Page 27 of Bela's Bounty
Oh, geez! Birth control was the last thing on my mind! I mean, it’s been a while since I’ve been with anyone, and I’ve been working so much that I’d let my pills lapse, and I just hadn’t gotten around to refilling them. “Thanks.”
She nods, then turns and strides out of the room without so much as a glance back at me. As soon as the door shuts, I run to it and grab the knob. I’m not surprised when it doesn’t turn, but I am surprised at the feeling of panic that bubbles up inside of me. Knowing I’m trapped. Locked in a room to wait for a strange alien male to walk in and fuck me…
My lips start to tremble as I give one more useless tug on the door before turning back to the room.
You can do this, Bela.I take a deep breath and slowly let it out.Just think of it as a one-night stand. You’ve always wondered what having one of those might be like.
My feet drag as I force myself from the door and across the room. I start to sit down on the bed, only to jump back to my feet before my ass has a chance to hit the sheets. Instead, I make my way to the far end of the room where I wait for my first customer.
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Treto
My feet take the short flight of stairs automatically while my mind and my eyes focus on the red plaque attached to a brass key in my hand.
She’smine. At least for an hour.
What am I going to say to her when it’s just the two of us locked in that room?
You’ll tell her you’re here to rescue her, dumbass.
Right. And how exactly am I supposed to do that again?
My feet shuffle to a stop in front of the red door. Her door. The door that matches the small plaque in my hand.
Whatever happens… You willnotjump on her like some sex-crazed juvenile. That is not why you are here.
Except, I feel exactly like an untried hatchling going through his first season. Already my jaw aches with the need to bite my female. To hold her still to receive my—
No! That’s not what we’re here for!
Too late, my cocks are already swelling inside my pouch.
It takes some pacing and deep breaths before I have things under control enough that I can finally slide the key into the lock. The well-oiled tumblers click into place, and the knob turns easily in my hand. With only a slight push, the door swings inward and reveals…. nothing.
Stepping over the threshold, my eyes quickly adjust to the dimly lit room, which appears to be empty. Maybe she’s not here yet? Slowly, I close the door behind me and scan the room. My eyes land on the small bar area, and I’m about to make my way over there to wait for her when a flicker of movement catches my eye.
That’s when I see her. Tucked into the far corner with her back to the wall, my female looks terrified.
Very slowly, I stand up straight as I turn to face her. Her eyes are peeled wide, showing white all the way around the swirls of sand and umber. Lips the same color as the silk that covers her voluptuous body are parted.
Slowly, so as not to startle her further, I place my palm against my chest and bow. “Good evening,” the words come out deep and rough, like gravel. The sound of my voice is foreign to my ears and too loud in this quiet room.
She doesn’t move except to press her lips closed.
Looking down at my hands, I notice how they are covered in scales all shades of red. Scales, not skin, and completely different than what she must be used to. I wonder, does she find me hideous? Is it me she’s terrified of?
The look she’s still giving me sets up an ache in my chest, and I rub my fingers against it. “I’d like...” I try to clear the gravel from my throat. “Can we… talk?”
When she still doesn’t move, I take slow steps toward her. She watches me as I make my way across the room, only stopping when I’m close enough I could reach out and touch her if I wished to. Compared to Rovos’ female, this one is much taller, although she’s still several inches shorter than I am.
I watch as her eyes start at the center of my chest, where my hand is still resting at my sternum, rising slowly up to where, I hope, I’m offering her a comforting smile.
“I—um, I’ve never done this before,” my human tells me.
“You’re an innocent?” Canting my head to the side, I don’t understand what her lack of experience has to do with talking.
“Innocent?” Her brow creases with a frown. “What a strange way of putting it. No, not that. But I’ve never…sleptwith a stranger before.”
