by Dixon, Ruby
“We do not believe you,” the taller alien says.
I’ll just have to keffing show them, then. I turn, look down at my female’s upturned face and plant my mouth against hers in one of the so-called human “kisses.”
Part IV
LEILANI
The kiss that Tassar plants on my mouth is as surprising as it is awkward. His tongue slides all over my lips and he mauls me for a brief moment before he turns and gives the two aliens on our doorstep a triumphant look.
“You see?” he says as I stand there, dazed. “She is my mate.”
They look at both of us with disgust. “Revolting,” says one of the lizard men.
“She is my mate,” Tassar says again. “So get off our land.”
They give us a few heated glares and turn away, and I can practically see the gears turning in the taller one’s head. He’s not giving up. I think Tassar sees it, too, because he grabs me and plants another “kiss” on my face, his tongue swiping all over the lower half of my chin.
I have to fix this.
Tassar watches them leave, practically bristling with anger, and then shuts the door when they disappear from sight. “Keffing fools,” he mutters. “Do they think they can strong-arm me into backing down? To giving you up?” He snorts.
I touch my mouth. “What was that?”
“What was what?”
“Your tongue moved over my face like a windshield wiper not two moments ago!”
“Oh, that?” Tassar gives me an arrogant look. “That was a kiss. I am told that humans enjoy such things.”
“They do,” I agree, and then give a little shake of my head. “But that wasn’t a kiss.”
“Yes it was.” He looks offended that I would question such a thing.
“I’ve been kissed before, and trust me, that’s not how you do it.”
His expression changes and intensifies. He studies me for a long moment and then puts a finger under my chin, tipping it up. “Show me how it works, then.”
Oh, now I’ve done it. I should be upset that he’s calling me on it, that I’ve walked into this verbal trap, but…I want to kiss him. A kiss should be proper, and someone as gorgeous as him is interested in kissing me? I might as well show him the right way to do it. It’s my duty to womankind.
I’m feeling breathless at the thought of kissing Tassar, though. I gaze up at him, at his hard mouth with his firm lips and those fangs that flash every so often. “Well,” I say, and I’m nervous and excited both. “It’s lips on lips. A caress of one mouth to another.”
“Show me,” he says again.
He’s so much taller than me, so I crook a finger, indicating that he should lower his head. Instead, though, he grabs a stool and thumps down upon it, then pulls me against him. When he’s seated, we’re practically the same height, and I can look him in the eye. One big arm is locked around my waist, as if to stop me from running away. As if I’d do such a thing. I lick my lips, because it’s really shameful how much I’m looking forward to this kiss.
I touch his jaw, noting that he’s utterly smooth—no alien beard for him. His suede-like skin feels like heaven under my touch, and I want to pet him all over. That might make things weird, though, and I’d really like to kiss him before shit gets too weird. He’s watching me with that intense gaze of his, and it makes me feel all hot and achy deep inside.
“A caressing of mouths,” I tell him again, and then I lean in and brush my lips over his. It’s the barest of touches, a whisper of mouth on mouth, but it feels like nothing I’ve experienced before. There’s something far more intimate about kissing Tassar, knowing that this is his first one and I’m setting the precedent for all kisses after this.
And because I can’t help but want to make it memorable, I flick my tongue over his lips in a tease as I pull away.
The big alien is silent as he gazes up at me.
“Well?” I ask, breathless. I’m practically panting and all I did was skim my mouth over his.
“Are they all so brief?”
I’m surprised at his question. That’s all he has to say? “No, they’re not all brief.” I can’t keep the annoyance out of my voice. “Here, I’ll do a longer one.” I put my hands on his shoulders, touch a finger under his chin, and then put my mouth on his again. This time, I don’t pussyfoot around. I press my mouth firmly to his, and when his lips don’t part under mine, I make it a personal mission to get him to open up. I nip and suck on his lips, nibbling on his full lower one before moving to the upper lip and grazing it with my teeth. There’s something about his scent and his big body against mine, but by the time I’m done kissing the hell out of his mouth, I’m throbbing with need. Breathless, I pull back and study him. Is he as flushed as I am? Is that sleepy look in his gaze desire or is it boredom? “Well?”
“You didn’t use your tongue that time. I thought there was tongue.”
“Most of the time there is,” I say, flustered.
“You should do it again and show me with tongue.” His arm tightens around my waist. “Once more, and do it properly.”
It occurs to me as I lean in and put my mouth on his that I’m being manipulated. That he’s not as unaffected by the kiss as he pretends to be. And I know it’s true once he tugs me even closer and I’m straddling one big thigh, my breasts pushed against his chest as my mouth slicks over his again. I don’t care, though. I’m far too interested in kissing him to point out his game. This time, I press the tip of my tongue against the seam of his mouth and he opens up for me. I flick my tongue against his, and a hot shudder of pleasure ripples through me when I realize it has ridges, too.
His cock had ridges. I remember that from my shower.
A low moan escapes me, and then his hand is behind my neck and he’s holding me close as the kiss grows deeper. I’m no longer in control, I realize. He’s taken over it. Tassar’s tongue plays against mine and then he’s conquering my mouth one slow, delicious stroke at a time. The world stops existing for me outside of the sweep of his tongue into my mouth, that hot, slow lick that promises all kinds of filthy, exciting things.
