Page 52 of Captured By the Scaled Outlaw
My mouth lay agape with shock.
“With me?” I blurt.
The corner of Lowell’s mouth twitches. “Yes, with you. Who the fuck else is out here?” His opposite hand trails up my thigh to rest on my hip.
I gasp at his touch.
Lowell’s fever seems to have passed, but a blush of soft pink dusts his cheeks from my reaction. He’s almost… nervous?
Good Goddess.
He’s serious.
My thighs twitch, and my entire being begs me to take him up on his offer. The nervous anxiety pooling in my stomach battles against building desire for an ounce of clarity. I feel like I’m going mad.
“This is all very sudden,” I mutter. “And confusing.”
Lowell scoffs with a hint of joviality. “I’ve been pretty clear about my desire to fuck you. I’m not sure what’s so confusing about that.” His grip on my hip tightens, fingers rhythmically massaging in a rippling motion.
I want to buy time, to have a moment to collect my thoughts and process Lowell’s request, but every word that bubbles up freezes over and becomes blank.
“Say no, and I won’t ask again,” he tells me. His voice is low with abassy undertone, the muscles in his throat vibrating with each syllable.
I gawk at his hypnotizing amber irises juxtaposed behind dark lashes. What was once terrifying is now deliciously appealing, beckoning me to relinquish myself to him. The scaled horns that slide out of his skull cast shadows at the back of the tent, smooth against the hard angles of his chiseled body. In the low light, he looks even more reptilian.
The sight sends my pulse beating erratically again, nearly melting me with the impulse to touch him.
Before I can stop myself, I press my chest into his. Lowell’s scales are molten, his heartbeat echoing into my skin.
With eyelids fluttering, I contemplate my next words carefully. I feel control slowly slipping from my grasp, my mind filled with a haze as carnal instincts begin chipping away at restraint.
“I’ve never had sex with a Lizardfolk before,” I say, breathless.
Lowell nudges my temple with his snout, the air from his nostrils tickling my forehead. “It’s a lot like sex with a human, except it’smuchbetter,” he says, dropping his voice to a whisper.
“I think your opinion is a little biased,” I jest with a giggle.
His nostrils flare against my cheek, a smirk in his tone. “I’m not one to exaggerate.”
I run my fingers over his chest, the texture something I can never seem to get enough of. A blush prickles my cheeks.
I want him.
Although I’m embarrassed to admit it, my affection towards Lowell has evolved into something I can no longer ignore. Granted, the affection grew like a pestilent weed through a slab of concrete, but it grew nonetheless.
Against my better judgment, I allow what little self-control I have left to slip away willfully.
“Are you going to hurt me?” I ask.
A grin tugs at his lips. “Maybe. My species can be rough. But sincea dead mate can’t reproduce, my instinctsusuallyknow when you’ve had enough.” He shudders as I delicately trace over his scars with the pads of my fingers, bellowing a hum of pleasure so loud it rattles the tent. “My instinctual definition of ‘limit’ is different from your own, however. And when I start, I don’t know if I can stop. You still okay with that?”
“I am,” I say earnestly. “Besides, I’ve been looking for another reason to punch and kick you again. I think I could orgasm off of that alone,” I giggle, squeezing the softened muscles of his neck.
When I look up, I lock eyes with Lowell. My face warms at his parted mouth dribbling with saliva, eager and wanting. It’s the same look from when he wanted to eat me, greedy and voracious.
I gently kiss his snout, pulling away to meet his longing gaze. “It may be stupid of me to say this… but I trust you,” I whisper. “However you want to have me.”
Lowell’s pupils flicker between wide and slitted, something I recognize as meaning aroused excitement. Judging from the pulsating vein above his brow line, he’s been holding back since we started this conversation. His stiff erection strains against his pants, grazing the top of my thighs as he grinds against me.
