Page 7 of Nita’s Bounty

Nita. It sounds exotic coming from her lips, not like when her friend said it. It’s not a word that will be easy for me to say in my language, but I savor the way it tumbles in my mind. Nita.

Slowly, I press the palm of my hand to my chest to acknowledge her and bow without taking my eyes from hers.

Her cheeks start to change color, darkening slightly, and her expression turns coy. “So, is there anything you’d like to do first?”

My eyes dart behind her to where the sleeping platform takes up much of the room. I don’t mean to zero in on it specifically; I meant to take in the entire room. The direction my gaze takes doesn’t escape Nita’s notice, and her eyes turn heavy. Her tongue slips from between her plump lips, and my cock twitches in my breeches.

Her hips sway with each step that brings her closer to me, and she places a palm against my chest, right over where mine was a moment ago. Her touch ignites my skin like fire. Dragging my gaze down her body, I slowly take in the gauzy robe she wears that doesn’t quite close in the front, offering me a tempting stripe of brown flesh.

My hands ache to reach for her. It’s easy to imagine how her rounded breasts will feel against my palms. The way her breath will catch as I slide my fingertips over her soft stomach, and lower, so I can cup her warm cunt. To feel how wet she is for me as I drag a finger through her silky folds before slipping inside her, where she’ll grip me so perfectly.

She takes another step closer, so close, there is barely enough room for air between us, and I stand frozen as she slowly slides her hand up my chest. My shirt is open at the neck, and my throat bobs when she strokes a finger across the bared flesh. Her eyes slowly lift to mine, and this time when she smiles, I think my heart might explode in my chest.

“Alright then,” her voice is low and husky. “Let’s begin.”

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CHAPTER 5

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NITA

The moment he walks into my room, I recognize Shuvo as the male I saw watching me from across the concourse. Mostly, it’s his body language that gives him away. Up close, he looks very different than I expect. Eyes that I thought were just a dark color are actually all black, without any hint of pale sclera.

Demon eyes.

The first time I noticed them, it was unnerving, but the longer I look, the more used to them I grow. His hair is a perfect shade of platinum that Earth women would spend fortunes to achieve. It’s long, flowing and especially striking paired with his dark gray skin. The black tunic he’s wearing is open at the neck, and I don’t miss the way his throat bobs when I touch him there. The long sleeves are rolled to his elbows, showing off even more of his corded arms.

Letting my hand drop from his chest, I turn away from him and make my way over to the bed. When I turn back to him, he hasn’t moved, but his eyes haven’t strayed from me. Holding his gaze, I slowly slide my robe from my shoulders and let it pool on the floor around my feet. I have a decent figure, even after two pregnancies. I’ve always been on the lean side with curves in all the right places. Yet, I feel strangely self-conscious with the way he’s staring at my nakedness.

His face is expressionless. Does he like what he sees? I’ve never really cared before, but now, with Shuvo, I find myself caring very much.

His eyes narrow, and an airy rumble fills the air between us. It’s a strange not-growl that seems to come from deep in his chest. My breaths turn shallow, and a slow throb begins between my legs. His nostrils flare slightly, and then his expression turns… hungry. A zing of lust makes my pussy clench when his lips part and a dark tongue darts out to moisten his bottom lip, flashing a hint of black fang. Not white enamel, like I expect, but black like onyx. In two strides, he’s across the room.

“My, what sharp teeth you have,” I whisper under my breath when he stops directly in front of me.

Shuvo cocks his head to the side at the reference he wouldn’t understand, and I wave the words away.

“You’re overdressed,” I say louder. Suddenly, I feel every bit as naked as I am, standing in front of him while he’s fully dressed.

Without looking away from me, he reaches over his head, pulls his shirt off and tosses it away. Next, those long, nimble fingers go to the front of his pants, and before I have a chance to savor the striptease, he slides them down his lean legs and kicks them aside too.

My fingers tingle, wanting to reach out and trace each of his rippling muscles suddenly on display. His body resembles a very athletic human man. One who waxes, because Shuvo completely lacks any body hair, except for what is on his head.

Does he feel as smooth as he looks? I wonder, until my gaze reaches his hips, and all similarities to humans disappear.

Oh my. He has two ridged appendages that follow the deep V’s carved into his hips, pointing the way to his massive cock that curves up toward his stomach from between his thighs. It’s a bluish-gray color, darker than the rest of his body, and instead of hanging testicles, they sort of balloon out around his thick base. His shaft tapers up into a blunt tip with a—a part that reminds me of a cobra’s hood that flares out just below the head.

I have to physically drag my eyes back up to his face, where I find him smirking at me.

Like what you see? his expression seems to say.

Shuvo’s eyes drop to my breasts, and his smirk falls away when his attention is taken by the sight of my body, much like mine was by his. When he slowly reaches out for me, I draw in a breath and steady myself, expecting his hands to go my sensitive breasts. Instead, he slides them around my waist and drags me against his solid body. Between us, his cock is a steel bar pressing into my belly. His skin is warm against mine, almost hot, as he slides a hand up my back, carding his fingers under my hair where he cups the back of my head.

My eyelids flutter but don’t close at the sensations that lick across my skin.

The hand palming the back of my head slowly closes into a fist around my hair, and he gently pulls my head back, arching my spine before he leans down to close his lips around one of my nipples. Sparks flare across my vision, and my breath catches on a gasp at the first flick of his tongue over my tight bud. When he adds suction, drawing my nipple deeper into his warm mouth, I moan low and long.

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