And then he pulls away.
I let out a little mew of protest, sounding like the neediest woman ever. His mouth is still temptingly close and I lick my lips, wondering if I can still taste him on me.
“Are you ready yet?” he asks.
“Ready?” I’ve been kissed so thoroughly I have no idea what he’s talking about.
“For mating. For joining me in my bed.” He leans in and nips at my lower lip in a sexy little bite that sends a shudder through me.
Right. I’d forgotten that I made him promise to wait until I was ready. “Still not ready,” I manage to gasp out, though I can’t stop staring at his mouth. I want it on mine again. I’m addicted after just a few quick kisses. For a man that practically licked my face a few minutes ago and thought THAT was a kiss, he sure is a fast learner.
Makes me wonder what else he’ll be a fast learner at.
“If you’re not ready, can I make you ready?” His thumb strokes over the back of my neck.
Oh god, what does that mean? I whimper, and his eyes light up with pleasure at the sound. “What—what did you have in mind?” I shouldn’t be asking. I really shouldn’t…but I can’t help myself. I have to know.
And he gives me a wicked, wicked smile that makes my toes curl.
“I like tasting you,” he murmurs. “I like the sweet honey of your mouth. It makes me want to taste the rest of you.”
“The rest of me?” I echo, even though my thighs are tightening and there’s a quiver in my belly.
“Your cunt,” he says boldly. “I want to put my mouth between your thighs and taste that sweetness that you touched the other day when I saw you in the shower.”
I gasp. I’m torn between shucking my clothing and slapping him across the face for being so very blunt. “You shouldn’t say such things.”
“Why not? It’s the truth. My mouth waters every time I see you, and
“Oh,” I breathe.
“What do you say?” He wraps his hand in my long hair, watching me with utter fascination.
What do I say? The man is offering to give me oral simply because he wants to. It’s not a situation I’d ever thought I’d be in. I’ve had sex before, sure, but trying to get a man to go down on a girl without offering a reciprocal first is like…well, I don’t know what it’s like because I’ve never ran into it before. Ever. My last boyfriend absolutely refused to do oral and I resigned myself to a life where my girl parts were ignored.
And now this stranger’s offering me oral sex like I’d be doing HIM a favor? This is…not what I expected.
“Say yes,” he encourages when I’m quiet. “Let me taste you.”
How can I refuse such a request? He’s sexy, I’m horny, and his tongue has ridges. “This doesn’t mean I’m ready for everything,” I say, trying to establish some control over the situation.
“Of course not,” he says, and gets to his feet. As he does, he picks me up as if I weigh nothing, and I make a noise of surprise and fling my arms around his neck so he doesn’t drop me. “This changes nothing,” he reassures me. “Just that I get to taste you and you still get to decide when you’re ready.”
It feels like there should be a catch. Should there be a catch? Because I feel like there’s a trick somewhere in here. He’s this big, sexy, ridiculously gorgeous alien and I’m a plain-looking human with an extra fifty pounds. These sorts of situations don’t happen to girls like me. “If I say stop, you have to stop,” I warn him.
“Of course. I wouldn’t want to touch you if you weren’t interested.” He sounds disgusted at the thought.
All righty then. I say nothing else as he locks the front door and then carries me back to my bedroom with confident steps. He shuts the door behind him and then sets me down carefully on the bed. His eyes gleam as he gazes down at me. “I don’t understand why you are so shy, Leilani.”
“Shy?” I scoff at his words. “Me? I’m not shy.” I’m a huge liar, though. Shy probably isn’t the right word. Embarrassed, maybe. I just feel completely out of my element around him and I keep waiting for someone to tell me this is all a joke, or I’m reading the situation wrong. Something. Because my heart’s beating like a nervous butterfly in my chest and my pussy is soaking wet at the thought of this man wanting to taste me.
“I would not think of you as shy, no,” Tassar agrees, and traces one finger under my chin. “After all, you are the human female that stroked herself so boldly in the shower in front of me and told me that she had needs, too. And yet your cheeks are flushed and you quiver when I touch you. This tells me you are shy.”
I put a hand to my cheek. It does feel hot. Damn it. “I’m just…not used to this sort of thing, that’s all. Most human males I’ve dated aren’t into that sort of thing.”
“Good,” he growls.
“Good?”
“Yes. Because it means that they are fools. Because it means that your cunt is mine and mine alone. That is why it is good.”
I shudder as he drops to his knees by my bed. “Tassar…”
“I like it when you say my name, shy Leilani,” he murmurs, and my skin pebbles with goosebumps. His hand cups my jaw, and I can feel the calluses on his palm, at odds with the soft peach-fuzz of his blue skin. “And I am here to tell you not to be shy about this. You let me kiss your soft mouth, did you not? Now let me kiss your soft cunt.”
And I moan at those words.
