Page 21 of A Savage Bargain

Krake flipped me onto my back, then paused to lift a hand to my cheek. I wrapped my fingers around his hand, my heart swelling with the intimacy of our shared moment.

After that quick caress, he pinned me to the bed with his dick. His hips rose and fell with his in-and-out motion. As before, the fullness of him created a growing need within me. His clasper grasped my clitoris this time, and I cried out at the almost animalistic hunger that sparked. As my craving multiplied exponentially with each thrust, he buried his head in my neck, nuzzling my skin.

I heard him sniffing and then?—

He bit me!

Before I could cry out, I realized that the bite didn’t hurt. There was a tight pressure against my skin, the scent of the sea in the air, and then my neck tingled. My entire body vibrated with sexual tension.

Krake increased the tempo of his hips. I rose to meet him, the sound of our flesh hitting somehow heightening my pleasure. When I didn’t think I could rise higher, with a final slam into me, the cool yet warm feeling of his cum releasing pushed me over the edge. I screamed from the strongest orgasm I’d ever experienced erupting within. I panted in time with the waves of the orgasm as they rolled over and through me, slowly subsiding.

Krake lay on top of me, our hearts beating together.

Would sex with Krake always be like that? Damn. Who’d have thought hiding in that storage container would result in this? Earth girls didn’t know what they were missing!

When our breathing returned to normal, Krake rolled off of me and we faced each other. I stroked his cheek, enthralled by his oil-slick skin and bright green eyes. “You liked when I played with your gills?” I teased.

“You know I did,” he growled back, but with a smile.

A hand lifted to touch the area on my neck where he’d bitten me. It still tingled. His hand covered mine and he fingered the area.

“It did not hurt, did it?” he asked, his eyes anxiously searching my face.

“No, it didn’t. Why didn’t it?” I asked with genuine curiosity. “It feels all tingly. In a good way.”

Krake tweaked one of my nipples. “Much like I can smell your—” He thought a moment. “I believe the word is pheromones. Much like I can smell your desire for me, my kind shares other characteristics with your planet’s sharks.”

“The clasper!” I exclaimed in delight. “I knew it reminded me of something.”

“It reminded you of something?”

“I saw a shark documentary that mentioned their, um, mating process,” I said, the tips of my ears burning.

Krake smiled. “Exactly. Your sharks use their… claspers… much the same way. It grabs onto the female. To help with fertilization.”

I felt the blood drain from my face, remembering my earlier rambling thoughts. “Wait, I’m not about to be pregnant with an alien baby, am I?” The last part of the question squeaked out.

“No,” he assured me with a chirped laugh. “Our species are not compatible.”

“I’d beg to differ,” I joked. “I think we’re quite compatible.”

Krake kissed me. “Yes, we are.”

“What about the bite?” I asked, bringing us back to my original question.

“Sharks also bite their mates. They do it to hold her in position. We do it to express desire. Which is why our excretions create a pleasurable experience for the female.”

My hand moved back to the spot on my neck where he’d bitten me. The tingling had subsided to a dull, but pleasant,ache, not unlike residual sensitivity from orgasms. Real-world questions crowded my mind. “Now what?”

“You are an unexpected diversion,” he admitted. “The Collector is stopping at Klaxon, my home world. I wasn’t planning on staying long, but perhaps…”

“I can see where you’re from.”

“Meet my family.”

“You’re already taking me to meet your parents,” I teased.

“I will need to return to work soon,” he warned.

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