And yet…he thought it might be worth it.
She took mercy on the pleasure centers of his brain, ending the kisses and bites along his neck and ear. He missed it.
“More,” he said. “I want more.”
The look in her eyes disturbed him. He’d never seen that particular form of confidence. She knew what she was doing to him—and was enjoying it. As a Scorpiian, he would have found it an affront. But as a human…
He enjoyed that she was enjoying herself as well—that they were sharing this. He wondered if her body was sending her signals at all similar to what he felt, and if not, what he would need to do to provoke them.
“You said you wanted my mouth on you,” she said.
She’d just had her mouth on him. What was she talking about now?
With that same smirk on her face, she slipped down between his arms, landing softly on her knees. He was about to ask what she was doing, but decided against it. She still had one hand on his dick, lightly brushing the backs of her fingers along its length. Each stroke sent another thrum of pleasure through him.
She was also trailing her fingertips along his thigh. The hairs on his skin again enhanced the sensation—especially when she used her nails. Her lips were so close to where her hands were working, and she had alluded to putting her mouth on him again.
He wondered what it would be like to feel the soft flesh of her lips on his dick, the warm wetness of her mouth. Did humans even do such a thing?
The Coalition had sent him to track down and assassinate rogue aliens operating on Earth without the High Council’s approval—and thus without them receiving any benefits. He’d only studied Earthlings enough to fit in while hunting his targets.
He wished that he knew more about their mating protocols. This was part of it—he at least knew that much. But there were so many questions he didn’t even know how to formulate.
Instead of trying to ask, he said, “I don’t see your mouth on me yet.”
“I hope you’re not always this impatient.”
He gripped the sides of the fridge’s door, waiting to see what she would do next, how his body would react. What she was doing with her hand was more relaxing than anything else. Yet at the same time, he could feel it building a tightly coiled energy within him. A gentle stimulus that—
She turned her face toward his dick, holding it still as she darted her tongue along its length. He let out another grunt, his eyes rolling shut as his hands tightened on the metal door.
That was apparently only the beginning. He felt her lips on the tip of his dick, wrapping around it, taking him into her mouth. Her tongue pressed against the underside of his length, flicking it, swirling around. She sucked on him, as she’d done his ear and his tongue, but feeling it here was profoundly…more.
He was making himself vulnerable to her. She could bite him, and a wound there would be extremely painful. But she’d only been helpful—so incredibly helpful—so far.
She wouldn’t hurt him. That realization alone made his chest feel almost painfully tight yet again. He was a fool. He trusted her.
It was hard not to, under the circumstances. He forced his eyes open so that he could watch her work her magic on him.
In and out, she moved his dick around her mouth, her lips, her face. She gripped the rest of his length with both hands, guiding it where she wanted. She ran her tongue up in a long stroke along the bottom, all the way to the tip, before taking him deep in her mouth again.
Stars, the pleasure.
It coursed through him, consumed him, set every cell on fire in a way that was infinitely more enjoyable than his acclimation had been. It almost—almost—made the pain worth it. This experience of physical sensation was unlike anything he’d ever known.
His hips started to thrust against her without his conscious intent, a deep instinct rising up through the human DNA that had taken over his existence. The lines of scarring where he had reassembled himself began to glow, matching the sensation in his solid flesh.
She increased the strength of her grip, tightened her lips around him, quickened her tongue. Her mouth pumped along his length, sucking and licking. His dick throbbed with increasing urgency that echoed through his form. A pressure was building inside of him that felt as though it could break him apart, yet he couldn’t bring himself to care.
All he cared about was this moment, this ecstasy, feeling her mouth on him, the tightness of her hands and lips, the constant movement of her tongue and—
“Stars!”
A brief flash of silver light blinded him for a moment, leaving an afterimage burned against his retinas. His body felt electrified, like the apex of a change, but so much stronger. The throbbing in his dick turned into a pounding pulse, each beat sending arcs of pleasure ripping through his body with an intensity that made his knees start to buckle.
As the feeling began to fade, she released him and sat back on her heels. Zemanni staggered back till he hit the wall, then slid to the ground.
His breathing was fast, his heartbeat faster. His body was filled with a feeling of life that made all of his other experiences pale in comparison. And his dick just kept tingling, even as it subsided to its original form.
He gasped for breath, finally managing to ask, “What was that?”
Brooke shrugged, then smiled at him.
“Perks of being human.”
Chapter Five
Brooke knew she was good. She hadn’t realized she was that good. But she could tell when she’d rocked someone’s world. Zemanni’s had definitely been tilted on its axis. He looked kind of shaken, actually.
“Are you okay?” she said.
He shook his head, swallowing hard enough that she could watch his throat work. “No.”
Dread knotted her stomach at the thought. He seemed human, and had talked about being trapped in this form. He’d even complained about his human anatomy. Was there something different about him that would make sex harmful?
“I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“No,” he said. “I want more.”
