Chapter 8 #2
She smiled before leaning over. Her lips didn't touch his fingers when she took a bite straight from his hand, but the soft motion still shot straight to his cock. His knot began throbbing as it filled – eager to stuff into his female.
He had planned to talk to Alanna during this meal. He needed to explain himself. His reticence. Beg her to have mercy on him because it was too late to escape her thrall and he was beginning to wonder why he would ever want to.
But he got lost in the process of feeding her. Exactly as he would for the claiming, but since he hadn’t fought for her yet, the instinct to let her take him into her nest was diminished. He still wanted to fuck her, but it wouldn’t be the claiming.
Yet.
He fed her in the shadow of her homeworld. When she tried to give him food in turn, he denied her. This was about her and the only feast he wanted waited between her thighs.
But he maintained his self-control and, after she was full, he stood and waited for her to do the same. He wasn’t ready to offer his hand yet,
“Did the meal meet your expectations?” He asked, staring down at her.
He made a mistake. He should have remained sitting.
Though they were no closer together, they felt more intimate.
It would be so easy to pull her into his arms and kiss her.
Find out what the most sensual species tasted like, feeling the lips of the female with the widest, brightest smile.
Was the yearning that obvious on his face? She stepped closer. Not quite touching, but he could feel the heat coming from her body. His hands twitched at the mere memory of the softness of her skin. It was so thin, so warm, it seemed impossible. She was impossible.
She was his.
Survii wasn’t sure who moved first. The tension that had been building between them with each bite he fed past her full lips shattered and they were suddenly grabbing each other.
His arms around her waist; hers encircling his neck.
He bent her back, pressing his lips eagerly against hers as she moaned softly under his assault.
She tasted sweet, like the fruit she had eaten, with a distinct, silken flavor that was fully her.
Rich and indescribable. It tempted his tongue out to lap at her lips.
She was happy to part them for him, letting her tongue slide against his, a shiver going down his spine as he slid his hand up the back of her head and grabbed her hair, controlling her as she opened for him, moaning so sweetly.
Her body was impossibly soft, squeezed against him. Those human breasts pressed into his chest as her body completely molded to his. She fit snuggly. Warm and small and seductive. He imagined laying his weight over her would be even better.
She broke the kiss first. He chased her, needing more, but she laughed and turned her head, forcing his lips to trail along her cheek instead. He didn't mind that.
“I’ve decided I’m not going to sleep with you,” she said, stroking her hands down his arms, letting him tilt her head back so he could continue kissing along her jaw, back to her ear.
“No sleep,” he agreed. He wouldn't let her rest. Not until his cock was satisfied. Something that promised to take all night. At least.
“No sex,” she corrected herself and he realized she had been speaking metaphorically. The disappointment wasn’t nearly as strong as the joy of knowing that the chase wasn’t done.
“At least let me lick your cunt,” he begged. It was one of his favorite things – watching a female come apart on his tongue.
“Appreciate the offer,” she snickered, “but still no. I’m not feeling it yet.”
“Have I done this wrong?” He reluctantly pulled his lips from her skin so he could check her face. Even if he weren’t conflicted about the idea of having a mate, he didn't want to disappoint or disturb a female that he was courting, even just for fun.
“No,” she promised, stroking her fingers through his hair. “This was amazing. The food, the view, the vibes? Perfect. I’m just not ready yet. I want to be in love first. That will make our first time together even better.”
She was a person fully ruled by her instincts.
And hers had decided to stop this before it went any further.
Could she sense his hesitation? His unease?
Was this a human thing, considering they chose their mates with their heads as well as their hearts?
Or was she simply romantically inclined and she truly wished for their courting to be slow and prolonged and special?
There were such females even among the domini – though they were rare.
“I will wait until you are ready,” he assured her, though his cock throbbed in painful protest.
She smiled, pleased, and that alone made the restraint worth it, “Walk me back to my room?”
He was only too happy to oblige. They still weren’t holding hands, but they were walking closer together, their arms barely brushing each other with every other step.
The journey back seemed so quick. He faced her, eager for more. Maybe hoping that she had changed her mind and he could purge her from his system under the sheets – prove to himself that he was still an unmated male. Still free and unburdened.
But she only leaned up on her toes and kissed the underside of his jaw – she wasn’t tall enough to reach his cheek – before stating that it was night and entering her room alone. Leaving him standing in the hall, reaching for the warm spot on his face where he could still feel her lips.
It took all of his self-control to walk away.