Page 20 of You're Not My King!

I shook my head. “I don’t understand.”

“Wrong hole.”

Oh. I frowned.

Oh. Did he…?

I snorted. Did he think I didn’t know where his dick went?

“Not wrong,” I corrected him after a beat, fondly amused. “Just different.”

“Diff-runt,” he parroted, mulling the word over. He released my hair and slowly, almost tenderly, trailed the backs of his claws over my cheek, down to where my spit-slick lips still hovered over his dick. “Hoo-man diff-runt.”

I nodded. “Guess so.”

He smiled, responding with a nod of his own, and since he hadn’t told me to stop, I picked up where I’d left off. I couldn’t take it all, not much more than the tip really, but I didn’t think the dude would knock points off for that. I sucked and bobbed, swirling my tongue over the leaking slit and using my hands wherever my mouth couldn’t reach, squeezing and jerking, paying particular attention to the thicker base, where he seemed to enjoy the pressure most.

The textured, gill-like slits on the sides of his shaft oozed and fluttered with his arousal, the skin scorching and so slippery it was like holding a melting ice cream in the summer sun. It was both fascinating and really, really hot. I’d watched a lot of weird and kinky porn since I’d figured out what my dick was for, but all of it had been human. Never had I attempted to board the monster-fucker train, or fantasized about alien cock or tentacles and the like, but the main lesson I’d learned in the last thirty days was to never say never.

And honestly, yee-haw for alien abduction ’cause jerking and sucking on lee-zurd popsicle was fucking fire.

I was so hard it hurt. Voh-ack’s sexy as hell grunts and snarls as he rocked up into my mouth and fists had me desperate to shove a hand over my bulge to ease the ache. But I didn’t. I needed both hands to get my alien off, to work more of those moans out of him, and distract myself from everything that had happened in the last month.

To finally be in control of something.

I twisted my wrists and lowered my lips an inch, gagging around the head, and I felt the very second he was on the cusp of coming. His chest heaved and his clawed fingers fisted in my hair as he growled and tensed. His cock pulsed, growing a little harder, and I braced for the hot splash of cum down my throat, but it didn’t happen. All the signs were there, but he just got wetter.

Did he not come like us?

Was he having some type of internal orgasm?

I peeked up at him, and his fangs were bared, the peak of pleasure clear in his expression. I may have known nothing about alien anatomy, but I knew an O face when I saw one, and that, lads and lasses, was probably the hottest one yet. I moaned around my mouthful, slick and spit dripping down my chin, but I didn’t care, I just kept working my hands until he calmed.

Almost as soon as he stopped shaking, Voh-ack growled again—this time louder, more primal, more possessive, and I realized I wasn’t afraid—before dragging me off his cock, hands hooked under my armpits to lift me onto his lap. Embarrassingly, I squeaked in shock at the easy manhandling, but it tapered off to a whimper as he crashed his mouth over mine. I was not opposed to being kissed as if I was the last bubble of oxygen to a drowning man.

Not one bit.

Keeping our lips joined, I scrambled until I was straddling him, desperate to feel the friction of my clothed ass rubbing over his still-hard dick. Voh-ack snarled into my mouth, and I swallowed the sound into my lungs, whining at the vibration in my throat. I was burning up, heat rising from my belly to my spine, fogging my senses until all I could smell, hear, and feel was Voh-ack. My pants were sticky in the front, my cock dripping wet, and I really hated that I wasn’t naked right the fuck now—a total one-eighty from how I’d felt earlier.

Was this dude’s jizz an aphrodisiac?

Or was it just him?

VO’AK

Roo-bin Caar-tur. An unusual yet fitting title for the extraordinary Earth creature.

I was not disappointed.

The instant I had sensed his presence in my territory, that thrum of familiarity in my breast, I had doubted that an outlier could make a worthy soul-companion. I had been… hasty in that belief. Not one being in the entire galaxy could deny he was a prize, a delicious morsel—I would carve out their entrails if they disagreed—and now that his taste lingered on my lips, I hungered to consume. I would not pretend that his landing had not caused disruption, commanding my thoughts and stealing away my focus from clan matters, but his soft, scaleless hands on my skin, and his slick tongue mating with my mouth and cock had made the interference worth it.

Since our encounter in the Un’tymt Forest, when his breath had caught and his pale blue eyes had met mine through the shroud of his onyx mane, an ember of primal need had burned in my chest, growing brighter with his increasing closeness. His wriggling body, hot and eager for the pleasures Iintended to give him, was seated firmly in my lap, and he wanted. Of course he did. I was not unaware of my many qualities. I was the strongest and fastest of all Ly’zrd, also appealing in face and body. It was only natural that he ached to mate, craving my touch. He may have fought his desire initially, resisted fate, but even his uncertainty—and awe of my cock—could not disguise that fire underneath. The intrigue. The small, twitching bulge in his loincloth rubbed against my belly, his fingers dug into my back, and I knew without doubt that he was ready for me.

“Bare?” I urged, using a word known to us both, hoping it earned his approval. He had refused my attempt once already, or had not understood, seemingly content with carrying out his own worship, but I was impatient to rid him of his ceremonial garb. As mouthwatering as he looked with his milky hide draped in the fur of the sacred alfa’wlyf beast I had slain in his honor, I believed he would be resplendent in nothing but the silver jewels adorning his face and rounded ears.

I could not hold my near-silent purr as the little hoo-man nodded his assent and began aiding me in his undressing. It mattered not; the primal sounds I made aroused him—his pretty, lean cock strained between us to prove it. Another rumble tickled my throat as my gaze ate up every inch of skin now exposed. My speed waned, yet my need soared.

In my thirty-four years of life, I had never encountered anything so… exquisite.

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