Page 98 of Invasive Species
“It could be the mating bond hurting you,” he admits quietly. “In which case intimate acts are ill-advised, as we need to sever the bond, not nurture it.”
Nausea floods over me. “I know you're the sciencey one of us, but my gut is telling me, no, screaming at me that you're wrong.”
He takes a halting step back, the short distance between us already too much, cold rushing in to replace the heat of his broad chest. “Gut feelings do not trump science. We need to collect and analyze the data, firm up our hypotheses, and test them extensively.”
I slump to the bed. “I suppose you’re right.”
“I know I am,” he says, but softly. As if he wishes he wasn’t. “But… perhaps there… is a way.”
“Oh?”
“Do you recall book 18 of Planet of the Pirate Prince?”
“Book 18?”
“The Pirate’s Princess Conquest.”
“That’s the new one, and I haven’t finished it yet. You read fast.”
“I do when it’s knowledge I’m ravenous to acquire.” His scales flash bright green. “In the manuscript, the pirate is restrained in his quarters during a mating frenzy. I can now appreciate how his desires drove him to the brink of madness.”
“Spoilers,” I tease him with a wink, but the possibilities spool around me.
Gara’s breath goes ragged. “Meanwhile his mate is splayed for him, so desperate she stimulates herself looking at him through a separation of plasteek glass.”
Hot desire shoots through me, tingling across my skin. “Splayed, hm?” I slowly open my legs.
He swallows hard, gaze fixed on me. “Naked and exposed, and showing him how she pleasures herself.”
Gara’s voice is so clipped and authoritative that hearing dirty things drip from his lips increases the heat to blowtorch level. I know,know,deep in my gut, Gara is everything I need. This is the next best thing. Slowly, I peel off my loose robe, the thin fabric sliding down my shoulders and arms, followed intently by his hot gaze. He’s laser focused on each inch of skin I reveal, a feral hunger rising in his eyes.
“Better back away,” I tell him as I unclip the light metal clasps pinning a wrap around my breasts in place. With each unraveled layer, my puckered pink nipples get more and more visible, and Gara’s breathing gets faster.
He slowly gets to standing, poised at the end of the bed, watching my every move. I’ll make sure he gets his; the idea of him watching me as he tugs his cocks fills my chest with shivery anticipation.
Once I’ve got the robes open, I push them off my arms and toss them in his direction. They don’t get far because I’m a shit shot, fluttering between us to pool on the quivering jello bed.
Gara’s gaze darts to my pussy. “There appears to be a change there.”
I lift my head to check all’s ship shape downstairs. Tight knots of curls cover my pubic region. “Oh, yeah. Sorry, shaving hasn’t been a priority.”
“It’s… interesting. I wonder what it would feel like.” He strokes his chin, then his pink tongue slides out to lick his top lip.
The sight sends a pleasant quiver up my spine. I murmur, “I wish you could find out. Tell me what you want to do to me.”
He sucks in a breath. “I want to press my lips along your jawline and down along your neck,” he begins.
I stroke my fingers in the same path, and he groans.
He licks his lips before continuing, “My mouth will close around one of your nipples.”
I trail my hand down. “Left or right?”
“The one closest to your heart.”
A frisson of warmth blooms inside me at how sweet and sexy he is. “I'm no atomological expert?—”
“Anatomical,” he corrects gently.
