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Not like I could forget what it felt like to be tucked against his rock-hard abs and side, how his warmth wrapped around me. I particularly loved the smell of him at the end of a workday, when his skin had a hint of sweat from the warm kitchen but had also absorbed all the savory cooking scents.
Chapter 11
Rex
My female was unusually quiet when we walked home after the bar had closed. Normally, I’d enjoy listening to her tell me about her day. She had a gift for describing the patrons and her encounters with them that often made me laugh. I worried when I was in the kitchen and she was waiting tables by herself, even though I knew that Drova didn’t allow his waitress to be interrupted in her work too much.
Her stories made me feel like she was doing alright. They made me feel like she’d come so far and that I’d done the right thing by getting her to work at the bar. She felt useful, like her own person because she was earning money, most of it through tips. My Kara today was a far cry from the little stray I’d picked up in the back alley half a week ago. She was bolder, smiled broadly, and didn’t fear speaking when she had something to say. Even Drova didn’t intimidate her anymore, but hewastreating her with kid gloves; he knew she was under my protection. I would crush him in a heartbeat if I found out he’d harmed her or put her in harm’s way.
My Rhico neighbor was coming home at the same time we were, something we’d managed to avoid until now. I heard his heavy footsteps before I saw him, but my tension instantly mounted. The male wasn’t all bad, but he wasn’t trustworthy, and I didn’t want him to know I had a female in my home at night. I was a strong fighter; I had a reputation not to be messed with, but even I couldn’t fight impossible odds.
Tucking Kara even closer, I was tempted to pick her up and dash for it. The male rounded the corner ahead of us, blocking that option. I spun us into an alcove instead, pressing Kara against the wall and shielding her with my body. Rhico didn’t have a very sensitive sense of smell, and they didn’t have the best eyes either, but their hearing was fantastic. Kara made a startled noise that made the male jerk a glance over his shoulder, and on instinct, I dropped my mouth to hers and covered the noise.
It was a mistake to give in to that primal urge. Her sweet lips against mine made me lose all sense, reverting me to the hormone-driven adolescent I’d once been. My body pressed closer, and my lower hands picked her up, spreading her thighs to make space for me between them. I should have stopped; I should have asked her if this was okay, but her sweet scent urged me on. She was aroused, her body onboard, and that was the sweetest enticement. It was almost enough to make me forget about the Rhico stomping around behind me, and how I wanted to hide my mate from him.
Kara curled her small hand around the back of my neck, her blunt nails scraping deliciously across my skin. Her fingers tangled in my hair, and the tug on my scalp set my blood on fire. Rhico? What Rhico? Nothing mattered except my mate and getting more of her taste, more of her soft sighs and sounds.
Our tongues tangled as I slipped mine between her lips, and she shuddered against me. It reminded me we were more than just mouths, and my hips jerked forward, pressing against her core. She could not mistake the bulge of my cock for anything but what it was—my fierce, blatant desire to fuck her. Against this wall if she’d let me. Her scent was growing stronger, moreurgent, which evoked a deep sense of satisfaction. Everyone would know that she wanted me,me.
That thought was what slapped some sense into me, and I pulled back with a gasp, my spine prickling, and my belly clenching with a hint of shame. Inside my pants, my tai ached as they curled around the base of my cock, rather than holding my female to me as I took her. I did not want to lift my head from my mate when she looked so pink and mussed, her lips wet from our kissing. Forcing myself to look over my shoulder, I assured myself that my neighbor had gone inside and the streets were once again empty.
“Safe?” Kara whispered, proving that my clever woman had sensed the danger, just as I had. My chest ached when I was forced to wonder if she’d only let me kiss her because she thought she couldn’t call out to stop me. The soft, warm look in her eyes, the heat of her scent, assured me I did not need to worry.
I nodded, my clenched lower hands unable to release her curvy rear. My cock still pressed tightly against the juncture of her thighs, against her heat, where I wanted to sink deep. “Let’s go home, Rex,” she said, her hands still on my neck, stroking gently over my skin and into my hair. A silent groan wrenched from my chest at the sensation, and her legs hugged me tighter around my hips, pressing us even closer together. Fuck, she felt so damn good in my arms—I never wanted to let her go.
My lower hands were always closed into fists at rest, allowing me to hang from a tree limb even if I slept. For a tree-dwelling species like mine, that was the perfect path of evolution. Right now, it was less than perfect, because I did not have thestrength to release my grip around her ass. There was no way I could manage to put her down when passion and protectiveness blended in a volatile mix inside my veins.
Taking a step with her in my arms, our cores rubbing together as I walked, felt like insanity too. Insanity I could not stop, and from the way my mate’s fingers dug into my skin, she didn’t want me to. Crossing the street and unlocking my door felt like walking a mile, but it only took ten seconds. Then, we were enclosed in a sheltered space, alone with nothing but darkness.