* * *
TASSAR
I have never wanted anything as much as I want Leilani in this moment. She’s utterly beautiful as she lies back on the bed, her dark hair spread around her head like a cascade of silk. I devour her with my hungry gaze, fascinated by the sight of her. She’s delicate and soft, all rounded curves and bountiful breasts. Her hips are full and wide, perfect for my hands to grip, and I’m itching to touch her. More than that, I’m itching to taste her.
Because the scent of her, the nearness of her, is driving me wild. In the few short days that we’ve been together, I’ve become addicted to the scent of her hair when she tosses it over her shoulder, the faint musky scent of her sweat after a long day of work, and the sweet taste of her breath on mine as I kissed her.
Ah, kissing. Clever, clever humans. Of course a mouth should be mated and tongued. It makes perfect sense, and now that I have tasted Leilani’s sweet lips I cannot wait to taste her again.
My people are a possessive people, I think, as I gaze down at her rounded curves. When we find our mate, there is no one more devoted than a mesakkah male. Leilani might not be ready yet, but I will follow her from one end of the galaxy to the next if she just promises me more kisses. No other male will ever touch her or threaten her. No male will ever even LOOK at her again, because she belongs to me.
“Are you angry?” Leilani asks, interrupting my thoughts.
“No, why?”
“You’re frowning.”
Am I? It’s only because I think of the idiots that came to our door earlier and tried to push their claim on my female. If I see them again, they will be dead. I noticed how worried they made her and how uncertain she was. Thinking about it fills me with rage and I have to catch myself before I start snarling at the world. “I am just lost in thought.”
“Those are some thoughts,” she says, her voice tart, and I like that she is impertinent. It means that however she’s feeling, she’s not afraid of me.
“I am frowning because you wear far too many clothes,” I tell her. It’s not a lie. I want her naked and lush and, most of all, underneath me. “Can I take them off of you?”
She bites her lip and gives me another shy look, but nods. Good. I touch the auto-fastener at the collar of her prim tunic and watch as it slides down the length of her body, showing tantalizing bits of brown skin as it does. She wears unfamiliar female undergarments over her breasts, and as I watch, she reaches between them and unsnaps something, and then it falls away from her body.
And then my lovely Leilani is naked on the bed, her clothing falling to the mattress in a heap. She’s just as gorgeous as I remember from that day in the shower, her deep golden skin such a warm shade that it invites my touch. I want to put my hands all over her, to play with those large breasts and caress every inch of her skin. She’s trembling as I gaze down at her, and I want her trembling to be because she needs to come under my mouth, not because she’s nervous.
But I have to go slow. I have to make her ready.
“Have you ever mated with one of my kind?” I ask her.
“Blue aliens?”
“Males.”
Leilani gives an indignant little snort. “Yes to men, no to blue aliens. What about you?”
“No to men, yes to blue aliens.”
She reaches up and smacks my arm in a surprising motion. “That’s not what I meant. Have you ever slept with a human?”
I laugh, pleased at the way she bats at me. Even though she’s half my size, it’s clear she’s not intimidated by me, and I love that. She might be tiny and soft, but she’s fierce, my Leilani. “You are the only human.”
“You mean first.”
I level my gaze at her. “I mean only.” Does she not realize that I’m not doing this for a quick afternoon’s enjoyment? I do this because she’s mine. All mine. “Just as I will be your only mesakkah.”
“We’ll see,” she says boldly, but I can see a flush on her cheeks.
I growl my displeasure. “I do not share, my Leilani. You are my wife and that means you belong to me and me alone. You think I would let another man taste your mouth?” I put my hands on her hips and then skim my fingers down one rounded thigh. “You think I would let another put his mouth on your cunt and taste your honey?”
Her lips part, her eyes soft. She gives a little moan. “God, you’re filthy.”
“I am honest. If you are my mate, this body is mine. These soft breasts and hips are mine. This pretty little cunt is mine.” I lower my head, letting my breath fan over the dark curls of her mound. I want to taste her so badly, but I’m not yet done teasing. “Just like all that I am belongs to you. From horn to tail, I am yours to taste and to pleasure.”
Leilani moans low again and her fingers clench on empty air. “Can I…can I touch your horns?”
“While I lick your sweet cunt? It would give me great pleasure.”
Her breath hitches in her throat and she curls one hand around the base of one horn. Her skin feels heated against the hard plates of my brow, and I didn’t expect it to feel this…good.
“Are you going to taste me, then?” she asks, her voice a mere whisper.
“Oh yes.” I pause for a moment and then add, “When you’re ready.”
Leilani gasps and I can feel her hand clench on my horn. “What do you mean, when I’m ready?”
“I mean that I’ll taste you when you agree to become my mate in every sense.”
“So this is just a tease—”
Her indignant question is cut off by a pounding at the door.
I jump up from the bed, a snarl on my lips. My cock is achingly hard in my trousers, and I want nothing more than to shuck my clothing and climb atop this female and prove to her that we’ve played long enough. That she’s my mate in all ways…but first I have to chase off these fool Ssithri neighbors of hers that don’t know when to stay away. “Wait here,” I tell Leilani.
She grabs at the blankets and pulls them to her chest, hiding her pretty breasts. “Tassar, wait. I should answer the door.”
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