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He opened then closed his mouth, at a loss for words.

“Aw, boo bear.” Trixie patted the couch next to her. “Come here. Let me show you my opinion on what you’re packing.”

Vrixiel had no clue whatboo bearmeant, but he would take it as a good sign since Trixie wanted him next to her. “Aren’t you disappointed?”

She climbed onto his lap the moment he sat down. “What does this tell you?”

“The ladies I’ve been with all said I lacked–”

Trixie stopped him with a kiss. That got him listening.

“Forget about other women,” she said fiercely, “because I will be your only lady from now on. And this lady finds you perfect.” Her tone and fiery gaze brooked no argument. “No more fear,niel. Only pleasure.”

CHAPTER 12

Mess

Trixie had thought herself impatient before, but the moment Vrixiel parted with his towel, all thoughts of waiting evaporated from her mind. It was time to claim this male. To watch his face awash with wanton pleasure at her touch. To erase any fear of being found lacking from his mind forever. For he was indeed perfect in her eyes.

“Lie back for me, boo bear.” The nickname had left her lips earlier, and she found it fitting for her teddy bear of an alien.

He obeyed without a word, eyes following her every move.

Under his blazing gaze, Trixie felt like the greatest seductress of all time. She moved up his body sensually slowly. Hands on his chest, she leaned down to savor his lips.

She might be on top, but as soon as their tongues came into contact, Vrixiel took control of the French kiss. With a hand at her nape, he held her captive as he plundered her mouth. Suddenly, she was the one being seduced. Her pulse drummed between her thighs. She squirmed, rubbing herself against his abs in desperate need of friction.

He hissed against her lips.

“Sorry! Did I press on a wing? Should we move to the jelly bed?”

Vrixiel stole a kiss. “Too far.” Then another.

She nipped playfully at his lower lip. “Are you sure? I intend to make a mess of you. The couch–”

“I’ll print you another.”

Trixie giggled. “In that case...” She slid down his body to explore.

She started at his neck, where she sucked and nibbled to mark him with a hickey. Unsuccessfully. But his low groans and tighter grip around her hips told her she was on the right path.

Further down his hard body Trixie went, kissing her way to his pierced nipples. The taut dark-green peaks begged to be teased. She looked up to meet Vrixiel's gaze before circling one with the tip of her tongue. She was rewarded with a loud groan. She smiled and kept going. With a twirl of her tongue, a nip at his pec, and a slight tug at his piercing, she would drive her mate wild.

When his groans turned to growls and she felt the prick of his claws through her dress, Trixie knew she'd teased him enough. Time for the grand prize.

She moved lower until she was positioned comfortably between his thighs. The couch was long enough for her to lie on her belly and be exactly where she needed to be to blow her alien’s… mind.

The look he was giving her now, with her face right above his green cock, was one of reverence.

Emboldened, Trixie took him in her hand. He was thick, all right. Heavy and more than big enough for her. She gave the prominent green vein running along the underside an experimental lick. His pierced cock pulsed against her fingers.

“Bean.” A warning.

Enough teasing. Trixie closed her lips around his girth and sucked, eyes on her mate. What a sight he was! Hard slabs of muscle, his sinful body and powerful wings surrounded by fuzzy pink cushions. Her favorite color wrapped around her favorite alien. Her mate. Herniel.

Trixie pushed herself to all fours to take him deeper into her mouth. A tortured groan erupted from within Vrixiel, and his head fell back on the cushions. She wanted to show him just how ungrounded his fear was. If anything, he should be worried that she wouldn’t be able to get enough of him. The pre-cum she had just tasted on her tongue was spicy and sweet, a combination that she loved. She twirled her tongue around his tip, greedy for more.

“Niela…” His claws were out, digging into the couch. His head was lifted again so he could watch her.

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