Page 56 of Mutant Mine

Then Roth puts his hands on me, and I might never cool down again.

He thumbs my nipples, strokes with tingling lightness up and down my bare thighs, and kisses my throat and my lips until I’m dizzy and breathless. That sweet, smoky scent is so strong, I can almost taste it.

Then, finally —finally— he eases my legs apart and touches me.

We both groan when his fingertips slip against me.

“Good,” Roth murmurs against my neck. “So good, Rory.”

He rubs me gently — drawing slow, tight circles on my clitthat make me curl my toes and clutch at his shoulders. His fangs press into the arch of my throat.

Warm waves of pleasure wash over me, radiating out from between my legs. Just when I think I’m going to burst, Roth lifts his hand away.

He sucks one wet fingertip, then hums in approval at the taste. It’s both gross and hot.That’s true of a lot of things,I think muzzily.

“Little bird,” he says, his eyes dark. “Can I kiss you?”

“…Yes? Of course, you’ve already…”

“No, I mean…” He strokes my inner thigh with his thumb and holds my gaze. “Kiss you.”

“Oh.” I nod, biting my lip. “… Okay.”

His words cause a hot jolt in my belly — but I’m nervous, too. I already feel so vulnerable, naked and pinned beneath him. The idea of more…

But Roth soon makes me forget myself.

He makes his way down my body, kissing and nipping as he goes. At last, he settles between my legs, hooks my knees over his shoulders, and puts his mouth on me.

“Ahh,” I say out loud at the first slow swirl of his tongue. I think I can feel him smiling.

Every sensation is new, and overwhelming, andsointimate. Roth kisses and licks gently, exploring every inch. He finds my opening and pushes his tongue just inside. Then he starts licking my clit in earnest.

“I-It’s good, Roth... It feels good,” I say breathlessly. Every warm, teasing circle and direct, tingling flick of his tongue sends a ripple through me. I almost want to escape the pressure, it’s so alien and intense — but Roth’s powerful hands grip my hips, not letting me get away, even when I start twitching against him.

Then he closes his damp lips around my clit and sucks.

The climax hits me hard. It knocks the breath out of me. My body clenches and pulses with electric bliss, radiating from my core right down to the tips of my toes. Each new pulse forces a strangled moan from me.

Roth sucks me through it, applying a steady rhythm of pull and release. I grab onto his horns to ground myself — although I don’t know whether I’m trying to trap his mouth against me, or drag him away because it’s too much.

I’ve come before, on my own. But this iscompletelydifferent. I don’t even know what this is.

When I finally manage to drag my eyes open and look down, the view is heart-stopping: Roth’s face between my spread legs, his long, dark hair spilling over my hips, and my hands gripping his horns for dear life. It reminds me of my first half-formed fantasy about him, alone in my bunk, a million years ago.

Once the last pulse of pleasure has been squeezed out of me, I flop back into the pillows, shattered.

Roth wipes his chin —gross, hot —then crawls back up my body and kisses me. Again, I reach down and try to touch him where he’s straining harder than ever against the fabric of his jumpsuit. But again, he pushes my hands away.

“No need,” he murmurs. “Just relax.”

My brain is flooded with happy chemicals right now, but that sends a sharp pang through me. He’s being so patient and kind, I could almost cry.

I should insist on pleasuring him. Iwantto. He’s made me feel so good; I want to do that for him. If I could just…

But I’m way too overwrought to insist on anything. I struggle to catch my breath, sweat cooling on my skin. My eyelids feel heavy all of a sudden — as if I’ve been high, and now I’m crashing.

“Stay warm,” Roth tells me now, bundling me up in thecomforter. “I will bring you some water.”

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