When She’s Handy – Risdaverse Short Story Read Online Ruby Dixon

Categories Genre: Alien, Alpha Male, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Novella, Paranormal Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 29593 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 148(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
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She settles down on my length, gasping as she eases onto my cock with little rocking motions of her hips. When she’s fully seated on me, she wriggles in place and then quivers all over. “Wh-what’s the thing above your cock? I meant to ask about it last time.”

“My spur?” Melody keeps squirming, and when I move a hand between us, I realize my spur is rubbing at the apex of her pink folds, right where her clit is. Aha. “Do you not like it?”

She wheezes. “S’great.” Her nails dig into my arms and she clenches around my cock. “So great. Oh, fuck, I can’t think straight like this.”

I stroke her back again, even as she continues to squirm atop me. Kef, I want to just knock her to the mattress and rut her like an animal, but I admit that I like seeing her losing control like this. “I could hold you like this forever,” I tell her. “For hours on end.”

The whine she lets out is beautiful.

“Patience, my sweet scrapper. Good things come to those that wait.”

She gasps, her lungs working like bellows even as her cunt clenches around me again. “Five…years…wasn’t…enough?”

“Mmm. You think you’ve waited long enough? Is that what you’re saying?” I reach out and palm one breast, caressing her nipple with my thumb.

Melody combusts all over again, clenching around me and climaxing with a small cry. She clings to me, gasping and shivering.

I haven’t moved. It’s killing me, but I haven’t moved a single muscle. I’m not the most experienced of mesakkah, but I know that an orgasm tastes best when it’s teased for a while. So I toy with her breast even as she shifts her weight atop me, constantly moving as if she’ll somehow find a position that won’t be making her crazy. “Tell me you want to come again.”

“That…that was three.” She bites her lip, and her cunt ripples around me again.

“Tell me you want this. That you want me to take you and make you feel incredible.” I’m greedy for her words, greedy for her to tell me how this makes her feel.

Melody turns soft, dazed eyes to me, her lips parted. “Tell me you’ll stay with me forever this time.”

Her words gut me. “Forever,” I vow to her, aching. “I promise.”

Her eyes brim with tears and she leans against me, her forehead pressed to my cheek. She strokes my face, even as she rocks her hips over mine.

“My mate,” I tell her reverently. “My sweet, perfect mate.”

“Yours,” she agrees.

She remains in my lap, seated and twitching, as I stroke her soft skin and murmur to her just how much I adore her. How I’m glad we took the time to get to know one another because it’s been the best month of my life, and everything I learn about Melody just makes me love her more. I love her stubbornness. I love her impulsivity. I love that she can look at a pile of garbage and see the potential for a future project. I love that she hates losing in a board game but is determined to win the next time. I love that her eyes shine when she gazes up at me.

I love that just watching her move around the room is enough to get my cock hard and aching for her, yet she was fine with us taking the time to wait.

No more waiting. She’s mine now. I put my hands on her hips and drag her down, pressing up as she does. She gasps, the movement seating me deep into her. I lift her up and then pull her back down on my cock once more. I take control of her movements, using her body and working her over my cock. She moans, her head falling forward as I shuttle into her. I can feel the tension in her frame, the tremble of her body as she builds toward her next climax. I slide her forward so my spur moves against her clit when I pull her down, and her cries become as frantic as I feel.

This time, when I come inside her, it feels like a claiming.

I hold her tight, my arms locking around her as we both struggle for breath. “Forever, Melody.”

CHAPTER

SIXTEEN

MELODY

I wake up the next morning and roll over in bed, reaching for Brux.

He’s not there.

I should have known it the moment I awoke, because my bed is narrow and his big body wasn’t taking up the majority of the space. There’s too much room for my limbs here without him. Even so, I touch the far side of the bed and it’s cold, and panic sets in.

He’s gone. He left me again.

A dish clanks in my kitchen, loud. There’s a quiet curse, and I roll over to see Brux moving around at the counter, his tail swaying ever so slightly as he stirs something.


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