Page 26 of An Alien for the Farm

“I spent all night reading,” he whispers, gaze shifting to my lips.

“Reading?”

“Learning…” His voice is so low, and his complete focus is still on my lips. “As I mentioned, Liora…I am a good learner.”

My breaths are little pants. I try to clear my throat but nothing happens. “Wh-what were you learning about?” I whisper now.

“Humans.”

I stop breathing. Zynar doesn’t continue. Instead, his gaze shifts up from my lips painfully slowly. Moving over the arch of my nose to my brow then to my hair before dropping back to my eyes.

The intensity in his gaze makes me shiver.

“Eleanor,” he murmurs, his arm still firmly around my waist, keeping me balanced. “I don’t want to offend you again.”

“You didn’t—” I start to say, but he interrupts me, his voice a deep rumble.

“I could feel it.”

When he says that, his chest moves under where my palm’s still pressed against him and my focus moves to the spot. My breathing picks back up as I stare at him.

Is his color different? His scales were more purple and blue, with dashes of pink, weren’t they? Right now, they look pinker. I’m distracted when another rumble goes through him.

“Little Bird,” he whispers. “There’s not much information on your species in any archive.”

I release a short laugh through my nose. “That’s because we’re not supposed to be here. None of us are supposed to be out here. At least, not yet. I’m afraid, Zynar, you won’t learn much about us that way.”

“I found one archive. Cultivated by a rebel named Kyro. Through his research…I did learn…one thing,” he murmurs, voice getting lower and I become aware he’s still balancing me on his arm. That I’m still tilted back and he’s holding me against him. But it’s the sound in his voice that catches my attention.

“You learned something?”

“Yes. And I would like to show you.”

9

ZYNAR

The mouth touching is a strange practice. One I’m not sure how to apply successfully, but the moment my lips hit Eleanor’s, her entire body stiffens and so does mine.

We stay there for clicks, not even the sound of our breaths disturbing the air as we stare at each other. But even though I have no clue what I’m doing, I’m sure this is the right practice. I’m sure this is what I was supposed to do last sol. This is what my Liora wanted.

Something passes in her gaze as she looks up at me, frozen in a sort of panic that keeps her still even though her core-beat thunders in her chest. And in mine, my core-beat does the same.

I increase pressure a little, pressing my lips against hers some more and Eleanor’s eyes flutter closed. Her lips open slightly and I almost fall to my knees to roar a battle cry of victory. She’s opening to me. Accepting me.

It’s more than I expected and I purr without inhibition, pulling her tighter against me as I open my lips and do everything I read on that research archive last sol.

I slip my tongue to touch her lips. A groan rumbles through me immediately. Eleanor tastes like the sweetest sucre from the Isles of Madora. When my tongue slips past her lips to meet her own, I hear the softest little moan that makes my cock harden immediately. Eleanor grips me, blunted digits digging into my scales as I press her tighter against me. I don’t mean to do it. Don’t mean to push my tongue farther into her mouth. Don’t mean to let my arms stray from where I’m holding her firmly against me. But like a storm ripping me from where I’ve been planted, my tongue delves into her mouth and her moan travels right into my throat, making me purr harder.

Her body melts against mine. I feel the roundness of her behind as I grip it and fasten her to me so she doesn’t fall. The softness of her entire frame.

When her tongue meets mine, rolling over it, playing with it, I almost fall to my knees again.

Something happens within me. Like a lock being broken. My core-beat stutters and something new blooms deep inside.

The contact intensifies, our tongues dancing together in a primal rhythm that’s so intimate it’s now immediately clear why this act is noted about her species. Eleanor’s hands slide up to my shoulders, clinging to me as if I’m her anchor. The heat just underneath her skin spreads through me like a raw connection that goes beyond words. Every brush of her tongue against mine sends waves of electricity through my body, igniting a fire I didn’t know existed.

Her taste, her scent, everything about her is intoxicating. I want more, need more, but I also want to savor this moment, to let it stretch into eternity. Claws pulled in, my digits roam over her back, feeling the delicate curve of her spine, the softness of her skin. She arches into me, pressing closer, her body melding with mine.

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