Page 50 of Alien Rescue

Rose bit her lip. “I see.” Suddenly reckless, she nodded her head. She’d much rather have pleasure than being buried in a hole. Or lie thinking about the nanites in her blood the whole night. “My turn to deal.”

He handed her the pack of cards with a blinding flash of sharp, white teeth.

She lost again.

Zanr turned to her and held out a hand. “Will you do me the honor of doing the first knowing with me?”

Rose stared at the alien kneeling in front of her. He was so big, she felt tiny and vulnerable. But also, feminine and desired. Wanted. Like her family didn’t want her. Like Parnell didn’t want her for anything but to torture and experiment on. She didn’t quite believe Zanr would still want her in a few years. Apart from the fact that she might not have years to live, right now, he wanted her, and she needed that to fill the big, empty hole in her heart.

“What does this first knowing entail?”

He took her hands in his. “I place your hands above your head, and you keep them there while I learn your pleasure places.”

Goose bumps broke out on her skin at the words ‘pleasure places’. “Why must I keep my hands above my head?”

“It is tradition—in the old days we used to chain our breeders for the first knowing.”

She leaned back. “So you don’t do that anymore?” If they did, she was out of here.

“Zyrgin women were good fighters and a warrior had to tie her to do the first knowing.”

“But you don’t force your women anymore, right,” she repeated.

“We stopped after the last Zyrgin breeder died. Females from other races are fragile. They die if you force or hurt them.”

“So, you won’t hurt me. Right?”

He leaned over her, stared her right in the eyes. “I may be without blood, but I have omgraz-ra.”

“In that case, I will be a good loser and do the first knowing with you.” Before the horrible little machines in her blood killed her, she wanted to know him in the most intimate way a woman can know a man.

He stood with her in his arms and the sheer strength it took for him to do that thrilled her. She looped her arms around his thick neck. He walked over to the bed and laid her down gently. This was much better than the floor of the shuttle. It might turn soft when she slept on it, but she always felt trapped.

“I still can’t believe you have a tent like a hotel room. That we are on top of the building where the winds are strong enough to sweep you over the edge, and we don’t feel the wind.” From inside she couldn’t even hear it. The walls remained strong and steady, without feeling as if they moved in on her.

“You are not to speak, my breeder.”

Excitement coursed through her. She could feel her body readying itself for what was to come, felt a hollow pleasure low in her pelvis, and her breasts rose and fell with her excited breathing, her nipples peaking. “All right, my Komodo.”

He took her hands and placed them above her head. Rose pressed her thighs together. Excitement simmered inside her. Even her hair felt electrified.

Zanr let go of her hands and lightly glided his fingers down her wrist, her lower arm, and upper arm, leaving pleasure and heat on her skin. His fingertips were leathery, with calluses that scraped pure pleasure over her skin. She giggled when he lightly brushed her underarms.

“Still, my breeder.”

He took her hands in his and held them gently, and rubbed his thumbs over her palms, as if curious about the softer texture of her skin.

He retraced his path over the insides of her wrists, up the skin of her upper arms, and when he brushed under her arms with the pads of his claws, she giggled again. She’d always been ticklish. And who knew such simple caresses could be this arousing?

His eyes blazed pure red. She knew by now that his red eyes were his emotion eyes. Not necessarily his most dangerous eyes, because when they turned pitch black, he had absolute control over himself. “Still, my breeder. We will start over.”

“What? I can’t help that I’m ticklish.” If he didn’t move on, let her climax soon, she was going to expire from pleasure that needed to culminate in something.

“You have to remain still and quiet, my breeder.”

“Wait a min?”

He placed a gentle palm over her mouth. “Every time you move or speak, I will start over.”

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