Page 66 of I'm Not Your Pet

To bewantedby someone else.

I’d never been wanted before.

If only he knew I wanted him back just as fiercely.

We brushed our teeth together in tandem. It was the first time I’d joined Roark, rather than insisting on taking the time for myself. He’d been obviously pleased, his spots turning a lovely shade of pale pink, as he’d stepped back to allow me room to reach the sink in front of him.

My head barely came to his rib cage when I stared at our reflections in the mirror. Roark always took longer than I did, considering the amount of teeth he had—I’d timed him once, and it’d taken him a solid 630 seconds from start to finish. Which translated to ten and a half minutes of active brushing. Theshush, shushof his motions had grown comforting over the last couple months. I looked forward to it, lying in bed, listening to Roark get ready. He was incredibly thorough.

An alien withexcellentdental hygiene.

For the first time since I’d boarded the ship I didn’t leave the bathroom as he prepared to shower. He didn’t ask me to either. He simply shucked his pants off and I gulped as I came face-to-face with his massive pink ass and thighs. Roark checked the shower, making a grumpy sound when he realized he was out of soap.

I didn’t know where he kept it, so I hadn’t replaced it when we’d run out the night before.

Completely naked, it was easier to see Roark’s organs and bones. Which shouldn’t have been pretty—but it was. And nope, there definitely was not a womb. I’d been right. I could, however, see the hint of bones inside the squishy pink of his upper thighs, and the thought that I was seeing something he never showed his shipmates made me feel incredibly special.

In all the time I’d known him he’d stayed at least partially clothed. Even at night when we were in bed together, he barely shucked his pants off to play with me, then he pulled them back on. The only exception to that rule was when he was changing clothes.

This was…intimate.

Also…his ass wasjuicyas hell.

I’d never really looked at someone’s ass and thought—goddamn,that thing is yummy—before. This was a first for me—just like so many things we’d shared together. Meaty and thick, bouncy and soft. Roark bent over, his shoulder brushing mine as he reached beneath the sink into the cabinet below to grab a bottle of soap to replace the one we’d used up.

There was something weird sitting beside the soap, and when he tried to shut the cupboard, I stuck my leg out to stop him.

“Huu-goh?” Roark’s voice rumbled beside my ear as he stood up, soap in hand, his breath ruffling my hair for the second time that night. There was no denying that that was a warning.

I’d never been good at heeding those.

Instead of listening, I pulled the contraption out of the cupboard. It was surprisingly heavy. Pulse thrumming, I placed it on the counter to get a better look.Why was he hiding this?When I glanced at Roark, he was watching me, and his spots were a dark fuchsia pink. It was a good look on him when he was naked.

Turning my attention back to the object, I hummed thoughtfully.

The device was block shaped with suction cups on the bottom and back, presumably to hold it in place. The shape wasn’t all that interesting, but the squishy black hole in the middle of the block certainly was. As I stared at it I tried to make sense of what exactly its function could be. And why Roark would have it in here—hidden in the bathroom. Andwhyhe was deathly quiet beside me as I fingered the squishy center, pressing inside incrementally, curious what it would feel like.

The thing was recently cleaned. I could tell because it smelled like Roark’s soap, and the surface was slightly damp.

So it was something he must’ve used recently.

Maybe when he showered?

What the hellwasit?

As I squished a second finger alongside the first, Roark released a wounded sort of noise. It was then that it hit me like a sledgehammer.

Oh.

Oh.

Ohmygod.

This was asextoy. This wasRoark’ssex toy.Ohmy god. Oh-my-god. I mean, I knew before this moment that he had a sex drive. Because obviously he’d clearly enjoyed playing with me—not that we’d done much in the days since he’d started training with Ushuu.

But…still.

To think of him and those big meaty thighs driving his cocks into this thing was just—Fuck. To imagine him pounding into it while he grunted and growled—like he did when he was on top of me—while that big ass flexed—while his tentadicks twisted together and he—oh shit.

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