Page 71 of Shielded Heart

His groping hand slammed the button and the door opened. Arcanthus stumbled inside, clutching Samantha against him, until his knees bumped the side of the bed. Sam giggled. She released his horns and dropped her legs from his waist, wiggling her hips when he didn’t release her.

He groaned deep, his fingers flexing on her ass.

“Put me down,” she said.

“Never,” he growled.

She pecked a kiss on his lips. “Please?”

All he could manage was a frustrated grunt. His body had no intention of relinquishing its hold on her—it neededthis contact between them, neededher—but, somehow, he forced himself to comply. After he released her, his muscles tensed and strained. He clenched his fists at his sides to keep from grabbing hold of her again.

Samantha stood on the bed, leaving her half a head taller than him, and slipped her hands beneath his robe. Starting at his shoulders, she smoothed her palms down his arms, shoving the garment down. It fluttered to the floor a moment later.

She settled one of her hands on his chest, directly over his heart, and met his gaze for a moment. With a smile, she climbed off the bed.

Arcanthus turned his body to face her. When he raised his hands to reach for her, she shook her head.

“No. Not yet,” she said with surprising firmness. Following its path with her gaze, she slid her hand down his chest and over his abdomen, stopping at the belt of his loincloth.

His skin quivered beneath her soft touch, his lips parted, and his tongue pressed against his lower teeth as he released a slow, shaky breath. This was a side to Samantha he’d not yet seen—a side that might’ve taken weeks to awaken without the aid of thegurosh.

“I am at your command, little terran,” he rasped.

“Good. Because I want to put my mouth”—she hooked a finger under his belt—“on you.”

Arcanthus’s eyes flared. His cock strained against the cloth holding it in place. “Tell me where, Samantha.”

She worried at her lower lip—which was already swollen from his kisses—and dropped her hand to cup his groin. “Here.”

He groaned against the shockwave of pleasure that blasted outward from her touch. The tip of his tail curled in delight. He wanted to give her control, to let her take whatshewanted, but it was so difficult to restrain himself, so difficult to hold back.

“Show me,” he said.

Samantha removed her hand and returned it to his chest. She pushed him toward the bed. “Sit.” She hesitated for a moment before adding, “Please.”

Despite the discomfort born of his need, Arcanthus chuckled. She couldn’t possibly know what she was doing to him, couldn’t possibly know his desire was being rocketed into the cosmos. She couldn’t possibly know howsexyshe was right now. He loved her bashfulness, loved how easy it was to make her blush, but he hoped she retained some of this confidence when she sobered up.

He eased himself onto the edge of the bed, settling his palms on the blanket behind him, and spread his thighs.

Samantha stepped closer, placed her hands on his knees, and slowly knelt in front of him. Arc barely held in another groan; seeing her between his legs, knowing what she was about to do, was nearly his undoing.

Perhaps I should’ve taken myself in hand earlier. At least then I wouldn’t stand as much a chance of embarrassing myself before she even touches me again.

He met her gaze and held it. His tail brushed against her hip. “Do with me as you please, little terran.”

There was a glint of determination in her eyes as she scooted closer and moved her hands to his belt. She unclasped the buckles and peeled away the long front cloth, dropping it onto the bed beside him. Then her small, delicate fingers unfastened his under wrapping—the only thing keeping his cock mostly in his slit. Anticipation welled in his chest; the pressure and heat within him were so immense, so powerful, he could scarce draw breath.

Her eyes flicked up to his briefly before she pulled the under wrapping away.

His cock sprang free of his slit. Though it eased some of the pressure, his discomfort only increased.

Samantha shrieked and fell backward, catching herself on her hands. Her eyes were wide and fearful as she stared between his legs.

Arcanthus’s brows fell. “It’s not going to bite you, Samantha.”

“It-It’smoving! It’ssplit!” She slapped a hand over her mouth, leaving her voice muffled when she asked, “Did I break it?”

“It’s not broken!” Arcanthus grasped the loincloth on the bed beside him, meaning to cover himself, but stopped before he did. Though his pride was stung, he had to remember she was a terran who’d only recently come to Arthos; what experience would she have had with alien genitalia? He’d seen what male terrans had between their legs—their species was rather tame compared to some.

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