Oh. Not so different at all, then.
She let out a shaky laugh as she stood. “Yeah, yeah. That’s what they all say.”
The coffee was still too hot for him to drink, so she grabbed some ice cubes from the freezer and plunked them into the mug she’d set out for him. She watched the ice melt as she poured the dark drink over them. Just to be safe, she took out a spoon and stirred everything, making sure there were no ice chunks he might choke on.
When it was ready, she turned to him with the mug in hand. He was still sitting with his back against the wall, watching her every move with that intense stare of his.
“Here.” She handed him the drink.
No “thank you”, no smile. He didn’t even acknowledge it with a nod. He just threw his head back, chugging the entire contents of the mug.
“Maybe slow down a little?” she said.
He shivered. It was no wonder, with him sitting on the cold floor still soaking wet. But then his scars started to glow lightly—pulsing, almost like they were keeping time with his heartbeat. If he had a heart.
He leaned his head back against the wall, dropping his hand and the mug onto his lap. His eyes were closed, and he let out a sigh as some of the lines of tension faded from around his eyes.
Behold the miracle of coffee…
“So, you really are trapped in this form?” she said.
The look of ease vanished as his eyes opened and he fixed her with that predatory stare. “Why do you ask?”
“I’m just trying to get my bearings here. Figure out what’s going on.”
“It’s best if you don’t.”
“Really?” She plucked the mug from his grasp, then turned back to the coffee pot and began making him an exact duplicate of the first drink. Once she had finished it, she turned and handed the mug back to him, then said, “I think I need to know at least a few things.”
“Such as?”
Dozens of questions started lining up in her mind. Was Earth being invaded? Were there more like him out there? What had ripped him apart and why?
She doubted she’d get straight answers to any of those questions. Instead, she stuck with the more immediate concern.
“You said your body is human.”
“Yeah.”
“How do I put this delicately?” She realized she probably didn’t need to, since he was an alien and all. “Why didn’t anything come out of your dick when I blew you?”
The furrows between his eyebrows deepened and his lip curled up. “Something’s supposed to come out of it?”
She busted out laughing, but stopped just as suddenly. “Oh God. Please tell me I’m not going to have to teach you how to go to the bathroom.”
“Why would you have to do that?” He lifted his finger and pointed to the archway that led to the kitchen. “It’s around the corner.”
“Oh no. Okay, you know what? That’s what the Internet is for.” As long as she was very, very careful in her search.
She shook her head, hoping they wouldn’t have to deal with that particular aspect of humanity until later. As he took a slower sip of his coffee, his scars glowed again. Maybe it wouldn’t be an issue after all.
“The way your skin glows, you can’t be completely human,” she said.
“I’m not.”
“You’re a Scorpiian.”
He drained his mug, then handed it to her. “More.”
“Are you sure you should be drinking this much caffeine?” She started working on his third cup. “I mean, who knows what it’ll really do to your system.”
“This liquid is highly compatible with my biology. And I need to replenish my fluids.”
Maybe that was why there hadn’t been “the usual contribution” when she’d blown him. It had thrown her off her game a little, to sense all the other signals of an orgasm without that very important one. It also opened up a whole slew of possibilities, if he lacked that complication that most human bodies came with.
Came. She snickered to herself.
“Something is amusing you?” he said.
“It…isn’t something I want to explain.” She handed him the third cup, then squatted across from him, leaning against the cabinets near the floor. “A real human would probably be getting jittery right now. Caffeine is a stimulant.”
“I can feel that. It’s boosting my remaining quicksilver.”
“Quicksilver?”
“A vital fluid among my kind.”
“Let me guess. It enables you to change your form.”
He paused with the mug halfway to his lips. Very nice lips. That would be giving her very nice thoughts if it wasn’t for the serious pair of murder eyes he was leveling at her.
She held up her hands and shook her head. “Lucky guess, that’s all. I watch a lot of movies and read a lot of books. You keep talking about being trapped in a human form. That kind of implies you can turn into other ones. There has to be something about your anatomy that helps with that.”
Slowly, he lifted the mug again and drank. He kept his gaze trained on her, though. When he’d emptied it, he handed it back to her.
“You’re welcome,” she said.
She rose, turning toward the counter. Another amusing thought occurred to her—one she could share.
“I just realized, you’re literally replacing your blood with coffee,” she said.
“No, I’m not. I have human blood in my veins now.”
She let out a little snort. “It loses something if I say, ‘You’re replacing your alien blood with coffee’.”
“The coffee is only boosting the functionality of my quicksilver.”
“Barrel of laughs, this one,” she murmured.
Zemanni just stared at her. Damn, that was a cool name.
She pointed to the empty coffee pot. “You want more?”
“No.”
“Suit yourself.” She shrugged, then crossed the room to the sink.
