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“I could,” he admitted. After leaving the Seals, he’d heard a lot of guys say they missed the adrenaline rush that came with combat, but Nate never had. And since the past five years of his life had consisted of running and hiding and fighting and killing, a peaceful walk from the seaside resort where they were staying to a beautiful forest sounded just about right.

The only thing that marred the beauty and peace of their quiet walk was the fact that he couldn’t help wondering if Lan’ara was secretly mad at him for this morning. Some women kept their irritation bottled up inside and let it out at a later date. Nate had dated a few like that and he didn’t like it. He much preferred it if a woman told him when she was irritated so he could fix the situation right away.

Lan’ara didn’t act mad, though. And she was wearing another white gown with a deep V neckline which clearly showed the swells of her breasts and the ripe peaks of her nipples poking through the thin fabric. So it wasn’t like she was trying to cover up.

Nate himself was bare-chested and wearing another pair of loose white trousers. They both had on simple, comfortable sandals. These no-fuss, no-fills outfits seemed to be what all the people wore here on Careesa Prime, where fashion didn’t seem to be a concern.

There didn’t seem to be any underwear to be had, either. Not that he minded going Commando, but the women also didn’t seem to wear bras. Not that Lan’ara needed one—her breasts were full and firm and beautiful, pushing against the white fabric of her dress as the nipples tented the thin material…

“Do you like looking at my breasts, Nate?” she asked abruptly, and he realized he’d been staring right at her chest like some kind of pervert. God, what was wrong with him?

“Oh, uh…I mean…I’m fucking sorry,” he began to apologize. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me lately. I don’t—”

“Stop.” Lan’ara turned to face him and put a hand on his arm. “Don’t apologize.”

“Don’t apologize?” Nate repeated stupidly. “But I was staring right at your…uh, I mean, women don’t like it when a man stares at them like that in my culture,” he added, trying to explain.

“But we are in my culture now—my home planet,” she reminded him gently. “And we are in our Claiming Period. It is perfectly all right for you to look at me if you like. Here…”

She tugged at the thin straps of her gown and the top of it slithered down to pool around her elbows, leaving her large breasts completely bare.

“God…” Nate muttered hoarsely. They were every bit as lovely as they had been in his dream—lovelier, even. They were so full and firm and her nipples were so ripe and tight. Fucking gorgeous!

“Ahh…I can feel your lust,” Lan’ara breathed. Her beautiful purple eyes were half-lidded and as Nate watched, her nipples seemed to get even tighter.

Nate could feel his lust too. His cock was rock hard and standing at attention against his belly inside the white trousers. Without thinking, he reached up to cup one full breast…only to have Lan’ara push his hand gently but firmly away.

“I’m sorry, Nate, but we are only in the Holding Time of our Claiming Period right now,” she told him. “You cannot yet touch my bare skin, nor I yours. We must wait until our Touching Time. Then you can caress my breasts as much as you like.”

“When can I suck them?” he asked hoarsely, unable to keep the growl of lust out of his voice.

“That would be during our Tasting Time.” She cupped her hands under her breasts and lifted them higher, as though offering them to him. “Then you can suck my nipples as much as you want…and I will be allowed to suck your shaft until you shoot your cream for me.”

“What?” Nate had thought he couldn’t get any hotter but those soft words spoken in her sweet, seductive voice made his cock surge in his trousers. “You want to, uh…”

“Suck you.” Her tongue slipped out and she licked her lips seductively, as though imagining how she would do it. “The females of my kind—of the Kindred—have a biological need to drink the cream of our males. It will be my pleasure to suck yours out of your hard shaft.”

Nate could barely believe what he was hearing. Lan’ara had such a sweet, innocent face but the words coming out of her mouth were making him so hard he felt like he could fuck a hole in a brick wall.

“Uh…when you said we had to go through the Claiming Period, I didn’t know all that was involved,” he said at last. “Do I get to taste you too? Do I get to lick your sweet little pussy?”

Lan’ara’s breath seemed to come faster, her full breasts heaving as she looked up at him.

“I will, of course, be happy to spread my thighs for you and let you taste my honey,” she said softly. “Though for now, you may only look.”

She started walking again, leaving the top of her gown down around her elbows, her bare breasts swaying with every step.

“Er…aren’t you afraid someone might see us?” Nate asked, falling into step beside her. “I mean, this is a public road—right?”

She shrugged.

“We’ll see them coming—I’ll have plenty of time to rearrange my gown. For now, I want you to be able to look at my breasts if you wish.”

Nate found that he could barely pull his eyes away from her full breasts and tight peaks. And now that she’d basically given him permission to look as much as he wanted, he didn’t even have to try to stop staring.

“Is this the way it is in your culture? This…openness?” he asked, looking up for a moment to catch her expression.

“My culture—the culture of the Empaths of Careesa Prime—is all about healing and giving,” Lan’ara explained. “The other half of me—the Kindred part—is about finding the right male and Bonding with him. And then, once the Bond is formed, you know exactly what your mate desires and of course you desire to give it to him.”

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