by Dixon, Ruby
And then I hear a low moan.
My spine stiffens. Is Leilani in pain? Or did the ssithri show up to harm her while I was distracted in the fields? Was this all a ploy to get me away from her? With an angry snarl, I grab the handle to the washroom door and shove it open.
There, standing in the shower, her delicate brown foot planted on the edge of the tub, is my human mate. Water runs down her lovely skin, and her hair is a silky black waterfall down her back. Her hand is between her thighs, and she stops rubbing herself as I enter. Her shoulders stiffen and her lips part.
I forget everything.
She’s keffing touching herself.
Her hand is on her cunt and she has her fingers between the folds. Her large, beautiful breasts are beaded with water, her nipples tight and hard. That flush on her cheeks? That’s not from the warmth of the water, just like the moan I heard wasn’t one of pain.
My cock goes stiff instantly.
We both stare at each other for a long moment and I can’t decide if I should back out and pretend as if I saw nothing, or confront her about this.
Before I can say anything, though, she lifts her chin. “Women have needs, too.”
“I see that,” I murmur, fascinated at how proud and defiant she is. I love her fierceness. I can’t stop staring at her, at the delicate fingers between the soft folds of her cunt, the lushness of her breasts, the rounded swells of her buttocks. She’s utterly perfect.
“Don’t just stand there,” she says, and there’s a wobble in her voice. “Shut the door.”
Shut the door? Oh, I can do that.
I reach behind me and close the door so we’re alone in the bathroom together. And I lean against it and give her a wicked grin. “Go on. Don’t let me interrupt.”
Part III
LEILANI
I stare at the big blue hunk of alien leaning against the bathroom door—on the wrong damn side of the bathroom door—and try to make my mouth work. I can’t form words. I’m shocked.
He’s caught me red handed with my fingers on my clit, one foot lifted onto the side of the tub, my legs spread and all of my lady business wide open. I was just about to come, too. In fact, I’m aching so badly, panting with the need of it that I can’t resist giving myself another quick little swipe over my clit, even though he’s standing there watching me.
Tassar groans fiercely, his eyes gleaming. His hand moves down the front of his pants and he grips his cock, working it through the fabric. “You going to keep touching yourself, little one?”
I gasp, because this is the naughtiest thing I’ve ever done, and because I do want to keep touching myself. There’s something so dirty and wrong—and yet so very right—about this. I want to keep touching myself. I want the pleasure of looking at him as I do so, too. Wasn’t I just imagining holding onto his big shoulders as he pumped into me? Thinking about him is why I needed to come in here and take care of business in the middle of the day. I’m attracted to him like crazy and I need to be rational about things, so I thought I’d blow off some steam and give myself a quick release.
But he’s here now, and he’s watching me so closely that I feel as if I’m going to come on the heat of his gaze, alone.
“You shouldn’t be in here,” I manage to pant, even as my gaze trails down his sweat-plastered tunic to his waist, and lower, to where he’s holding on to the enormous length of his cock. It’s outlined against the thin fabric of his clothing, and if what he’s grabbing is any indication, he’s going to make some lucky woman very happy someday.
Wait. I’m that lucky woman.
And because I can’t help myself, I swipe a finger over my clit again.
He growls, the sound low and sexy and so fucking delicious that I shiver all over. “I like watching you do that,” he tells me.
The breath catches in my throat. I should tell him to leave. Tell him to fuck off, that this is a personal moment. Instead, I keep staring at that massive bulge in his pants. “Are you…please tell me you’re a shower and not a grower.”
Tassar’s big hand swipes down the length, outlining it to my greedy gaze. “This is all of me. You want to look?” His voice is husky and deep, and his eyes are fierce with need as he watches me.
“Y-yes.” And I trace a circle around my clit again.
“It’s only fair,” he murmurs. “Since you’re showing me just how pretty your cunt is.”
Oh god, he said cunt. Oh god, he said it’s pretty. I bite back the whimper rising in my throat and watch, mouth dry, as he strips off his sweaty tunic, revealing a chest that’s just as broad and muscular as I remember, tattoos dancing over his dark blue skin like poetry. Watching him move makes me even wetter between my thighs, and I didn’t think that was possible. He’s just so big and brawny that it’s making me imagine all kinds of things, and when he runs one hand over a rock-hard pectoral, I whimper aloud like the shameless woman I am. I want to be that hand.
A smile curves his mouth and I realize he heard that. “Do I look like your human males, little one?”
“God, no,” I blurt out. I want to tell him that he looks far better, that he’s bigger and broader than any human could ever be.
Tassar chuckles at my response, and then his hand goes to his belt. He pauses there, the fucking tease, and looks at me again. “If you want me to leave, I will.”
“Don’t you dare,” I tell him. I’ll regret this tomorrow, sure, but right now? I want to see the goods. “Strip down.”
“As you wish,” he says, and those three words send another shudder through me. He tugs his pants down and then the hard, midnight-blue length of him is revealed to my gaze. He looks even bigger like this, the fat head of his cock beaded with precum. He’s thick, too, so big around that my thighs do a little needy clench as I imagine how that’d feel inside me. Tassar strokes one hand down the long length of himself and I notice he’s got ridges.
