Chapter 23

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

VYA

Khorahn grinned at me then pivoted on his seat so we faced my bowl. Hunger forgotten, I stared blankly at the grey oatmeal. I could still feel his fingers touching me. There. I shivered at the echo of sensation.

Oblivious to my inner turmoil, Khorahn coaxed my fingers around the spoon at the same time he stroked a hand down my back. Every time he got to my tailbone, I involuntarily arched. Just a little, but the movement was still there. I felt like a damn cat in heat.

What was going on with me? I didn't act like this. Yet, I couldn't let go of that moment of terror when he'd jumped off the ship. The frantic "Don't leave me" thought had been followed by all the moments where he touched me and carried me and cared for me. Not of the food or the safety he provided but him. Just him.

He might be the one doing all the touching, but I understood now that I was definitely the one obsessed.

Sure, I knew aliens wanted females. I'd known that since the first newscast. But until this very moment, I'd never stopped to ask myself if I wanted Khorahn to want me in that way. Probably because, before now, the answer had been an emphatic no. Now, I wasn't as sure.

It took some coaxing to get me to eat. But he eventually got me there.

After I pushed the bowl away, he stood with me, carrying me again, and strode from the kitchen without cleaning up. I looked at the bowl over his shoulder then up at the clenched line of his jaw.

With a light touch, I traced my finger along the tense ridge.

"What am I to you? A puppy? A plaything? I really wish I knew."

He spoke, a low rumble of words I wished I understood. Sighing, I settled against him for the short ride. It was only when the door whisked open at our approach that I realized my fingers were idly tracing his pectorals.

"Sorry," I mumbled, pulling my hands away.

He said something again, set me on the bed, then tugged my hands back to his chest.

"You like that?" I scooted back, breaking contact, and patted the thin mattress. "Come lie down, and it'll be my turn to pet and comfort you."

The way he joined me on the bed, a slow prowl of movement, seemed more predatory than injured. Yet, it didn't stir any concern. Hyper-focused on cuddle time, I wanted to wrap myself around him and never let go.

Prior to my abduction, I'd never been the clingy type. Rather than resent this new need to be close to him, I chose gratitude. He'd rescued me, and hopefully, I could eventually figure out a way to communicate with him and ask him to take me home.

The thought instantly made me cringe in denial, and I pushed it away. Getting home was a tomorrow problem. Today, I just needed to focus on helping Khorahn feel better.

Once he lay on his back, I curled up to his side and ran my hand over his chest in a slow, sweeping motion like he did to calm me.

His chest rumbled slightly under my ear, and I smiled.

"It feels good, doesn't it? I like it when you soothe me, too. Especially after the first time using your toilet." I lifted my head and squinted at him as I realized I'd never witnessed him using it. Not that I wanted to. "I'm starting to wonder if you have normal bodily functions. You don't really eat. You never subject yourself to your anal molesting toilet. Although, maybe I need to stop being so pretentious with my definition of normal. Maybe, here in space, you're the normal one, and I'm the weird one with all the food and bathroom requirements."

He reached up and stroked his fingers over my brows and along my cheek while he said something. I closed my eyes, more interested in how good it felt when he did that than trying to decipher what he was saying.

"I really like when you touch me," I said.

Once he stopped, I returned my head to his shoulder.

My girl parts melted a bit at the up-close view of his chiseled chest, and I resisted the urge to rub my lips against his skin. The thought of trailing kisses from his chin to his twin cocks slammed into my head and punched me in the libido. Pulse thrumming, I did my best to shake the image and continued petting him.

He inhaled deeply and said something that sounded like a question.

"Sorry, big guy. I have no idea what you're saying."

My hand drifted past where his belly button should have been and skimmed that ridged lower plain that led to his double-her-fun equipment. His upper cock, the one that always seemed to point straight out from his body, twitched at the proximity of my fingers. The swell in the top third of it grew.

A throbbing started between my legs, and I licked my lips, hyper-focused on the prize. My skin still shimmered in the light from my last Khorahn bath, but I didn't care. I wanted more. More shimmer. More of Khorahn's fingers exploring between my legs. More orgasms.

The slit at the end of his cock wept his pretty glitter goo at the first touch of my fingers. And that was all I got before he caught my hand in his and pinned it to the mattress above my head. Then, he shifted us both so I lay on my back and he lay on his side.

"Sorry," I whispered, meeting his blue gaze. This close, I could see the way his eyes swept over my face. "I don't know what's going on with me today. I think seeing you jump out of the ship and almost die made me a little…I don't know. Needy? Clingy? I didn't mean to cross boundaries."

He said something, the soft tone sending a shiver of need through me.

"Maybe you should rest, and I should go." I tried to tug my hand free, but he wouldn't release me. Instead, he tugged my other one up to join it.

"No more touching. Got it," I said, still weirdly unconcerned with the way he was confining me.

With his free hand, he lightly touched my face again. When his touch drifted to my throat, anticipation and understanding hit me like a hammer. Being the horny little female that I was, I immediately spread my legs to make it clear I was willing for a little touch and feel.

He flashed his teeth at me in a wicked smile, and the low rumble of his laughter echoed around us.

"Yeah, yeah," I said breathlessly. "I know. Vya's been hit by the horny stick. I'm really hoping you can help me out."

My nipple pebbled when he reached it, and I groaned at the very light pinch he gave it. He toyed with me for a bit, watching my reactions before switching to the other side. My need for more climbed higher until I was panting. He switched his method and gently massaged my breasts. A tingle shot straight to my core, and I lifted my hips to show him what I needed.

Instead of delving between my thighs, his hand left me for a brief moment. When his fingers returned, they were coated with his essence. I moaned as he stroked through my folds and teased my clit. But no matter how I twisted and thrust, his fingers never did more than skim my opening. I ached something fierce by the time he finally focused on my clit long enough for me to grab my orgasm and topple headlong into the pleasure.

As I came down from my high, panting and wrung out, I turned my head to press a kiss to his chest. He grunted and loosened his hold on my hands to pull me close.

Then his fingers returned to my folds, teasing my opening. My core still spasmed from my release and clenched when he dipped just the tip of his finger inside.

"Hmm." The content sound wasn't the only one that filled the room.

A moment after his fingers left me, I heard something else and opened my eyes.

He was licking his fingers.

I smiled slightly, too blissed out to say what I was thinking. Finger licking was one step closer to licking the source, and that was something I was looking forward to.