Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 85553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
He tenses, a hint of a frown on his face. “So no kisses?”
“No, we can kiss. We can do other stuff too, but if I say I want to go slow, I mean…” I fumble around for the words, thinking. “Like if we’re touching and kissing and I tell you to stop, I want you to stop.”
He pulls back, his expression offended. “You think I would not stop? That I would ignore what you want?”
Oh, I’m really messing this up. “No, I don’t mean that, Skarr. I think you would. I know you would. I am just setting the expectation that I might say no at inconvenient times and I don’t want to feel pressured.”
Skarr gazes down at me with a look of vague displeasure.
“What is it? Tell me so we can talk about it.” His expression is making me anxious, like I’ve gone and borked things already.
“I am tempted to go find a human male and shake him. Are they all so terrible you must give me warning after warning?”
“Not at all,” I protest, scrambling. “But it used to be different amongst our people, and…actually you know what? I’m not going to defend men. I’m just being extra cautious. I would like for us to start with kisses and spending time together before we get to…you know.”
“Before we get to two cocks,” he agrees, grinning at me.
“Exactly.”
“Very well, I shall not go and push Jason into the sand.”
I smother a horrified giggle. “Please don’t.”
He grins at me, pleased at my laughter. “I should like to spend time with you this day, Vivi. Shall we pick out blankets for your new home? And I can bring food and we can eat in here.”
“Honestly? That sounds absolutely lovely.”
“But I would like to kiss you again before all of that.”
We’re being so polite, he and I. With another giggle, I nod. “I would like that, too—”
I can’t get out the words before he pulls me against him, his mouth on mine. This kiss isn’t timid like mine, either. It’s hungry and devouring, showing me all the pent-up hunger inside him and fanning the flames of mine. Skarr’s tongue teases against mine, stroking and caressing and leaving me weak in the knees. I’m aching and my demanding khui is humming when he pulls away and gives me one final, possessive kiss.
So much for being polite.
Chapter
Twenty-Four
SKARR
I want to strut around the camp with elation as I go to get food for my Vivi.
She loves the hut. She wants to spend time with me. She wants to kiss me and get to know me before I extrude both my cocks at her again. She likes being with me. I grin as I wait by the fire for the food to be ready, listening idly to the conversations without paying attention. My thoughts are full of Vivi and how her mouth turned so pink when I kissed her. How sweet her lips felt against mine, how she pressed her body to me, hungry for more.
Initially I worried that the khui would mind-control me into wanting to pleasure her, but now I fear I am the one mind-controlling her. What if she does not truly want me? What if she is not telling the truth? It will destroy me. I must talk to her about it when I return. Confess that I’rec told me all about the khui taking over our minds and making us want to pleasure each other. She has been honest with me, so I must be honest with her, even if it will ruin our fragile truce. I hate the thought.
To think she was worried I would treat her like the human males treat females. I would never. Just thinking about it makes me angry. True, when I first arrived I thought of her as a prize to be won, but now I see her so much more clearly. She truly is my partner, and I cannot fathom not listening to her wise suggestions.
The female making dinner—Colleen—hands me two bowls and I give her a nod of thanks. Jason approaches the fire, talking to Sabrina.
I stick my foot out and trip him as I walk past.
He tumbles to the ground with a yelp. “Hey, what the fuck, man?”
“My mistake. I thought you were someone else,” I say, continuing on. That one was for Vivi and the other human females.
As I approach the new hut—Vivi’s hut—with the steaming bowls, I hear the sound of soft humming from inside. It’s Vivi, making happy noises as she moves around in her home. My heart aches with wanting her. Wanting us.
I do not want her gratitude, or her obligation. I want her to want me because I am fierce and strong and the best male for her.
Waiting outside the door of the hut, I clear my throat. “May I come in?”