Dear lord, the man has ridges on his cock. He’s like a walking sex toy.
His hand moves again, and then I see something I didn’t notice before—there’s a protrusion just above his cock, about the size of a thumb and as deep a blue as the rest of him. I pause at the sight of it, though. “What the hell is that?”
He looks down, then gives me a puzzled glance and gestures at his dick. “This is my manhood. Are you a virgin, Leilani?”
“Not your dick. That thing above it!”
“My spur?”
“What’s a spur?”
He shrugs. “I don’t know. It’s just there. Do your males not have one?”
“No!” But now I can’t help but think of the rabbit vibrator in my bedside drawer back home, because it had a very similar protrusion. My insides clench again, and I feel achingly hollow. “Does it… feel good?”
He shrugs again. “It feels like a spur.” Tassar’s gaze locks on my chest. “Your nipples look soft. Are they sensitive?”
My hand slides up to one breast and I caress it, skimming my fingers over my skin before stopping over one nipple. “Yes.”
I love the low groan he makes and the way he watches my hands as I touch myself. “Someday you’re going to let me touch them,” he says, and then adds, “When you’re ready.”
“When I’m ready,” I echo, though I feel pretty ready right now.
I watch as his hand strokes over his massive length again, up and down those glorious ridges. I can see a thick vein tracing his length and my mouth waters at the sight. “I like your body, Leilani,” Tassar murmurs, looking me up and down. “Is that fur on your pretty little cunt?”
The water spattering against my skin from the shower feels like freaking foreplay as it rains down on my breasts. I slide my hand back between my thighs and realize for the first time that I haven’t seen a bit of body hair on him. Other than the short black stubble on his scalp, he’s utterly hairless. “Humans get hair here,” I tell him and lift my chin. “Is that a problem?”
He growls low again, the sound sexy and delicious. “Only that it
Oh, he wants to see? Breathless and shameless, I stand a little straighter and slide my fingers over my folds, parting them to give him a good look as he strokes his cock up and down his shaft, over and over again.
He steps forward, and I want to tell him to move back, but the words die in my throat. I don’t really want him to move back. I want him to look at me with those hungry, hungry eyes. To devour me with a gaze, because it’s making me so turned on that I could practically come just like this. “What’s that?” he asks.
“What’s what?”
“The little bud between your petals.”
Oh. “It’s my clit.” I touch it, and another whimper escapes me.
“Sensitive?” he murmurs, and licks his lips.
“Oh god, yes.”
“Touch it again.”
Moaning, I do as he asks, performing for his hungry stare. I’m incredibly slick, my finger skimming circles around my clit as I hold my folds open so he can watch. My nipples are achingly tight and he’s standing so close that I wonder if he’s going to get into the shower with me. I picture him putting one of those big hands on my stomach and then dropping lower, rubbing my clit for me.
I come with a hard clench. Crying out, I let my head fall back as I continue to stroke myself, imagining that it’s him touching me. I keep rubbing until it grows too sensitive to do so, and then with a shuddering gasp, I let my hand fall away as I struggle to get control of myself. At some point, I closed my eyes—probably when I came—and when I open them, I see that his face is taut, his eyes shut, and the hand that strokes up and down his cock is covered with his release.
It seems I wasn’t the only one that came.
* * *
TASSAR
It’s hard to leave my female’s side when everything in me shouts to get in that shower and claim her. To grab her wet body and pull it against me and drag her to the bed. But now that she’s climaxed, she’s giving me a shy, uncertain look and I don’t want to make her uncomfortable. This is all still new for both of us, so I grab a towel and leave the bathroom, wiping down my cock. I head to my room, and a few minutes later, I hear her get out of the shower. I wait another few moments and then I go inside and clean myself off…and jerk another one out, because I can’t stop thinking about her rounded breasts and the expression of ecstasy on her face as she came.
I can’t wait to find out what she tastes like.
That can wait for another day, though. Once I’m done in the shower, I get dressed in fresh clothing and head into the kitchen. At first I think my human mate’s having a conversation with the window over the sink, but then I realize that there’s a bird sitting on the window sill.
“It’s too soon, Manu,” she tells him. “Just because I’m acting like a shameless hussy doesn’t mean that it’s a good idea. These things take time, you know?” She slowly reaches one hand out and drops a few crumbs on the sill, watching the bird. “I can’t mess things up because I’m impatient.”
Is she talking about me, I wonder? I remain perfectly still, not wanting to interrupt the moment…and so I can hear what she’s saying.
The bird doesn’t move for the food, so she reaches out and nudges a crumb toward it. Instead of going for the food, it flaps away and leaves.
“Like I said, Manu,” Leilani sighs. “These things take time.”
She sounds so sad that I speak up to distract her. “Are you trying to train the birds to eat from your hand?”
Leilani jumps, looking over at me. Her expression is that of embarrassment, but there’s a little smile on her fascinating face that makes me feel good. Like she’s remembering what we just did and has no regrets. “It gets lonely out here, so yeah, I’m trying to befriend the birds. I’m impatient, though, and they get scared off.” She shakes her head. “Disney princesses make this shit look easy.”
