He turned and snatched her wrists. “Some being wants another spanking.” He made his voice low and suggestive.
Her body responded, nipples beading up. She licked her lips and angled her head back to look up at him. The heat of her skin through his shirt tingled against his bare torso, bringing every cell alive.
“Lovely little female. If you were mine to mate, I’d keep you naked at all times.”
She gave his chest a shove, which didn’t move him back a centimeter.
In fact, he stepped even closer, bringing one leg between hers and bending his knee to bring his thigh against her sex. His pulse stuttered when she rocked that perfect pussy down to meet it, lids going to half-mast.
“That’s...ridiculous.” She sounded breathless. The ridiculousness of his statement didn’t make her stop grinding.
He looped an arm around her waist to hold her firmly against him and dropped his palm to squeeze her tight ass while she rocked slowly forward.
My female requires sating.
It was his job, after all. A female in season experienced discomfort if she didn’t receive constant release. It would be cruel of him not to see to her needs.
“You’d keep me like a sex slave?” The breathy quality of her voice negated any pretense of offense.
He grinned. “Veck, yes. I’d hide you away from any other males. Keep you tied up, naked. Available for my pleasure at all times.” He dragged his teeth down the curve of her neck, bit her shoulder.
She ground down harder, faster. “You’re...sick.”
He used both hands to pull her ass cheeks apart, wriggled a finger against her anus.
She gasped.
“Are you sore here from your vecking, baby? I’ll go easy on your sweet little pucker.”
He swallowed her moan with a hot, demanding kiss, tongue licking into her mouth, twining with hers.
“Tomis,” she panted, when their lips broke apart.
He leaned his forehead against hers, helped her rock her delicious pelvis over his thigh with one hand on her ass, while a finger from the other hand continued to massage her back hole.
“I am sick, starshine. You make me so vecking feverish, I can’t even see straight.”
A needy, impatient cry came from her lips, and she fumbled frantically at his pants.
“Oh stars, no.” His palm shot to cover hers, pressing her fingers around his cock through the material of his pants. “Don’t let it out, or I’ll throw you down and veck you so hard and long you won’t walk for three planet rotations.”
She closed her fingers around the outline of his cock and squeezed. “Promise?”
“No, no, no,” he groaned, but urged her hand to stroke him, rubbing up and down, the fabric of his pants only enhancing the experience.
She gripped his cock and pulled it in the direction of her pussy, which had left a wet spot on his pants where she’d ground. “Pretend I’m your mate, Tomis. Show me what you’d do.”
“Veck, Talia. Don’t do this to me. I don’t want to—” He gave his head a hard shake to clear it.
Master Seke’s daughter. Not. Mine. To take.
“I want it,” she chanted. “I need it.” She slapped his shoulder. “Dammit, Tomis, stop being such an ass.”
Discipline. He attempted to drag his brain back online. She required discipline. He was her master. He’d punish then please her. It would give them both relief.
He dropped to one knee and pulled her over the other, presenting her ass for chastisement.
Her fingertips reached for the ground, legs kicked. “Damn you, Tomis!”