“Drako,” she pleaded. “Not all humans are the same.”
He dropped her to her feet. “In my experience, they are.” All the distant coldness from earlier was back. He lifted her bra from the bed. The strap swinging from his finger, he held it to her. “Take it. You earned it.”
Heat rose to her cheeks. Awkwardly, she reached for the scrap of lace. He didn’t grant her privacy to fit it, but stood gawking while she pulled the straps over her shoulders and reached behind her back for the clasp. His eyes changed from winter-yellow to summer-gold as she adjusted the lace cups over her curves. Disconcertingly, the color didn’t revert to its natural state, but remained dark and intense for the rest of the day.
The joke was on him. Drako watched Ilse as she padded through the living space, dressed only in that piece of lace that pushed her breasts higher and made the curves spill over the fabric. He longed to suck her hard little nipples into his mouth as much as he craved another taste of her blood, but he’d have to negotiate for it. His little doll wasn’t giving anything freely. Not yet. Unlike her, he wouldn’t take anything without her consent.
He crossed his arms as he studied her, frustration mounting with the painful hard-on in his pants. The combination of her naked pussy and ass with her concealed breasts was all the more enticing. The flesh hidden from him was a tease, one he barely resisted. He fought with every ounce of reserve he possessed not to flick that lace down and expose her perfect, bouncy flesh. She walked around the room, trailing her fingers over the wall, a frown marring her brow and her lip caught between her teeth. No doubt she was worrying her mind about where she was and when he’d set her free. Guilt stabbed at him, but he suppressed it. This wasn’t a tenth of what she and her compatriots had made him suffer.
She turned to face him, and he couldn’t help but stare at the delicate folds of her pussy the short-trimmed pubic hair didn’t conceal. His mouth watered. His cock jerked in response. If he didn’t find something to keep his hands busy, he was going to pounce on her, spread her legs, and devour her. Several times in a row.
The kitchen could prepare a meal on a voice command, but he opted for manual labor, needing the distraction. Turning his back on her, he took ingredients from the fridge. He’d stocked up with vegetables from her planet. She might need time to get accustomed to the Krina food types. Soon, the fragrance of a vegetable stir-fry filled the space. He smiled when she neared, sniffing with appreciation.
“Can I help?” she asked shyly.
“No.” He pointed at a floating stool by the island counter. “You’re my guest.”
Her tone changed from uncertain to cocky. “Guest or prisoner?”
He only flashed her a smile over his shoulder. Sarcasm wouldn’t work on him. When the food was ready, he dished up a hearty portion and carried the plate to the counter. Dipping the fork into the food, he took a bite and hummed his approval. Scrumptious.
The way her eyes widened and she subconsciously licked her lips made his smile grow bigger.
He dabbed a napkin to his mouth. “Hungry?”
She should be. On cue, her stomach growled. She didn’t ask, though. Pride, he guessed, prevented her.
He leaned his arms on the counter. “What are you prepared to give me in return for a bite?”
Her blue eyes flared. “You can’t be serious.”
“Why wouldn’t I be? I took an orgasm for your bra. How about you let me make a meal out of your pussy in exchange for this meal?” He pushed the plate toward her. “Doesn’t that sound fair?”
Her nostrils quivered. “Nothing about this is fair.”
“Neither was locking me up, torturing me, and stealing my sperm.”
She looked away.
He gripped her chin and forced her face back to his. “It’s no big deal. All you have to do is hop onto this counter, spread your legs, and a lovely meal awaits you.”
She jerked from his hold. “You’re a bastard.”
“So you’ve said.”
“I hate you.”
“Now, that’s new.”
“I suppose the feeling is mutual, or you wouldn’t be doing this.”
“Hate is a strong word for what I feel for you.”
“What do you feel for me?”
“Let’s just say the dominating feeling is lust.”
“You hope to satisfy it by finishing what I started?”
“Exactly.”
“Then you’ll let me go?”
“When I’m satiated and I’ve worked you out of my system, yes.”
“Why me?”
“You did something to me in that cell where your lover kept me.”
“He’s not my lover.”
“Stop lying!”
“Drako, you have to listen to me.”
“Stop.” He held up his hands. “No more lies.”
Her chest heaved with a sigh. “You want to bite me while having sex, don’t you? Is this what you’re referring to every time you talk about finishing what I’ve started? This is what it’ll take for you to let me go?”
He couldn’t deny it. There was no point in wasting words. Fear sparked in her eyes as the truth was laid on the table, naked and flawed. There was nothing right about what he wanted, except he couldn’t turn his back on her and walk away.
“There’s no need to rush into it,” he said. “We’ll take baby steps, starting with you spreading your legs for my tongue.”
She gave him a hard look. “Is there no end to your perverseness?”
“Not where you’re concerned, it seems.”
Lust ate at his patience. His control was hanging by a thread. Hoping to speed her decision along, he lifted her onto the counter and pushed her legs apart. Her pussy lips were swollen and glistening with moisture.
“You’re not put off by my proposal. Unlike your mouth, your pussy doesn’t lie.”
