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“Get off?” He was growling his words now.
“Climax. Come. Um…how we complete sex.”
“Show me,” he urged again.
She began to rub her clit. He watched her finger, and she watched him. He licked his lips, the sight of his dark tongue making her wonder what it would feel like if that was on her clit, instead of her finger.
She spread her legs wider, pleasure tingling through her as her clit began to swell. It was the first time she’d ever played with herself in front of someone, and there was something really hot about it.
He made a low rumbling noise and lowered his face even closer. She could feel his hot breath on her. The rumbling grew louder, almost like purring. She hoped that was a good thing. His eyes seemed brighter, even as they narrowed. She also noticed his body tensing, the muscles on his arms bunching.
She moved her finger off her clit, going lower, feeling how wet she was becoming. Maybe that was why he was responding that way. She was definitely getting “oiled” for him.
He suddenly gripped her wrist and pulled her hand away from her pussy. She was breathing harder and had almost been there, ready to come.
“What’s wrong?”
He released her wrist, and she watched as he licked his thumb then lowered it. He brushed it over her clit. It was much rougher textured than her own fingertip, but it didn’t hurt. He was gentle as he began to rub.
She moaned, her muscles clenching.
He looked up, their gazes locking. He continued to rub.
“Just like that,” she managed to say.
He grew bolder, rubbing a little faster. She closed her eyes and panted.
Then he stopped, taking his thumb off her clit. She opened her eyes and lifted her head.
“I’m hurting for you,” he rasped. “You’re well oiled.”
He wanted to fuck her.
She nodded, ready to see if that would work. She wanted him inside her. Already so close, he might even be able to get her off with penetration.
They’d work it out. She wanted him just as badly.
“Will it hurt you if I push into you here?” His thumb touched her again, running over the opening of her pussy. “You appear quite small.”
“Women stretch. Why don’t you show me what you have?”
He lifted to his knees on the bed and straightened. She swallowed hard as she looked down.
He still wore his black pants—but there was a large, thick bulge beneath them now, and the material didn’t conceal much. He looked big, but the shape seemed in line with what human guys had.
He gripped the waist of his pants and shoved them down, exposing his penis.
It was human-like. Mostly. The top was thicker than the shaft, but not by much. It was as dark as the rest of him. There were thin ridges running along the length of his shaft, from just under the top down to the base, that she figured might be veins. It was angled outward while erect. Her gaze looked lower, to his balls. He appeared to have only one—and there was something blocking it from clear sight.
She sat up and hesitated before reaching for him. She paused, glancing at his face. “May I touch you?”
He gave a sharp nod. His features looked tense. “Will we fit together?”
“You’re big. Not a shock. We’ll work it out. I mean, you look like a human. Only bigger.” She ran her fingertips along the underside of his shaft, somewhat surprised. The texture wasn’t like his velvety skin. Instead, it was more like leather. Smooth leather, but for those ridges. His cock twitched, and some clear fluid eased out of the tip. It wasn’t a lot. Just a few drops. It ran down the crown of his shaft, to where she held him.
She touched it, rubbing it between her fingers. It felt like baby oil. It had a similar slick consistency.
Oil. Now she understood. It seemed Veslors created great lubrication for sex. She ran her fingertips lower, to the strange thing between his shaft and ball sac. It was bumpy, a solid protrusion, like cartilage covered in that leather texture.
“What’s this?”
“My yunce. It protects my seed sac from damage. It’s usually not swollen like that unless I’m about to copulate. There is another one on the backside.”
She couldn’t see it, but she ran her hand under his ball. He may have only one, but it was large, like the rest of him. She caressed it…
He sucked in a sharp breath.
Vivian froze, looking up at him.
“Extremely sensitive. It’s never touched.”
“Am I hurting you?” She thought she’d been gentle.
“No.”
“Is it okay that I’m exploring?”
He gave another brief nod.
She kept her hand between his slightly parted thighs, lightly cupping his ball. It took up the entire palm and then some. It was soft, not leathery in texture like his penis. She could feel the other protrusion behind it, like the one in the front. “That’s pretty cool.”
“I need you, Vivian,” he rasped. “Can we discuss my body further later? I need to be inside you. I hurt for you.”
She pulled her hand away and noticed that his shaft was certainly oiled now. More of that clear fluid spilled from the tip of his cock, and the shaft on the underside was well coated.
“Yes.”
“Turn around. We breed with the female facing away.”
“Doggy style.” It shouldn’t have come as a shock. He was a shifter who turned into an alien panther, after all.
She backed away, got up on her knees and turned around. She dropped to all fours, spread her thighs, and prayed that he’d fit.
Brassi leaned forward, crawling over her, and she felt his stiff shaft brush against her inner thighs. She parted them wider. His breathing had increased. She realized this was the first time she’d ever had sex without kissing someone first…but they’d find out later if he liked that or not.
She felt a little fear, but pushed it down. Brassi wouldn’t hurt her.
