11. Clair #3
“I’m sorry.” Clair felt abruptly abashed. “I didn’t mean to give you a, er, problem. I guess I didn’t think seeing me in a nightgown would bother you. I mean, by the end of my marriage, my ex was turning out the lights before we had sex, so he didn’t have to see me.”
“What?” Kaelus looked at her in apparent disbelief. “But how could he not want to see your gorgeous curves when he made love to you?”
Clair gave a short, unhappy laugh.
“I wouldn’t call what we did ‘making love’ exactly—especially towards the end when he wasn’t even trying anymore. It was more like two pumps, a squirt and a tickle before he rolled off me and started snoring.”
Kaelus shook his head.
“I don’t understand how a male who is mated to an Elite like yourself could show such disrespect.
If the Goddess had blessed me with the ability to Bond a mate to me, I would feel honored to have a woman like you.
” His golden eyes were suddenly half-lidded.
“And I would never want to turn out the lights or rush our lovemaking. I would want to see every curve as I brought you pleasure and I would want to see it in your eyes when I made you come.”
Clair’s breath seemed to be caught somewhere between her chest and her throat and for a moment she couldn’t say anything.
Hell, she could barely even think, let along speak!
All she knew was that the way Kaelus was looking at her coupled with the hot things he was saying was turning her on in ways she hadn’t been turned on in years.
“Oh, well…thank you,” she managed to get out at last, and the words came out high and breathy. “I, um, you’re right—my ex was a jerk. He’s the reason I swore off men for the rest of my life.”
“Did you?” He raised his eyebrows. “I wondered why you never had any of the males aboard the Mother Ship courting you. A Mature Elite like yourself could have any male you wanted.”
“Oh, I doubt that.” Clair gave a self-deprecating laugh. “Besides, after divorcing James, I decided never to date again. I’m happier on my own.”
“I’ve been telling myself that my whole life—that I’m happier on my own,” Kaelus murmured. “But then, I have no choice about it, since I cannot Bond a woman to me and so I can never have a mate.”
“You have a mate now,” Clair pointed out, smiling a little. “At least for as long as we’re on Titus Four.”
One corner of his mouth twitched up.
“I suppose you’re right.”
“I am right,” Clair said firmly. “Which is why we need to get more comfortable around each other, so people really think we’re married. And that includes getting more comfortable with each others’ bodies.”
Kaelus frowned.
“Why do I feel like you’re leading up to something?”
“Maybe because I am.” A plan had been forming in Clair’s mind—possibly not the smartest plan but she decided to run with it. “All I’m saying is, you can’t get comfortable when you’re so hard. So maybe…maybe we ought to do something about it.”
His eyebrows shot up and he looked at her in disbelief.
“Clair, what exactly are you suggesting? Because we are not making love tonight—if we did that, I would become much too possessive of you and would be unable to let you go.”
The idea of her huge, growly lab partner refusing to let her go sent a shiver down Clair’s spine, but she quickly shook her head.
“No, no—nothing like that. I’m just saying, if you want to, you know, look at me while you, um, touch yourself, well…maybe that would help ease the tension between us.”
Kaelus frowned.
“Let me be sure I understand you…are you offering to let me look at your luscious body while I stroke myself?”
“If that would help you to, uh, take care of your problem, then yes.” Clair lifted her chin. “And maybe that would desensitize you some, so you didn’t keep having the same problem in the future.”
“Nothing could desensitize me from wanting to look at your curves,” Kaelus growled. “But I’m willing to work with your premise. Will you let me look as long as I want to?”
Clair felt her heart begin to pound. It felt unreal to her that he actually wanted to look at her and found her so beautiful he couldn’t help getting hard, when James had put her down so often and told her she was too heavy and too old to be pretty anymore.
But the idea was also a powerful turn-on.
Kaelus found her sexy and desirable and that made her feel sexy and desirable.
“Yes,” she said softly. And to prove she meant it, she threw back the covers and got to her knees beside him. Settling with her thighs parted, she put her hands on her hips and looked at him. “Well?” she asked teasingly. “Are you going to take me up on my offer?”
“Just looking and no touching,” Kaelus growled and she had a feeling he was making the rule for his benefit rather than hers—making sure she was off-limits to a certain degree—at least so he wouldn’t get too possessive of her.
“Exactly,” she said. Her nipples felt tight and the soft, silky material of her nightgown was rubbing their tips every time she shifted.
