Page 29 of I'm Not Your Pet

Pulled me against his big, solid chest and blocked out my antsy thoughts with his bulk. My frustrations were forgotten the moment he touched me again. Like they’d never been there at all. And the part of me that had been lonely, lonely, lonely for longer than I could remember faded into nothingness.

It was embarrassing to realize that all my complaints were truly just excuses for the one thing I actually wanted fromhim. And with mortification, I could admit there was nothing I couldn’t forgive if I knew Roark reciprocated my feelings.

It was funny, back home on Earth I’d been theeasykid—upbeat, goody-two-shoes, straight As. I’d gotten a B once and cried all weekend. My teacher had taken pity on me and let me do some extra credit after the semester was over—and that had been that. I’d never given my mom grief, even though she was rarely home. I’d never asked my dad for attention—at least, not after my sixteenth birthday.

I’d done what I was supposed towhenI was supposed to.

But now…

Now, with my identity compromised, with everything I’d ever known lost—nowwas when I’d finally broken. I’d never acted worse than I had then, throwing a tantrum like a toddler. But I couldn’t be angry that I had. Because the peace I felt the second Roark’s muscular pink arms wrapped around me had made everything wrong in my heart bleed away.

Maybethat’swhy I’d reacted the way I did.

Why I’d given in.

Why I’d cried.

Why I’d relaxed.

Why I’d let go.

Why I’d rubbed against him, chasing pleasure—his thigh a hard thickness against my aching dick. God, he’d felt good. Those tentacles twisting, tugging,pullingat my nipples, his blue eyes flashing black with what I could only assume was lust. I’d never felt so seen before, like every ounce of his attention was on me.

Like I wasfascinating.

Not some loser with no romantic prospects. Not a slave with no rights. Not a man with no future, no home, and no family. Not a pet, saved for entertainment.

Roark made me feelbeautiful.

And when he touched me like that…I felt whole.

Pretty, pretty, pretty—the way he’d said I was.

I hadn’t meant to make a mess all over him. I hadn’t meant to come at all, but I had anyway.

And now, nearly an hour later, I was…avoiding him, because what else was I supposed to do? I had never been more confused in my entire life. It felt like we’d taken off again. Like the floor was rising beneath me. Like the stars were ready to swallow me whole. I didn’t know how to face what I’d done, or how he’d react to it now that the moment was over.

So I hid away in my “doggy” bed like a goddamn coward.

I tried to ignore the creak of the bed across the room as Roark returned from his trip to the bathroom, but failed spectacularly. Peeking over the corner of my blanket, I watched his bulky shape settle in the center of the circular mattress on top of the covers.

It wasn’t like the beds I was used to back home. It was round and had a raised lip around the edge that was made up of soft pillow-like cushions. The mattress was alsomassive. It kinda had to be to accommodate Roark’s bulk. Judging by the weight of his steps, his size, and the heft of the matter he was formed from, he had to easily weigh at least six hundred pounds. Maybe more? It was hard to say. Back home I’d never studied anything made of the same substance he was formed from—so I had no idea what its density was.

I shifted to see better so I could peek at him for a few more seconds.He’s going to notice if you keep looking at him like that, I warned myself. Quickly, I shut my eyes, lying ramrod straight with my head toward the ceiling so he wouldn’t catch me in the act.

Only…I was nothing if not curious, so I peeked again.

Roark shifted on his bed, those thick thighs spreading, the lump of his dick obvious through his thin sleep pants. I licked my lips, my cock twitching sympathetically as I rememberedwhat it felt like to push right against those things. Made me wonder if his surface would grab at my dick the same way it had grabbed my chest if we were naked together.

Roark huffed out a long, sleepy sigh.

My thoughts were far from innocent.

I could still remember the way he’d felt above me, and around me. Could perfectly picture the way he’d grabbed my ass and played with me like I was a toy for the taking. He’d had such a serious expression on his face. Like he had no idea what he was doing—but he was determined to do it anyway. At least…I thought so?

Again, it was hard to read him.

Was he a virgin?

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