He moved closer, molding his upper body to her back, pressing their skin together. The velvet texture made her smile. He braced on one arm and reached up, cupping her breast. He explored it, giving it a gentle squeeze, then played with her nipple. She softly moaned. He was taking things slowly, carefully.
The rumbling sound he’d made earlier returned. His chest vibrated along her back. It was almost like getting a light massage. He adjusted his body and released her breast, running his hand over her side down to her hip. He moved his legs, the mattress dipping with his weight as he seemed to shift it more to one side then the other.
“Slow,” he growled.
“Slow,” she agreed.
Then she felt the thick tip of his cock rub against her pussy.
She was still wet. He was, too, with that clear substance his body created when he was turned on. He rubbed against her slit a few times and brushed her clit. She moaned and arched her back, pushing her ass higher. He seemed to like that, she guessed, when the rumbling noise and vibrations increased. Then he stopped right at the seam of her…and began to push.
Her body resisted a little. He was incredibly thick. He paused, his hand sliding around her stomach to hold her. Then he pushed again.
Vivian closed her eyes, forcing her body to relax as he breached her.
It was a tight fit, but her body gave, taking him. A deep snarl sounded close to her ear. He pushed in farther, paused, withdrew a little, and then pushed deeper once more.
He felt amazing. Vivian moaned.
He froze.
“Keep going! You’re not hurting me.”
“You’re so tight…and soft inside, too.”
She wasn’t sure what “soft inside” meant in relation to what he was used to, but at that moment, she didn’t care. He worked his way deeper inside her, and deeper still—and something brushed against her clit.
She jerked, startled.
He froze again. “Am I hurting you?”
“No. I think your…um…pence thing just touched me is all. I for
got about it.”
“Yunce,” he corrected. “Is it too rough against your tender flesh?”
“Move again, and let’s see.”
He did, and the yunce brushed up against her clit once more. Her eyes widened as he started to gently fuck her. The bumpy cartilage shield thing felt incredible against her clit. She moaned louder, clawing at the bed. It was marvelous. Everything about him being inside of her was nothing short of mind-blowing. “Oh god!”
He stilled yet again.
“Don’t stop! You’re all in, right?”
“Yes.”
“Keep going, Brassi.”
He began to fuck her again, still going slow. She clutched the bed sheets, whimpering. “We work,” she panted, “really well together. Faster!”
His rumbling increased, the vibrations in his chest growing stronger. He did as she asked, fucking her faster and a little harder. The yunce was strumming her clit, he was pumping inside her, and the combination of the two had to be the best thing she’d ever felt in her life. It was intense. So much so, she came in blinding pleasure, yelling his name.
He snarled and fucked her harder then, for several long moments, until his body stiffened, the vibrations stilled, and she felt him coming inside her.
His body shivered over hers, and both of them were breathing hard. Warm liquid slid down her thighs when he gently eased his cock from her body and sprawled onto his side on the bed, reaching for her as he did. He pulled her close and wrapped his big body around her. They spooned as they caught their breath.
He nuzzled her cheek with his. “Be my mate, Vivian.”
She turned her head, staring into his eyes. “Just like that?”
He nodded, his gaze intense. “We do work. So well.”
She found herself smiling. “You might be mating yourself to a wanted criminal, if Abby isn’t able to clear our names with all the evidence the commander is set on destroying.”
“I know the truth. You saved your people. Your laws are stupid if they insist you did wrong. No one will ever take you from me.”
She stared deeply into his eyes—and didn’t think.
Emotions were what Brassi used to make his decisions. She would do the same. She felt safe in his arms, extremely sexually satisfied, and had no urge to get away from him. She liked being so close.
“Yes.”
He grinned, flashing those scary teeth of his.
She turned toward him. He eased his hold on her and lay back. She crawled up him a little and got comfortable against his side, using his broad chest to rest her chin, gazing at him. “What exactly do we need to do to become mates?”
“What we just did…but I need to shift.”
That killed her joy a little bit, trying to imagine that.
“I’m the same size down here.” He lowered his hand, cupping his now soft shaft. “Just the rest of me changes. You could close your eyes.”
Vivian had always been fascinated by other races. She’d gone to college to study them, and had chosen her profession because she was so interested in learning about aliens. It was easy to accept that Brassi looked different from her. They’d had sex, he’d saved her life, and she was naked in bed with him. Nothing about his current form turned her off.
The alien panther he’d shifted into hadn’t hurt her—but did she want it on top of her? Having sex with her? That part was tough to imagine. “I don’t suppose you have alien liquor, do you?”
“I don’t understand.”
“Stuff you drink that makes you a bit drunk?”
He frowned but gave a nod.
“Maybe you could give me a little, we could fool around, and when I’m on all fours, just don’t tell me before you’re about to shift…?”
“Is my other side unappealing to you?” A flash of hurt showed in his expression.
