Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 85108 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 340(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85108 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 340(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
“Good boy, Rux,” she was saying, as she melted back into her seat and nibbled the berries. “Oh, that’s such a good boy…”
Andi supposed that she ought to at least pretend that Thrax was pleasuring her under the table instead of just sitting down there with his long fingers wrapped around one of her ankles, which was what he was doing. But just as she was about to start moaning, something awful happened—the tabletop became completely transparent!
It happened in a flash. One minute she was staring at the silver dish filled with the weird alien dessert fruit sitting on the table and the next minute she could see right through the table. All the male-wives were visible and almost all of them had their heads pressed between their Queen’s thighs. In fact, Thrax was the only exception—at least the only one that Andi could see.
Shanna could clearly see him too.
“Hey, what’s going on? Why isn’t your male-wife giving you oral pleasure?” she hissed at Andi. “You’re going to get in trouble with Queen Pantyitch if you don’t make him behave and taste you!”
Andi didn’t know what to say. She was still looking down through the table and she wondered if it was see-through both ways. Apparently it was, because a moment later Thrax looked up at her and lifted his eyebrows again. So what do you want me to do now? the gesture said.
Andi knew the answer…though it made her really uncomfortable. Her ex, Brian, had never liked going down on her. He hadn’t liked her scent, he said, which made her self-conscious. What if Thrax didn’t like it either?
She had a quick mental flash of the big Hybrid pressing her panties to his nose and inhaling. Okay, so maybe that wouldn’t be a problem but it was still damn embarrassing to let her partner put his face between her legs!
It wasn’t up to her though. Queen Pantyitch was openly staring at her now with clear disapproval on her face and other women at the table were taking note of where she was looking. In a minute, the whole table would be glaring daggers at her if Andi didn’t hurry up and get with the program.
“Excuse me a minute,” she said to Shanna. Ducking her head under the table, she locked eyes with her partner. “Pretend,” she breathed. “That’s all.”
“As my Queen wishes.” Thrax’s golden eyes were glowing in the dimness and they were half-lidded again, just as they had been when he’d been sucking her nipples. It was a look that said, I want you, as clearly as if he’d shouted it.
Andi felt a shiver of pure desire run through her at seeing that look directed at her but she tried to push it away. They were pretending, that was all. It was going to be really bad for their partnership if they actually started something sexual, so pretending was all they could do. She tore her gaze away from her partner’s and rose to sit upright again.
“Sorry about that—he just needed a little, uh, extra instruction,” she said to Shanna—but loudly enough that she knew Queen Pantyitch would hear her as well. Then she leaned back in the chair, took a deep breath, and spread her thighs.
10
THRAX
Thrax couldn’t believe his luck. How many times had he fantasized about this? About spreading Andi’s thighs and tasting her hot little pussy?
But you can’t really taste her, he reminded himself. You’re only supposed to pretend. You can’t violate her trust by actually licking her—you don’t want to take what she doesn’t want to give.
Very well, he wouldn’t taste her then. But he would mark her with his scent—another thing he’d always wanted to do.
Ducking his head between her spread thighs, he stopped for a moment to admire the soft little mound of Andi’s pussy. She had a cluster of neatly trimmed curls and below that, a soft vertical slit between her plump outer lips.
Thrax wanted badly to spread her with his thumbs—to open those soft lips and reveal her slippery inner folds. But he knew that area was off limits. So instead, he pressed his face between her legs and rubbed his rough cheeks against her tender inner thighs.
Andi stiffened at first and he was afraid she was going to try and push him away. But she couldn’t do that—everyone at the table was still watching them. He pressed harder, rubbing his cheek and mouth against her pussy and breathing in her sweet, feminine scent as he did so. Gods, she smelled so fucking good! His cock was rock-hard and dripping precum under the damn kilt, he wanted her so badly!
At last, Andi seemed to relax. She even reached under the table and grabbed his horns…which immediately triggered a memory.
“That’s right, my beautiful boy—I’ll put you exactly where I need you to be. You just follow my lead and keep licking…just like I trained you…”