but I'm glad to know she's had a chance to see me in full and didn't shy away, not even when my skin changed.

Her lips find my neck.

My heart beats are nearly aligned. I close my eyes and soak in the feeling of her against me.

"Can we stay here forever?" she asks.

"We can, but I think the Abr committee might kick us out next week. Besides, the bonding ceremony is in just a few hours."

"I was so excited to be here, but now I feel like I don't even care about this stuff anymore," she says.

"Why?" I ask, worried she's no longer interested in a formal bond.

"Do we need to?" she sighs. "Scratch that. I know we need to because of what we are."

"Not interested in formalities?' I ask.

"Stars, no." She props her head up on the bed and studies me with a sleepy smile. "Besides, I already know what I want."

I glance at the race band she wears. "What if you have other prospects, like a king or a politician?"

She glances at it. "I have two and they're both princes. But I want a soldier tough enough to not ask someone else to do the hard stuff for him. You are a male of action. And action is what I like. I want you ."

"Then why don't we get dressed so we can get this shit over with and head home?" I ask.

She smiles at this. "But you haven't looked at the women who want you."

"Don't need to," I say, not taking my eyes off of her.

She taps my band and scoffs. "Holy shit. You have thirty-five requests."

"Don't care."

She sits up and straddles my waist. "Guess I better go get dressed."

Kikila takes my jaw in her hands and kisses me with passion. "See you soon, Rowkin. Don't be late."

"After this last week, there's no way I'm letting you out of my sight."

"Last time," she says. "Promise."