A war raged in her eyes. He could almost see the moral debate taking place in her mind. There was only one outcome to that debate. He had to have his way. He had to, if he wanted to walk away with his sanity intact. She’d eventually give him what he wanted, and they’d part ways. He’d go back to his life before the deceitful temptress had come along, once more finding peace in his work, and she’d go to live with Kahvissar. She’d be saved from both her government and the Krinar’s conviction. Logically, it was the perfect solution. Only, that last part, the part where she lived with Kahvissar, chafed on his gut. It was a shard of glass under his skin. For now, he didn’t pause to analyze it, not while her pussy was presented to him all wet and ready.
Placing a hand on her chest, he pushed her down gently, praying she wouldn’t resist. “You can close your eyes, this time, if it’ll be easier.”
For two more seconds, her body remained tight, but then her muscles relaxed, and her legs fell open.
“Good little doll,” he cooed, lightheaded from the rush of blood to his brain and cock.
He didn’t waste time on making good on her non-verbal agreement while the offer lasted. His doll was temperamental. Who knew how long before her resistance flared again, denying him the sweet treat between her legs?
Her head was turned to the side, her eyes closed. He intended on keeping his open. He didn’t want to miss a thing. Memories of the first and last time he tasted her pussy, mere hours ago, almost drove him to the brink of insanity. Gripping her thighs firmly, he laid into the meal. This time, there was no holding back. Dragging his tongue through her folds, he lapped up her sweetness. The taste made him heady. All for him. He speared into her heat, sucking and kissing until his cock was ready to blow. He latched onto her clit, pinching the nub with his lips while licking with his tongue. Beautiful sounds exploded from her chest. They told him what he wanted to hear, that she wanted this. Her back arched off the counter, pushing her deeper into his mouth. He growled against her flesh, sucking her harder and devouring her with his eyes. Crute, the way she reacted to him was hot. Her movements and whimpers increased in intensity and volume, tellin
g him she was close.
“Yes,” he said, digging his fingers into the soft flesh of her ass. “Come for me.”
She came with a loud cry, her legs gripping his face. She wasn’t going anywhere, but he held her ass firmly, making sure she couldn’t escape his lips and tongue. When she fell limp, her body shaking in a tantalizing way that made him realize both what power he had and how vulnerable she was, he petted her clit with long, slow strokes of his tongue, prolonging the aftershocks that contracted her abdomen. Immense satisfaction burst through him, even more satisfying than the physical need this woman evoked in him. Slowly, he eased up, enjoying the way her chest rose and fell with violent breaths and how her skin glistened with perspiration. He was the cause of those reactions, and he wanted to be the last to evoke these feelings in her.
Opening her eyes, she stared at him with a drowsy look. Satisfied. He barely suppressed a grin. If she hadn’t needed nourishment, he would’ve taken her straight back to bed for more negotiations.
“Come here.” Pulling her into a sitting position, he kissed her long and hard.
The flavors of her mouth and body exploded in his senses. If he wasn’t careful, he’d get addicted to her. With much effort, he broke the caress. Positioning her in his lap, he started feeding her, bite by bite, alternating them with sips of water, until she assured him she couldn’t eat more. The simple act of taking care of her filled him with warmth he’d never felt before. Yes, Kahvissar had been right. Humans were addictive. Caution was most definitely advised.
He finished the rest of the food and set the empty plate aside. His thumb played over the tender flesh of her temple. “Would you like to rest or perhaps engage in an activity? You could read or watch a movie.”
“Are you going to be here?”
“Of course. Where else would I go?”
“I don’t know. I was hoping…”
“That I’d leave you alone so you can try and escape?”
Her cheeks flushed.
“Rest assured, little doll, there is no way out of here, so don’t waste your energy.” Since she wasn’t going to decide, he’d make up her mind for her. At his voice command, a shelf in the wall slid open and a book drifted toward them. He caught it in mid-air.
“Here you go. Alien Invasion. According to your media, it’s the latest bestseller.” He winked. “I thought you might enjoy it.”
She snatched the book from his hand. Obviously, she didn’t find it funny. A plank drifted into position. Grudgingly, she sat down. Looking down at her, she made a beautiful sight. Her upper curves of her breasts were on display, as well as her toned stomach and legs. The only problem with the picture was that her legs were crossed.
“Open your legs for me, Ilse.”
Her look was cutting. “Are we negotiating, again? What is it this time? You require a prime view in exchange for the book?”
“The book was a gift. It’s simply a request.”
“You’re asking?”
“Yes. Nicely.”
“Why? You’ve seen me enough times already.”
“A thousand times and a million more will never be enough.”
“I want the rest of my underwear.”
“Your panties, you mean.”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“The way you look at me makes me uncomfortable.”
“I guess you better get used to it, because a lot of looking is going to happen between now and…” He couldn’t finish the sentence, couldn’t say, when I let you go.
She left the book on the plank and shifted to the edge. “I tell you what. How about if I do this?” Reaching for his slacks, she untied the drawstring. “Will this earn me the rest of my underwear?”
Crute, yes. He clenched his jaw, trying to contain his lust. “Are you doing the negotiation, now?”