As she rinsed out the cup, she felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. She turned off the water, but kept the mug in her hand. Her skin felt like there was an electrical current next to her. She’d felt something similar once, when she’d been standing too close to a frayed wire.
What if she was wrong about him? What if he wasn’t a friendly alien visitor in need of help? He could just be using her.
Right, using me for coffee and a blowjob. And a cold bath that nearly drowned him.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw that he wasn’t sitting on the floor anymore, and she hadn’t heard him move. She wasn’t sure where he was. Her heart began to thud as her brain went into overdrive, inventing nightmare scenarios one after another.
He touched her shoulder and she wheeled around with the mug raised defensively. He caught her wrist again, stopping her arm. Then he grabbed her by the back of her neck. The back, not the front. That was reassuring at least.
His gaze was still predatory, but the coldness had left it. The look he cast on her was all fire.
“What do you want?” she whispered.
“More.”
“More coffee?”
He lowered her arm so that the mug rested on the counter, then said, “No.”
Chapter Six
There was more to explore in this human form. Much more. Zemanni had had a taste, when Brooke had used her mouth on him. His changing instincts told him that was only the beginning.
He would have this woman. As soon as he figured out how.
“Let me guess,” she said. “You want my mouth on you again?”
Her voice held a note of tension that he hadn’t detected before. It was almost as if she was afraid of him.
Not long ago, he wouldn’t have cared. But in this form, the thought sent a wave of prickling heat through him—almost a form of pain. He didn’t want her to fear him.
She licked her lips, and the energy of the unfamiliar emotion shifted. He wanted to pleasure her, needed to.
He pulled her against his chest, pressing his lips against hers as she’d done to him earlier. She had used his hair to guide him, so he released her neck and ran his fingers through the unbelievably soft sun-gold waves. His fingers clenched around a lock of it, holding enough to not hurt her as he urged her head to tilt.
His nails were too short to stimulate her skin as she had done to him, but she still let out a moan, giving him his first opportunity to strike. As her lips parted, he drove his tongue into her mouth. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling herself up along his body. With their heads at a more even level, he could begin his conquest in earnest.
His tongue tangled with hers, demanding reciprocation. He only relented when he noticed her breath starting to catch, small gasps interrupting their sparring.
The next target was to the side. He had been nearly overcome the first time she’d run her teeth along his earlobe. The attentions she had given to his body displayed a level of expertise he strove to match.
He had seen her look of confidence—of victory—in knowing how her actions were affecting him. He wanted to experience that thrill as well.
Releasing her mouth, he kissed the skin along her jaw. He didn’t want to allow her a moment’s reprieve from the pleasure he was giving her. At the same time, he didn’t rush his movements. Her brain would need time to process the signals her nerve endings were sending.
He reached her neck, raking his teeth over her skin—being careful not to apply too much pressure. She let out a low moan that resounded through his body. His dick twitched—a movement he hadn’t known it was capable of.
With her clinging to him, he had more freedom of movement while they stayed in contact. He released her hair, bringing both hands to her buttocks and pressing her hips against his hard member as he sucked on the side of her neck.
She groaned again, grinding her hips against him. The fabric of her jeans was still uncomfortable. It needed to be removed. All of her clothing di
d.
Moons, he would have to stop kissing her to deal with that. Preferably for the least amount of time possible.
He reached between them and unfastened her jeans. She had already removed her boots and socks—probably when she went to the kitchen. That would facilitate his work.
Releasing her neck took a surprising amount of willpower. Allowing any space between them did. He felt almost magnetized to her. He wanted their bodies to interlock again, as they had when she took him into her mouth. No—in a different way. He hadn’t quite figured it out yet. But it was only a matter of time.
He dropped to his knees, pulling her jeans and panties with him and helping her step out of them. As he did, she practically tore her shirt from her body, tossing it across the room. She reached behind her back to release the elastic material of her undergarment and threw it from her as well.
From where he was squatting, he had a close view of her external reproductive structure. Burnished gold hair in a triangle at the apex of her legs. And the air close to her skin was filled with the most incredible smell—heady and sweet.
He had no idea how humans went about this, but he didn’t care to stop to ask. The instincts in this body were strong. Zemanni would follow them. He grabbed her hips, and pressed his mouth to her with the same fervor as he’d shown her neck.
Remembering how she had used her tongue on his dick, he slid his tongue between the folds of her flesh. She gasped, grabbing fistfuls of his hair as his tongue passed over a nub of slightly firmer tissue that seemed sensitive, judging from her response to the contact. Perhaps it was some sort of sensory nexus or nerve cluster?
He returned to the spot, circling it and flicking it. As her grip on his hair increased, so did his attentions. The muscles of her thighs tightened as her breath rate increased. The reaction seemed reflexive, but made access more difficult.
With a grunt, he wrapped his arms around her hips, then lifted her from her feet and set her back down on the counter. Their gazes locked for a brief moment. Her eyes were wide and her parted lips swollen as she dragged breath into her body.
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