I have no idea what a “Disney” or a “princess” is, but I need to talk to her. Her comment about being lonely reminds me that she’s not as solitary out here as she thinks. “Do you know your neighbors? The ones with the farm east of you?”
I don’t like the way her shoulders stiffen. “I’ve met them in passing. They gave me some creepy looks so I try to avoid them, though. They’re snake-men, aren’t they?”
“Yes. Their people are called ssithri and I’m afraid they’ve been wandering over your land. I saw some tracks in your crops. I think they’re watching you.” When her eyes go wide, I add, “But you don’t have to worry. I’ll keep you safe.”
“They’ve hinted that they want my land,” she admits. “I guess because my farm is adjacent to theirs.”
“They won’t get it,” I tell her firmly. “You’re my mate now. I’ll go over and have a talk with them in the morning. Let them know you’re claimed.”
“Do you think that’ll work?”
If it doesn’t, I’ll think of another, more forceful way to get them to leave her alone. “Positive,” I tell her. “You don’t have to worry about a thing.”
* * *
I don’t sleep well that night. I keep thinking about Leilani and the dark fall of her hair, the way her wet skin gleamed in the shower, the way she touched one of those big, plump breasts and toyed with the nipple shamelessly in front of me. I think of her cunt, and the little nub she teased until she came. I can’t stop thinking about her, and my cock’s incredibly hard. Even taking myself in hand doesn’t stop the ache. I want her in my bed, under me, and I suspect I’m not going to get much rest until I do.
So I stay up most of the night, listening in the hopes that Leilani will have another bad dream and I’ll get to wake her up. It doesn’t happen, though. She’s quiet on her side, and I tell myself it’s for the best. I want her to sleep well, unafraid…I just wish I was in that bed with her.
I wake up before dawn and make sure the animals are fed. By the time I’ve set the feeders and checked the machinery, the sun is up and when I approach the house, I see the kitchen window is open and Leilani’s birds are waiting for their handout. I raise a hand in greeting when I see her pretty face, and then skirt wide so I don’t scare her little friends away. The kitchen is warm and full of good smells when I enter, and my pretty little human mate has a bright smile on her face.
“Sleep well?” I ask, and I like that she blushes. She’s so shy. It’s adorable.
“Of course, you?”
I don’t tell her that my body was hungry for hers all night, that I couldn’t sleep because the ache in my cock was too overwhelming. “Fine,” is all I say.
“Should we talk about what happened yesterday?”
“Do you want to?”
“Not really.” She bites her lip.
I smile. It’s adorable that she’s shy, considering this is the same female that parted the lips of her cunt so I could watch her touch herself. “We don’t have to talk about it until you’re ready.”
“Do you like meat?” she asks instead, playing with a strand of her long hair. “My people have a way of cooking where you cook the meat in an underground pit called an imu. It makes the meat very tender and delicious, and I thought since you were here I might make it for you.”
She wants to do that for me? I’m filled with pleasure at the thought, not just because she wants to cook for me but because that means she’s been thinking about me as much as I’ve been thinking about her. “I would love that. Can I help?”
“You can help me dig the pit,” Leilani tells me, more relaxed. “There’s a spot outside that would be perfect. I can show you.”
I get to my feet to follow her.
Leilani smiles at me and goes to the door of the house that leads outside. The moment she opens it, though, I grab her and pull her back behind me.
Two Ssithri aliens stand there on the doorstep, and they’re staring at my mate with covetous eyes.
“You need to get out of here,” I say, my voice low and deadly. I put a hand in front of Leilani, determined to keep her hidden from their sight. “You’re not welcome on this land.”
The taller of the aliens blinks at me, his expression impossible to read. “I am here to speak to the human female, not you.”
“What can I help you with?” Leilani asks, and her voice is far too polite for my tastes. She tries to step out from behind me.
Just as quickly, I step in front of her again and glare at the two males. I know what they want. They want my mate. Possessive need races through me and I fight the urge to drag her away into the bedroom, out of their sight.
One of the aliens smirks at me and gestures at the second one. “My son wishes to offer a mating to the human Leilani.”
“I have a husband,” she says, outraged. She tries to step around me again, and this time, I put an arm over her shoulders and pull her against my side. She fits there neatly, and the pleasure of that small touch almost makes the burning rage behind my eyes go away.
Almost.
“Tassar is my husband,” she tells them, her spine stiff. I can feel her outrage stiffening her body and the need to protect her grows stronger by the moment.
“We have heard rumor that this is a pretend marriage,” the taller alien says. “My son wishes to offer for you so you can have a real mate.”
Where would he have keffing heard that? I think of the small restaurant, and the long conversation I had with Jutari there, and want to kick myself. Of course someone overheard us there. And because it’s such a small community, no doubt everyone’s heard that we’re marrying just for show.
The thought makes me furious. Leilani is mine. I don’t care if she thinks this is just for show. It’s not for me. It hasn’t been since the moment I laid eyes on her. “This is a real mating.”
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