“You bet.”
She pushed the slacks over his hips, setting his cock free. It wasn’t the first time she was doing this, but felt like a novelty, all the same. It didn’t come without a tinge of bitterness at the memory of the last time she’d given him oral sex. Pushing the recollection aside, he focused on the present hotness of her mouth and the skillfulness of her tongue as she sucked him into oblivion and to places he was better off not going.
Ilse was laying on the plank with her head in Drako’s lap, reading, or mostly pretending to read, while he played with her hair and worked on something embedded in his palm. The closest she came to a term for the astonishing phenomenon was a tablet or smartphone.
“Are you an explorer?” she asked.
He lowered his hand to look at her. “I suppose you could put it like that.”
“Have you been on many explorations?”
“Some.”
“To where?”
“Far-off galaxies.”
“Were you searching for habitable planets?”
“I’m not a biologist or a geologist. I’m more of an adventurer.”
“What does that mean?”
“I test new terrains for extreme sports.”
“What about here? Why were you sent to Earth?”
“It was a once-off mission to investigate things of a more intangible nature.”
“Like the probability of peaceful coexistence.”
“Yes.”
“When are you giving your decision about Earth to your leaders?”
“I already have.”
A lump lodged in her throat. “What have they decided?”
“The Council is sitting in a month. They’ll make their decision then.”
“Based only on your feedback?”
“Based on various data they’ve captured over the centuries, and yes, on my feedback.”
“Centuries?”
“Our species came from way back, long before we planted life on your planet.”
“How does your lifespan compare to ours?”
“It doesn’t.”
“How old do you get on average? A hundred years? Give me an average figure.”
“There’s no figure.”
She reflected for a while. The implication sounded ridiculous. “You live forever?”
That sounded silly. He was going to think her naïve. She couldn’t help but laugh at herself.
He didn’t return her laugh. He was dead serious when he said, “Yes.”
She went completely still. Her heart skipped a beat. “You’re not joking.”
He threaded his fingers through her hair, seeming to sense her need for comfort at the shocking news.
“I’m not,” he said gently.
“I see.” She swallowed. “How old are you, Drako?”
“Not so old. Barely over five hundred Earth years.”
She jerked into an upright position, dropping the book. “Five hundred years?”
He bent to retrieve the book. “That’s what I said.”
“Oh, my God.” She pressed a hand to her chest.
“There are no diseases on Krina,” he explained, “and as you’ve seen, we can heal any wound. It doesn’t mean we’re indestructible. Like any living creature, if injured critically, we will die.”
“Wow, I don’t know how to deal with what you’ve just told me.”
“I can appreciate how overwhelming it must seem.”
“Our planet can profit immensely from your technology. If you can cure any disease––”
“Your planet isn’t ready.” He pushed her aside and got to his feet. “In any event, it’s not my or any Earthling’s decision to make.”
“Drako, you have to talk to them. If there is an advanced race out there, why would they refuse to help us?”
He stalked to the far end of the room. “Let’s see, Ilse. Maybe because you don’t deserve it?”
She jumped up, following him. “What happened to you was horrible and wrong. I’m the first one to admit it. Please believe me when I say I don’t work for those agents. They brought me to you to treat your wounds.”
He clenched his
fists, the golden color of his eyes turning into frosted yellow. “You participated in their experiments. I know exactly how much they paid you. One million. Isn’t that right?”
“I did what I had to do to win time. If not, they were going to kill you.”
“Spare me your lies,” he hissed. “I’m not interested in your false justifications.”
Frustration turned into anger. “Just in my blood. That’s why I’m really here. Admit it.”
The one minute he was standing at the opposite side of the room, and the next he was in front of her. “Yes, I want your blood,” he said through clenched teeth. “I never lied about it.”
“If that’s what it’ll take to get me out of here, just do it.” She tilted her head to the side, exposing her neck.
“You’ve got to be damn sure about this, my brave little doll, because once we go down that road, I won’t be able to stop.”
“Do it!”
He moved closer, his breath hot on her face. “So impatient. All you have to do is ask.”
“What are you waiting for?” she challenged.
“Take off your underwear and lie down on the bed.”
“You don’t have to romance me,” she snapped. “There’s no need to pretend this is anything other than bloodthirsty lust. Just take me on the floor like the common whore you accuse me of being or better yet against the wall.”
His laugh was cold. “It’s got nothing to do with romance and everything with practicality. This is going to last for hours. I doubt you’ll stand on your feet for that long, especially not with what I have in mind for your body.”
A little of her bravery slipped. The last time he’d bitten her hadn’t been pleasant. She hated the black void in her memory and not knowing what had happened. Not being in control or cognizant scared her.
“Not so brave, anymore?” he asked.
Screw him. “Fine. How do you want me?” she asked tartly. “On my back or on my knees?”
“We’ll start on your back,” he said, jerking the T-shirt over his head.
Her mouth turned dry at the sight of him. True, he was deliciously hard, a perfect male specimen, but he was also impossibly big. His weight alone could crush her. What if he drained her? There was no Frik or Pete to save her this time.
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