Page 15 of BrOdByc

Brode walked out with his pants on and his shirt waded up in his hand, like he didn’t want to put it on. The man was absolutely built.

He had a broad expanse of hairless chest, and thick ropes of muscles on both arms, along with a strong neck. His pale green flesh looked so soft. She wanted to touch him.

Casey sighed when Brode dropped his shirt and held out a hand to her. She looked up into his dark eyes and saw the question there. He knew what she wanted. “Yes,” she murmured and placed her hand in his.

Brode pulled her up to stand in front of him. With just a few inches separating them, he placed her palm over his heart, on his naked chest. Casey’s internal debate floated away. She wanted BrOdByc to hold her. To love her even if it was just this once. Just this one time before she got her sister back and had to deal with the stupid shadow on her lungs and whatever the hell came next.

It had been a very long time since anyone held her.

Casey trailed her fingers over his flesh. Surprised at how warm he was... and so very soft. She followed the contours of his muscles—mesmerized by his pecs. His scent thrilled her. It was a spicy scent, dark... reminiscent of oils like Frankincense and Bergamot on Earth. She wanted to wallow in it. In him. Pulling the aroma deep into her lungs, she shuddered. Wanting more.

Leaning in, she stuck her tongue out to taste his flesh—right over his heart. And felt his muscles spasm. His deep groan made her grin. He bent his much taller body around her. Putting a finger under her chin, he tilted her head back and leaned down to capture her lips.

That first kiss undid her. Casey melted and opened for him. The kiss went on for long moments until Brode pulled back. Just far enough, he could slide his hands down her shoulders and skim the robe off her body. Impatiently, she shimmed out of it, giving him full access.

Her body tensed when his hand came up and cupped her breast. She pressed into him. Desperate for more. She ached for this touch. Moaned and shifted, pressing her breast into his palm. Her eyes fluttered, looking down to where his green skin met her flesh. Casey rasped out, “Please, touch me.” she begged.

Feathering a thumb over her nipple, he made her want more. Tilting her head back, putting one hand in his hair, she tugged him toward her. Casey’s eyelashes dropped, and she sighed with delight when he bent his head down and laved her breast.

It ended too soon when Brode pulled away. Shuddering, she opened her eyes and met his gaze.

“Are you sure you want this? Want me? Should we talk about it?” he whispered.

Casey rolled her eyes. No, they shouldn’t talk about it. What the hell? Stepping closer, she moved her hands up... trailing the lines of his shoulder tattoo with one hand while she used the other hand to feather her thumb over his nipple. “I want you,” she murmured.

Turning her head, intending to kiss his shoulder, she noticed several small bands of dark ink break away from BrOdByc’s tattoo and inch across his skin toward her hand.

Casey frowned. She thought those were tattoos—but tribal bands didn’t move like that.

Slowly, they crept closer, and she tried to draw back, to pull out of Brode’s arms.

But he had taken her at her word. Once she said she wanted him, he crushed her body in an embrace, holding her immobile.

Casey couldn’t escape the crazy ink. Crawling like a caterpillar, it reached her flesh... and slithered onto her hand. It vibrated for a moment and then disappeared.

Staggered by what just happened, Casey didn’t know what to do. To say. Had BrOdByc seen that? “Your marks moved—they entered my body.” The words left her in a hiss of sound. He probably thought she was crazy.

His arms tightened around her again. “They what?” Loosening his hold, he looked down at her for a second. Then shifted to peer at his arm. “The little bands disappeared,” he mumbled.

The obvious confusion on his face was not comforting.

She gasped at the sensation of the bands traveling through her body. It should have freaked her out. But it felt fantastic. All warm and... sexy. “The small dark strips separated from the big ones and crawled into my body.”

His brow furrowed. “Why would they do that?”

Evidently, this hadn’t happened to him before. Casey couldn’t decide if that was a bad thing or a good thing. Right now... it didn’t matter. “I feel them. Inside. Here.” She palmed her breast. “One is just here. It feels... amazing.” She panted.

She noticed Brode blink, then a smile replaced the frown on his face. His expression turned hot, knowing. Bending a bit, he scooped her into his arms and took her to his bed.

Casey squirmed in his arms. The bands had found erogenous zones she didn’t know she had. He settled her on the bed and stripped off his pants, moving to lie alongside her. Leaning in, he feathered his lips over hers. A flicker of the bands inside made her gasp, and Brode joined his mouth to hers.

This may not have happened to him before, but it appeared BrOdByc was a fast learner. He acted as if the bands inside her body... communicated to him. His living tattoos amplified each caress of his flesh against her. Any objection she had to this alien style of loving ended when, together... they played her body like a fine instrument.

She had no idea this kind of pleasure was an option. It was mind-blowing. Addicting. “More,” she pleaded.

The living tattoos pulsed, vibrated, and teased her from both the inside and out. Casey felt them, and when she looked down at her body, she could see shadow bands encircling her nipples. Brode’s mouth suckled one breast while his fingertips and the black squiggly lines tormented the other.

Together, they pushed her to the peak and then stopped. Keeping her from climaxing, waiting just long enough for her pulse to settle and her body to cool... then they started again. Torturing her with pleasure. Her body caught fire, and she burned, needed.

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