That hurt killed her. But they needed honesty in their relationship. That was too important. “No. It’s a human thing. I accept your other side, Brassi…but do your people ever have sex with one of you shifted while the other is not?”
He hesitated. “No. That would be strange.”
“That’s where I’m at in my head, too. It would be strange. A little drink might help me feel more relaxed about the experience.”
“I understand. I’ll get you some quill to drink.”
She assumed that was alien booze. “Compromises are important.” She smiled and stroked his chest. The texture of his skin was something she’d never tire of. “Is this a one-time thing to form a mate relationship, or something I need to adjust to doing on a regular basis?”
“Me taking you while in my other form?”
“Yes.”
“Only to mate, or if we wish to attempt to breed cubs.”
She masked her features to hide her surprise. “Cubs?”
“Babies. I don’t know if we’re compatible for having young.”
“There’s a lot I need to learn about you. It’s a good thing we’ll be together for a long time. You said mates are for life, right?”
He nodded.
She smiled again and scooted up higher. “Can I teach you about kissing?”
“You can teach me anything, Vivian.”
She drew closer and licked her lips. “We put our mouths together and explore each other with our tongues.”
He smiled. “I know kissing. We call it tangling tongues.”
“Veslors do that?”
“Yes. But I feared you’d be wary if I put my teeth that close to you.”
“You can put your mouth anywhere you want on my body. I know you won’t hurt me.”
His hand skimmed down her back to her butt and cupped one cheek. Then his fingers slid between her legs and across her slit. “Even here?”
“Oh yes.”
He grinned. “You smell good when you’re oiled. I wanted to taste you.”
It was her turn to shiver. “Let me shower, and then you can go for it. First, though, let’s try kissing.”
“What is your obsession with bathing?” He looked perplexed.
She laughed. “Most humans are really into being clean before sex.”
“Each time?” He looked stunned. “That would mean we’ll run out of water before we reach our next stop.” He found her clit and rubbed one of his thick pads over it.
She spread her legs more and gasped. Brassi was a fast learner. He knew exactly how to touch her. Her clit was a little sensitive but she wasn’t about to complain. He already knew how to touch her in just the right way. The few human men she’d been with in school hadn’t bothered to learn that, and they were her own race.
“No, not every time…but I should get clean down there if you want to put your mouth in that area. I’m soaked from both of us.”
“You’re perfectly oiled for copulating.”
She dug her fingernails into his chest when he kept rubbing against her clit, applying a little more pressure. “I can’t think when you do that.”
“Tongue tangle with me. I’ll be careful not to hurt you.”
She eased herself onto his broad chest and lowered her head, closing her eyes. Their mouths touched, and she opened hers, running her tongue along the seam of his lips. He groaned, opening to her.
Then he quickly took over, rolling and pinning her under him. He explored her mouth, deepening the kiss.
She moaned against his tongue and spread her legs, wrapping them around his hips. He was erect again. She could feel the thick hardness of him. She broke the kiss and opened her eyes. “Do you ever have sex in this position?”
He shook his head. “No, but I’ll try it if you want.”
“I want.”
He adjusted his hips…and then he was pushing inside her. She moaned as he thrust deep. That vibration from his chest started again as he made rumbling noises. There was no yunce to rub against her clit in this position, but his body did that as he angled his pelvis and began to move over her, driving in and out of her body harder, faster.
“We work,�
� he growled low, taking her mouth again and kissing her.
Chapter Twelve
Brassi strode into the common room where his males were eating dinner. They all paused, staring at him. He saw their nostrils flaring, and he grinned widely.
Vassi stood, food forgotten. His brother appeared anxious. “You copulated with her?”
“Many times.”
“Should I take a look at her?”
“No! She’s my female. You stay away.” He walked over to a cupboard and yanked it open, moving bottles until he found some quill, and grabbed it. He turned to go back to his quarters, where Vivian waited.
Vassi had moved into his path. “She’s much smaller than you. Are you sure you didn’t do her any harm? I should run a medical scan to make certain.”
“I wouldn’t hurt my mate.”
Vassi gasped. “You mated her?”
“I will.” He showed him the quill. “She asked for a few drinks of this, since I need to change forms.”
Ruggler got up from the table. “How did you convince her to copulate with you? Did she attack you?”
Brassi’s shook his head. “I want to get back to her before she gets out of the shower.”
“How do you copulate with her without doing harm? She seems so frail.” This from Kavs.
He shot him a glare. “Carefully. With tenderness. But she’s not as fragile as she looks.” Then he glanced back at Ruggler. “And I asked. She agreed. No wrestling was involved. Their females aren’t aggressive.”
Vassi reached out and touched his arm, stilling him once more when he would have walked away. “You truly fit inside her? She looks small all over. You really should allow me to run a medical scan.”
He glanced at his males. Their expressions were ones of curiosity and concern. He sucked in a breath and blew it out. These males were close to him, bonded, and they’d spent years together. He trusted them with his life, and in their place, he might also be worried and curious. He finally stared into his brother’s eyes.