Chapter 19
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 a bassy 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’s much better,” 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 since a dead mate can’t reproduce, my instincts usually know 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.
“You’re right, that is a stupid thing to say,” he hisses, an erotic aura dripping from his tongues.
I gulp when Lowell flips me onto my back with one arm, hovering over me with hands on either side of my face, caging me in.
The heat from his breath spreads over my neck and face, his scales reflecting light as his jaw strains and flexes.
The growing bulge presses deeper into my thigh, protruding bumps rubbing into my skin despite the barrier of clothing.
“Lowell….” I say under my breath, lifting my head to kiss his lips. I snake my arms around his neck to keep myself close.
Lowell groans into the kiss, licking my lips each time our mouths close atop one another. His hand intimately teases along my waist, squeezing each time I quicken the pace.
Nibbling at his bottom lip, we forcefully break free with a string of saliva connecting us in the empty space. Although Lowell’s eyes are glossed over, they feverishly search my face and neck, zeroing in on the next spot to attack with his mouth.
Instinctively, my head lifts to grant him easier access, giving clear consent to do what he pleases. I’ve never given myself to someone so readily before, but he’s eating it up graciously.
Lowell peppers sloppy, gentle kisses along my jawline, trailing down my neck, smacking his lips between each contact.
His hands excitedly explore my chest, squeezing and caressing each curve and dip they discover.
When he reaches my chest, a single hand remains cupped over my breast, fondling it in his palm.
I exhale a moan. The space between my thighs throbs each time his stiff cock pokes against me teasingly, showing just how much he’s enjoying my body. I’ve never felt so desired.
Hurriedly lifting off my shirt, Lowell tosses it aside without a care. He pulls away from his barrage of kisses to inspect my bra, clearly holding in a taunting comment.
“They’re more meant for function than form,” I explain embarrassingly. Without thinking, I reactively cover my chest.
Lean muscles and a brawny physique are a continual source of insecurity; the expectations of Nilsanian women are barbaric at best. The less-than-flattering undergarments I wear during surveys further deflate my confidence, especially while underneath the eyes of a lustful man.
Sensing my tension, Lowell forcefully shoves my hands away from my chest. He dives his mouth between my breasts, pushing them together between his palms to increase the amount of cleavage.
Dipping his tongues between the fleshy mounts, he swirls and flicks at my sensitive skin to coat it in his sticky saliva.
He moans gently between my breasts, the vibrations ticklish. “I was going to make fun of you, but my dick sure seems to think that that’s a bad idea,” he teases, rolling his hips into my leg. I feel the mound of flesh grow rock hard as Lowell’s breathing becomes labored and desperate.
Giggling shyly, a once-bashful blush now burns my cheeks.
Seeing my smile, Lowell nudges my collarbone with his snout, inhaling my scent like one would a blooming flower. “So sweet… it’s intoxicating. I need more,” he mumbles so quietly I almost don’t hear it.
Breath tickles my skin and I giggle again, arching my back to press my breasts further into Lowell’s face. This new position allows him to snake his hands to the back of my shoulders to unhook my bra with one snap. For a moment, I think he sliced it in half.
Lowell leaves his assault on my chest to dispose of my bra, his tongues rolling out of his mouth the moment he lays his attention on my bare chest. Saliva drips from the corner of his lips like a famished dog.
“Good Goddess, May,” he murmurs, rubbing the rough pad of his thumb over my budding nipple. A tingle runs up the base of my spine to my shoulder blades in a full-body tremble.
“I want to devour you whole,” He rumbles, eyes half-lidded.
My nerves soften at the longing sparkle in Lowell’s eyes, the glow almost blinding. I’ve never had anyone look at me with such yearning. Someone who burns for me so unabashedly and with lecherous, filthy intent. My heart squeezes tight in my chest.
Every partner I’ve had in the past now seems woefully inadequate, their sprinkle of ardor eclipsed by suffocating, obsessive adoration.
“Actually… I wouldn’t mind if you devoured me,” I say with a grin filled with trustful glee, his words eliciting goosebumps. My lips curve into something more teasing, my words soft. “But I thought you said you were aggressive. You’ve been nothing but gentle. I’m disappointed.”
Lowell’s face shifts to one laden with eagerness and exhilaration, his tail smacking against the sides of the tent. “Oh? You want it rougher? I intended to be considerate while warming up your fragile little human body, but I’m more than happy to fulfill your request.”
With a grin of success that spans ear-to-ear, I squeeze my breasts together with my biceps and shake them. “Only if you’re up to the task. I know you’re weakened, being gravely injured and all,” I say, knocking against his groin with my knee.
Lowell grunts, sucking his teeth. “Trying to elicit my hunting instincts, huh? That’s dangerous,” he warns, despite his crooked smile. “But you won’t listen, will you?”
“Nope,” I say with a wink, slapping him across his cheek with the heel of my palm. The softened muscles of his jaw are squishy and bouncy, his head not moving an inch.
A deep growl rumbles from Lowell’s throat, his eyes pinning. “Really, May?”
My heartbeat thunders in my ears, fight-or-flight on high alert.
“I want it rough.”
“Well, now I don’t give a fuck what you want,” he hisses, snout wrinkling.