Page 37 of I'm Not Your Pet

In fact…nothingseemed to be different at all.

Maybe I’d imagined grinding on him?

Way to gaslight yourself, Hugo.

No.

No.

It was real.

And he liked it.

I’dseenhis eyes. The way they flashed black with heat. I’d felt his touch. Felt the way he desired me. There had been a bulge in his pants, far thicker than anything I would’ve encountered on Earth—I hadn’t made that up. I wasn’t sure how to feel about that bit, honestly, only that the curious part of me really wanted to pull his pants down and peek.

The nanobots and technology in Roark’s living quarters had been a solid enough distraction while he’d been gone for work—but even they hadn’t been able to claim all of my attention. I hadn’t thought about escaping the room since the previous night, too preoccupied with thoughts of taking Roark to bed again to think about anything else.

I just…I just wanted to have him one more time.

Was that…

Was that bad?

I hoped not.

Maybe it would lead somewhere serious, maybe it wouldn’t. Maybe Roark would decide he didn’t want to keep me around anymore after he found out I was a sex fiend who was after his space-dick.

But maybe…maybe he wouldn’t?

There was only one way to find out.

Like with any good science experiment, trial and error were the only way to get an answer.

Roark was relaxed—and I figured now was as good of a time as any to ogle. If he wanted to stop me, he could. And if he didn’t…we could see where this led.

I twisted inside his arms, wiggling as covertly as possible to get a better look at him. Roark’s chest rose and fell with steady breaths. Up and down, whoosh, whoosh. His thick belly looked particularly delicious from this angle. Comfortable. The perfect size for me to fuck against till my dick spilled.

There wasn’t a single thing about him that wasn’t sexy as fuck.

Why the hell would he wantme?

Roark made an inquisitive sound and I froze. A beat passed. Then two. Nothing bad happened and he didn’t admonish me for staring. He didn’t even open his eyes. I relaxed, studying his shirtless form with hunger.

He was just so…different.

His pink skin, soft to the touch, more gelatinous than solid—was nothing like mine. He may be human-shaped but the way his limbs could shapeshift made that similarity feel moot.

And his teeth. Goddamn.Hundredsof them. Teeth I’d discovered were meant not for ripping flesh—like I’d hypothesized—but for crunching through bark and other hard plants.That’s right.The shark-like man was a fuckingvegetarian.

His size was another notable difference between us.

I’d never in all my life seen someone as large as Roark. He was easily double my mass. A single one of his hands could nearly wrap around my entire waist. I could admit I’d spent an unhealthy amount of time imagining just that.

By all rights, I shouldn’t be attracted to him.

I shouldn’twanthim the way I did.

Shouldn’t want to explore him, or learn what he liked, or ogle the cock I’d thought I’d get to touch all those weeks ago. But now that I’d decided what I wanted there was no stopping myself.

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