Or both.
He growled, turned his head and nipped the inside of my right thigh and I pressed hot, sticky palms to the door behind me, used it for leverage. “Your ability to talk indicates you are not satisfied with my attentions. I shall remedy that now.”
“Oh fuck,” I whimpered, then nothing else. It was as if he shifted and went into pussy-eating high gear.
I couldn’t talk after that, only moan, beg, whimper. His mouth was on my clit, a finger inside my pussy and doing some magic curl over my G-spot. The thumb of the hand cupping my ass pressed against my back entrance, adding even more sensation I hadn’t known existed.
“More,” I said, and he pressed the thumb deeper until it breached me, until he was fingering both my holes. I’d never had anyone do that to me before, never knew I wanted it. Until now. I didn’t have to be shy or vulnerable or hell, even think. If I wanted his thumb in my ass, then I was going to tell him to put it there.
I didn’t have to worry about a thing with him because I didn’t even know his name. This was anonymous. Hot. Crazy. Perfect.
Lifting my sweaty palms from where they were pressed into the door, I cupped my breasts, tugged on the nipples. I needed even more stimulation, and I added it. The combination of his mastery and my hands pushing myself to the brink made me gasp. Writhe. Something sharp nicked my skin, just a bit. Quick, like a jolt of static electricity going straight to my clit.
I came on a scream, my knees buckling, my hands slapping against the door as if it would hold me up.
I heard the clatter of things striking the floor just before my back hit a flat surface. I hadn’t noticed much of the room when we entered—I co uld hardly see around the huge alien—but I knew he had swept a gaming table clear, the items scattering and rolling on the floor as I tried to catch my breath.
He stalked toward me, his mouth glistening with my arousal. His eyes narrowed. His cheeks were flushed with desire. So was his cock. He wasn’t Atlan but looked like one in this moment, as if he had a beast beneath the surface ready to break out and wreak havoc on my pussy.
This guy’s beast was between his legs, and there was no question it would own my pussy.
“Your scream of pleasure pleases me,” he said, wrapping his fingers around my thighs and slowly pulling me toward the edge of the table. “No doubt everyone in the canteen knows how well I’ve satisfied you.”
God, that should have mortified me, that I’d given over to him so much I’d forgotten where I was. I should have been embarrassed or ashamed that everyone in the canteen would know exactly how he had wrung the scream from me, that he was proud to share his virility with the entire space station. Instead the naughty factor made me hot. If he could do that to me with just his mouth, then I was going to love what he did with his cock.
The table was made for us, high enough to get my body’s needy core close to him. To his cock. It was at the right height for him to only need to bend his knees a little to be aligned.
“The way your body clenched and tightened. The gush of your nectar.” He licked his lips.
“Are you a poet?” I asked, coming up on my elbow, reaching out and gripping his cock—as best I could—in my hand. I gave it a tug, a long stroke. Felt how smooth the skin was, how hard beneath. How long. Thick. Pulsing with heat.
He hissed.
“I am male, satisfied by my female’s response to my touch.”
I stiffened at that. “I am not your female. This is one time only.”
He grinned then, feral and broad.
“Um… what are those?” I asked, my gaze focused on the sharp tips of his canines. Holy shit, he was part Forsian. A Rogue 5 guy with Forsian ancestry. Just as I’d learned about Forsians—I’d done a lot of studying up about the planets once I left the Coalition—he had vampire teeth, but now they were on display and the idea of being bitten by him wasn’t nearly as abhorrent as I’d hoped.
”Fangs.”
I shook my head. “Don’t you dare bite me. I want hot sex, but biting? Not a chance. I don’t want a mate.”
He gently tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear, which contradicted every wild thing we’d done so far. “I will not bite you. As you said, we are together for pleasure. Nothing more. These”—he slid his tongue back and forth over the sharp tips—“are for claiming a mate.”
I licked my lips. pushed up to sitting, and he stood between my spread knees. He wasn’t getting inside me until I knew the score. On Earth it would be about safe sex, about using a condom, protection. Birth control. That had been taken care of for me by the Coalition. Kids weren’t happening until I was ready.
But biting? This was the weirdest conversation ever.
“Do not worry, female. To claim a mate, I must bite and fuck at the same time.”
His cock stood long and thick, ready.
“Same difference,” I countered. “The plan was to get that big dick in me, but how do I know you won’t bite me?”
He shrugged slightly. “I slid my fangs along your inner thigh.”
“Holy shit, you bit me?” I put my hand over the spot, remembering the exquisite feel.
“No. You will know when I bite you.”
“You won’t be biting me,” I countered.
He tipped his head. “You would know if I bit you. But I won’t. You have my word. I promise you. I vow not to bite you.”
“Then why did you nip my leg?”
He smiled, those fangs long and lethal looking. “Because I wanted to.”
Oh God. That was hot. Too hot. His chest was hard and huge and right in front of me. His cock was hot and ready, and my legs were spread open around his hips. All I had to do was take him. “But—”
“I will get my cock in you as you desire,” he said, speaking over me. “It’s going to happen, human, but even if you begged, you would not get my fangs. It would be too dangerous.” His hand moved down the center of my body to my core, his fingers sliding over my sensitive folds, entering me easily because of how wet I was.
My back arched. He was playing me. Working my body to make my mind forget.
It was working.
“I will not lose control. You trust me with your orgasms. Trust me in this.”
It was the way he touched me, almost reverently, which was completely at odds to how we’d been behaving, that had me nodding. I didn’t know him, but I did trust him in this. Why? I had no fucking idea, but it seemed he wanted a wild fuck for a short time, not a mate for life.
“We’ve spoken too much,” he said, pulling his hand from me, lifting his fingers and licking them clean.
I whimpered again at the loss of his touch, at how blatant he was in his sexuality, in wringing the