My mouth found hers, claiming it frantically, and my female responded like wildfire, bursting into flame in my arms. I could not stop what happened next; I didn’t want to. This was inevitable anyway, and it was about time Kara found out what lengths a Pretorian mate went to when pleasing his female.
Chapter 12
Kara
I never believed in all that fated mate stuff, not the way some of my friends at college went on about finding their one and only. In hindsight, some were probably more interested in the big fancy wedding, the two kids, and the dog. The stability of a warm and safe home was appealing to them, but I was starting to learn that you didn’t need fancy words and a white picket fence to have that.
Not when I had my alien chef and four strong arms around me. I knew that there was no safer place in the galaxy than right here with Rex. And lust? We had plenty of that — the very explosive and passionate kind. Ever since that kiss, I’d been dying to feel more of it, to have another taste of Rex. Tonight he was delivering, and I didn’t even care that this had started as a ploy to hide me from some stranger on the street. I didn’t want the moment to end, no matter where it led.
His mouth on mine, his hands on my ass, and the heavy ridge of his cock against my folds were enough to drive any girl crazy. I moaned shamelessly in his arms, pressing closer so I could find friction against that impressive bulge. He felt hot, and his mood spots were a deep flushed fuchsia, the darkest pink I’d seen yet. The room was dark, Rex’s home was barely insulated against the cold desert nights, but even without the heater, I didn’t feel it. Not when he was blazing so much warmth.
Without lifting his head from my mouth, we moved across the room to the hammock, and my heart rate spiked when my backcollided with the blankets and pillows. I swayed, caged in his arms but cradled by the hammock. In the dark, Rex’s green and yellow eyes glowed like a cat’s might; combined with the soft starlight coming through the window, it was the only light by which to see. He moved his upper hands between us in rapid motions that I couldn’t understand, but I sensed their urgency.
“I want you, Rex,” I said when he paused and tilted his head in what was his way of asking a question. It was apparently the right thing to say; I could feel his chest vibrate beneath my fingers as I said his name, his eyes growing hooded as his eyelids lowered. I clung to his upper shoulders when he started to move, his lower hands massaging my ass before gliding down my legs to free my feet from my boots, the upper hands holding me steady against the gentle sway of the hammock.
My boots loudly thumped to the floor in the silence, only our heavy breathing filling the air between us. He started pulling my pants down next, and my breathing hitched in my throat, desire curling harsh and heavy through my belly; it made my passage spasm. The cold air on my exposed flesh made my skin break out in goosebumps, but that didn’t last long. Rex made sure to run his warm, callused hands along my skin. He groaned when his thumbs brushed along the creases of my thighs, right at the edge of my panties.
Bucking in his grip, my nerves hypersensitive, I moaned in anticipation. I wanted him to touch me there, where I needed his touch the most. At the same time, I didn’t know how to ask him to hurry up in any way but to press closer, letting my legs fall open in his grip. I was very willing to do whatever he wanted, anything for my Rex, especially when he looked at me the way he did now, like I was the most precious being in the world.
He inhaled deeply, his thumbs brushing again. They feathered a touch over the gusset of my panties that made me see stars. It was not enough— not nearly enough— but it made my body jerk in his grip as he stroked with the lightest of pressure over my clit. A precursor of what was to come.
“Take them off, please!” I begged him, my nails digging into his skin. I could no longer reach his shoulders; he’d risen to his feet and towered over me, all gleaming red skin and ridged muscle. My fingers now clung to his forearms, his upper arms at my hips to hold me in place. I was trapped so he could look his fill, but I didn’t mind, I felt safe. Rex was all man, a little older than my ex-boyfriends, experienced. He’d take good care of me, I knew it.
His fingers hooked into my panties and pulled, the fabric wet from my arousal as it slid down my legs. He trailed his fingers through the evidence of my desire, traced it right to the source, and stroked through my folds. I arched, my hips canting toward him though I had absolutely zero leverage. My legs dangled over the edge of the hammock, and his hands kept the rest of me pinned against the soft fabric and blankets.
He sank to his knees, and that brought my gently swaying body to the perfect eye height for him. I didn’t miss the pleased smirk on his face when he discovered this, and then I got to see his eager, heat-filled expression in all its glory. He flicked on the light with one hand, and that made me squirm. Now that he had a perfect view of my folds, would he think they looked weird? Alien? Did he like it?
The growl that rattled from his chest was almost inaudible as it wrenched through his damaged vocal cords. Mostly, though, I sensed it through my trembling legs, which he pressed againsthis shoulders. Then he was leaning in, and his tongue swiped through my folds in a bold move. He slicked it over my clit, and when that made me moan, he did it again and again. The orgasm that rushed through me was quick and sudden, trembling through my belly with hard spasms.