Down below, she was certain there must be a wet spot growing on her panties because she felt absolutely molten from the waist down.
In fact, she couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt so turned on.
“All right.” Kaelus threw back the covers as well, revealing his black sleep trousers, which were also tented. Then, as Clair watched, he pushed them down, freeing the largest cock she’d ever seen in her life.
It was almost as long as her forearm and as thick as her wrist. And at the very base of it there was a swelling as big as her fist—if not bigger.
Was that his “mating fist?” She’d heard something about that from a few of the women who were mated to Beast Kindred—apparently being a Hybrid entitled Kaelus to that particular characteristic the same way being half Blood Kindred had given him fangs.
“Oh my God,” she breathed, staring at him because she couldn’t not look. “What a monster!”
“I’m a Hybrid—everything about me is larger than a regular Kindred,” Kaelus remarked, giving her an amused look. “Do you like what you see, Clair?”
“Like it? I’m terrified of it!” she exclaimed. “I mean, how do you even use that thing on a woman?”
“Mostly, I don’t,” he admitted. “As I have no wish to become attached to a woman knowing I can never Bond her to me. But if the occasion demands, my saliva carries a compound that helps a woman stretch to take me. I just have to spend plenty of time preparing her before I thrust inside her.”
As he spoke, he fisted the long, thick shaft loosely and began to stroke.
“Preparing her? How?” Clair asked, her voice coming out breathless. God, was she really watching her grumpy coworker stroke his cock? All those irritating days in the lab, she never would have believed they would get to this point. And yet, here they were and she was loving it.
“You want me to tell you exactly how I’d prepare a woman I was going to take?” he growled softly.
“Yes,” Clair whispered. God, why did her whole body ache with desire? He hadn’t even touched her and she felt so turned on it seemed like any small touch might make her explode!
“I’ll tell you,” Kaelus rumbled. “But you have to let me see more. Lift your nightgown, Lissa’ra. Let me see your beautiful breasts all bare for me.”
Clair’s heart stuttered in her chest. Oh God, was she really going to do this?
Apparently, she was. With trembling hands, she did as he asked.
Reaching down, she pulled the hem of the nightgown up and threw it over one shoulder.
Her bare breasts, which looked high and perky thanks to the float dots, jiggled slightly with the motion and her nipples went achingly tight as the cool air of the room swirled around her.
“Gods!” Kaelus’s deep voice was hoarse, and his golden eyes were fixed on her bare breasts. “So fucking gorgeous,” he growled as he stroked his long shaft. “Gods, Lissa’ra, I love your breasts!”
“Well…thank you,” Clair said breathlessly. “But you promised if I showed them to you, you’d tell me how you would prepare a woman to…to be taken.”
“Mmm, I did promise that, didn’t I?” Kaelus gave her a hungry look. “Well first I would spend a long time touching and teasing her—sucking her tight nipples until she moaned for me.”
Oh God, why was she imagining him doing the things he was describing to her? Clair tried to push the mental image away and found she couldn’t. All she could think of was how incredible it would feel to have Kaelus’s hot mouth on her tight, aching tips.
But his next words nearly made her moan.
“Touch them for me,” he said, looking up to meet her eyes as he kept stroking himself. “Touch your breasts—tug on your nipples. Let me watch you give yourself pleasure.”
“Would…would that help you to, er, come?” Clair asked.
He nodded.
“It would. If I can’t touch you myself, I want to watch you do it—make yourself feel good, Clair.”
It was an order she couldn’t disobey—not that she wanted to.
“All right,” she whispered. Cupping her breasts in her hands, she began to tug lightly on her nipples. She’s always had extremely sensitive peaks and touching herself while Kaelus watched was so naughty and yet so hot she felt almost on the edge of orgasm right away.
“Good girl,” he growled softly. “Gods, look how tight your peaks are! I’d fucking love to suck them if I was getting you ready.”
Clair didn’t miss the fact that they had gone from him getting a random woman ready for sex to him getting her ready to take his massive shaft inside her. But she didn’t stop him or correct him—she wanted to hear more.
“What…what would you do after that?” she asked breathlessly. “I mean, after you sucked my nipples?”
“What would I do to get your soft little pussy ready to take my cock, do you mean?” he growled, his golden eyes flashing.
“Yes…” Clair tugged on her nipples again and moaned. “Yes, that.”