The Uncertain Scientist (The Lost Planet 4)

“I’m scared,” she whispers. “I want it so damn bad but am equally afraid.”

“I won’t hurt you,” I vow.

“He won’t,” Jareth growls. “I won’t let either of you hurt the other.”

She hisses as she slides down. Her cunt is hot and tight, not unlike how Jareth feels when I’m inside of him. Difference is, my mortling is nestled between us as she sinks down and her heavy breasts jiggle in an enticing way.

“I…I don’t think it fits.” Her voice is breathy. “I don’t know what to do.”

Jareth leans forward and strokes his claw through a tendril of her hair and he flicks out his forked tongue, licking my ear. “Thrust your hips, Say.”

Thrust.

Once and hard enough to send her breasts bouncing, I do as I’m told. Delicious pleasure zings through my every nerve ending as her body fully sheathes my cock. She digs her useless claws into my shoulder as her lips seek out mine. I let out a groan when I taste her mouth. So rekking sweet! The madness consumes me as I rut into her from beneath her. But all it takes is a calming hand from Jareth to have me slowing. Grace rocks her hips as she teases her tongue with mine.

“The book said to touch her clit,” Jareth murmurs, his voice husky.

“The book?” she cries out in confusion.

“What book?” I moan, lost to the way she feels.

“Focus,” Jareth says with amusement. “Here, let me help.”

I continue to rut into her, but the moment he reaches between us and touches her, a low, needy moan rumbles from her. Her cunt clenches in a way that makes me hiss. Yes. Yesssss. Whatever he does, she loves, which in turn makes me love it too. The sounds she makes are the sweetest ones I’ve ever heard. They grow higher and higher. More erratic and frantic by the second. Then, she’s screaming.

My name.

She screams my name.

Jareth groans in what sounds like pleasure, which is confusing to me, but I’m lost to the moment as I come hard. My seed surges up inside her, chasing away the maddening need quicker than I could have imagined. She falls against my chest heavily and if it weren’t for Jareth’s quick thinking in my dazed state, she would’ve fallen.

He promised to take care of us.

I rekking love him.

Gently, he guides us down onto the bed, pulling her down between us. My lids are heavy. Exhaustion seeps in my bones. I absently pat and meet the soft flesh of her rump. Jareth’s familiar hand threads with mine as I blissfully fall asleep.

7

Grace

Most of the time, I have all the answers.

But being frozen after having sex with my alien baby daddy isn’t one of those times.

I try to move, try to scream, but for some reason I can’t do either. It’s the not knowing that terrifies me as much as being paralyzed. It doesn’t help that Sayer, who’d been so gentle, so much better than I’d ever imagined, has fallen asleep beside me.

If he ever wakes up, I’m going to rip him limb from limb.

Footsteps and then another person comes into view. Jareth. I’d almost forgotten about him. How could I have almost forgotten about him? If I had the ability to shiver, I would have.

He crouches down in front of the bed where I’m stretched out beside Sayer and for the first time since I woke up from cryosleep, his eyes aren’t hard and flashing with anger. They seem…gentle. They don’t burn, they simmer. In them is a heat I understand. I thought he’d be mad about seeing me with Sayer, but he’s not mad at all.

He’s turned on.

I push that to the back of my mind. I’ll deal with everything that’s happened later. Way later. Maybe even never.

Right now, I want answers.

Jareth reaches out a hand and I can smell myself on his fingers. They brush over my hair and his voice is a smooth rumble in his chest. “I see you’re scared, but you have nothing to fear. When we mate, a paralytic agent we call toxica is released once we reach completion. Sayer would have warned you, but he’s been distracted as of late.” A wry smile twists his lips as he pulls his hand away.

I’ll say.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” he says, his thickly muscled arm stretching out again, to caress my cheek this time. His touch is tender, so unlike him it stuns me almost as much as the toxica threading through my bloodstream. He pulls a chair from a nearby desk covered in bits of metal and scraps of paper and situates it on the bedside.

I’ve never been the type of woman who enjoys being vulnerable and I can’t imagine a more vulnerable—or conflicted—position. The last person I’d imagine would be at my side is Jareth.

“The effects of the toxica should wear off after a time. I’m afraid Sayer is out for the night. He doesn’t last long after a good—fuck, I think is what you aliens call it.”