Page 76 of Bela's Bounty
I want to hate this boy for taking Sone’s spot, and I feel my lips curl back with a growl just before I force myself to swallow it down. “There is much for you to learn.” I clamp a hand, perhaps a bit harder than necessary, on his shoulder. “It took Sone revs to become an expert of every nuance and quirk in this ship.”
Brox’s face lights up with my praise.
“Welcome aboard theShade,” I tell him.
Igid snorts; she isn’t going to be won over quite so easily. “Don’t get too comfortable,Pup.”
“I’ve been accepted by everyone on this crew but you.” Brox flashes her a smoldering grin. “It won’t be long before I’ve got your acceptance too.”
“Don’t count on it.” With a haughty roll of her eyes, Igid storms past him and disappears into the hallway.
My eyes flick from where Igid stormed off to Brox, and then to Rovos, who shrugs. Hmmm.
* * *
Bela
I wake slowly to shallow puffs of warm, sweet-smelling breath on my face and a finger stroking softly across my cheek. My eyelids are heavy, and it takes a few tries before I can get them to crack. The first thing I see is Treto’s face. His chin is resting on his folded arms with a smile tugging at his lips.God, he’s beautiful like that.And I realize I haven’t seen him smile nearly enough.
“How do you feel?” he asks me.
How do I feel?Floaty.“Perfect,” I say.
He hums, a deep throaty vibration that reminds me a little of the rumbling sound big cats make, before pushing himself up and reaching for me.
“Where are we going?” I ask, snuggling against his chest when he has me gathered in his arms. He’s wearing clean clothes, and he must have showered while I was asleep because he no longer smells like blood, but like himself. A comforting scent that is warm, musky, and all Treto.All mine.
“To bed,” he growls low and deep.
Heat blooms through my chest and between my legs. I glance up at him coyly through my eyelashes. “But I just woke up.”
“No one said anything about sleeping.”
I’m wet for him in an instant, and I don’t know how he knows, but suddenly we’re bolting down the funhouse corridors before bursting into his room.
“Naked.Now,”he growls when he tosses me into the middle of the narrow bed before he all but rips his shirt over his head. As soon as he bares his chest to me, I’m frozen. Stupefied. Enamored.Awestruck.And I need him.So fucking bad!
Lean, scale-covered muscles ripple across his shoulders and down his perfect washboard stomach. Choosing to forgo the med-bot so I could use it, he must have had someone stitch up the spot where Volethos gored his shoulder. His thick chest pumps from his heavy breathing as he watches me watch him. When his hands go to the fastening of his pants, I lick my lips, and he groans.
“Bel-ah,”my name comes out as a low drawn-out growl, and he palms the heavy bulge tenting his pants. “Clothes.Off.Or I’ll tear them from you.”
I moan at the heat that flares through me just thinking of him rending my clothes from me, and I’m tempted to call his bluff. In the end, I’m too impatient to wait. My top disappears somewhere over my head, and I’m kicking my pants away when Treto grabs my ankle and pulls me to the edge of the bed.
“Finally,” he rumbles, pushing my knees to the sides and exposing my center to his hungry gaze. “I’ve been dreaming of this…”
He doesn’t even finish his sentence before his mouth is on me. His tongue slicking through my folds and teasing my opening until I’m writhing under him.
My hands cup my breasts, pinching my almost painfully stiff nipples as my head kicks back. “Yes, there.Right there.”
His fingers part my lips, and his tongue circles my opening before dragging it to my throbbing clit. He looks up at me, the tip of his forked tongue teasing circles around the most sensitive part of me, and I almost come apart right then.
“Treto,” I gasp, sliding a hand down my belly to his smooth head clamped between my legs. My fingers stroke over the soft scales, and I buck against his mouth at the same time he closes his lips around my clit, tonguing it between the two forked points, and then sucks.
My mouth falls open on a scream, and I’m thrown into an instant and intense orgasm.
Treto’s mouth works me, licking and kissing, until my legs tremble and my hips buck against his face. It’s the most delicious torture, and he rides me hard until he’s wrung me dry of every last tremor.
“That’s one,” he says, licking me from his lips.
