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Rolling to my knees was a little ungainly, my center of gravity not quite where it used to be. “Come here, sweetheart,” I said, gesturing with my hand. “Let me take the edge off, and then you can play. How does that sound?” He froze next to me, his cock inches from my outstretched hand, his eyes glowing as they met mine. He wasn’t sure what to make of this, and now I wondered if he even knew what I meant. His mouth was awfully big and filled with sharp teeth; he probably didn’t want to put his sensitive cock near such a mouth on a female of his species.

Curling my fingers in a come-hither motion was just enough to make him twist his hips. Maybe he was eager for the touch, couldn’t restrain the urge. His tip was leaking a clear, oily substance. It felt silky and slick when I brushed my fingers through it, and his cock blazedwith heat, far warmer than I expected. He growled, his cock bucking in my fist when I curled my fingers around his lengthjust beneath the tip. It was too large to properly fit,soI leaned further forwardtoreach with both hands. Almost losing my balance, I began to topple forward, and he caught me by the shoulders.

I loved that, my core aching with desire. His big hands held me in place, slightly unbalanced as I leaned forward, their warmth seeping into my skin and down my spine, big enough to cover much of my shoulder blades as well. His cock was right in front of my face, pretty blue and leaking with desire. I rubbed him with both hands, learning his texture, the way he twitched and bucked in my grip,like he couldn’t control it. Then I dipped my head just a little more and,with a flat tongue, dragged it across the wide tip. He tasted sweet, which caught me by surprise. His growl was sweeter because it told me how much he liked it.

There was no way I could make that massive cock fit in my mouth, but I made it work—sucking on the tip, licking the slit with my tongue, and using both hands to pump his length with firm, steady pressure.Within seconds, I felt a bump begin to swell at the base of his cock, and then that bump rose along his length. Curling along those thick veins until,with a ferocious shout,he came. A round, hard bead jetted from the tip and collided with the roof of my mouth—it was like he’d ejected a marble, and I had only just managed not to choke on it.

He sank to his knees immediately after, his legs trembling, his hands rubbing me. It took me a moment to realize that he was talking to me; I was too surprised and distracted by his odd release. I’d expected a massive gush of seed, not this bead. Sticking out my tongue, I realized it had adhered to it, not in a bad way;it just didn’t roll off. “Blazing stars, Ruby. Ah, no… What did you do? That is…” He growled, his hands moving me until I was back in a more comfortable position on the bed, his head leaning close to peer at my tongue with huge eyes. “That is so sexy I can’t even…”He ran out of words then, still staring, his cock still a rock-hard rod between his big thighs.

I pulled my tongue back in and sucked on the marble. It was beginning to soften and dissolve, and it still tasted sweet. A bit like caramelized honey. “Nobody ever went down on you before?” I asked. I was not objecting to this at all;it tasted really good, and now that I knew what to expect, I wouldn’t be so surprised or risk nearly choking.

He shook his head, his mouth opening so he could run his thick tongue along his sharp teeth. I knew he was just thinking about the why, not explaining it to me. “Did it help?” I asked, and when he nodded, his grin came back. Oh,boy, I was in for a ride now, wasn’t I?

Chapter 12

Ruby

My reward for giving Brace his first-ever blowjob was better than I could have dreamed. With his control restored—at least somewhat—he set out to pleasure me with his tongue, returning the favor and then some. I loved how big his hands were on my thighs when he positioned me backward on the bed and spread my legs. This time, peering at my wet folds did not make him jump with excited energy; instead, he seemed to settle in with a type of focus I found intense and sexy.

Dragging his thick tongue through my folds, I writhed with pleasure. He took his time learning my taste and how I respondedtogentle, probing touches. His tongue was much thicker than a human’s, and when he found my opening and began pressing inside, it felt like more than a finger, but nicer at the same time. His tongue was malleable and wet, anditslid right in. I curled off the mattress, my fingers digging into the sheets with a shout. He’d found all the sensitive nerves inside and lit them on fire with a flick of his tongue.

Once he’d wound me tighter than a bowstring with his tongue, he changed tactics. Rising over me on one elbow, his free hand pressedbetween my thighs to probe my opening with his finger. Now he was truly testing me, seeing if Ihadspokenthe truth about stretching. Discovering he could press two of his thick fingers inside of me made him purr with satisfaction. Then he pressed his tongue against my clit,and those vibrations traveled through me. I came, hard and fast, my body clenching on his fingers. Afterward, I heard him murmur in satisfaction, but he was not ready to let me go, not yet. When I relaxed, he was ready with another finger, and when I managed to take that, his growl became feral with excitement.

“You are right. Almost there,” he said approvingly. I had reached down to curl one hand around my ankle to hold myself open for him, and he dropped his hand down to stroke my fingers. A touch that made me all too aware of how small my hand was compared to his. “Just the head,” he demanded, rather than asked. I liked that, and I whimpered and canted my hips to receive him.

His silky pelt brushed my legs as he wedged himself between my thighs, and then that massive cock came down on my folds with a thud. Landing firmly, I jolted as it struck against my clit. Heat, silky wetness from the oily substance he secreted. It made everything tingle, and I felt myself go soft and pliant beneath him. “That’s it,” he agreed, his eyes not on his cock rubbing through my folds but on my face. I was the one who couldn’t look away, awkwardly craning to the side to peer around my pregnant belly. That thick blue length, all those bumpy veins, contrasting with my small pink folds, it was obscene, and it was so freaking hot.

Fucking against my folds, he teased meatfirst, until I was mad with pleasure again. Only then did he slide his cock down, pressing the massive head against my small opening. I felt pressure and heat, but everything was slick and pliant. I didn’t think he’d slide in, but he sank an inch, and then another. His mouth was pulled open wide, and for the first time,I could see how monstrous he was when he did that, and I did not fucking care. Not a bit. I just wanted him to sink his cock deeper.

Pumping his hips, I watched that length sink into me a little more each time he pushed, until my body stopped giving. All it took was a swipe of his thumb over my clit, and I shattered for him, shouting his name in pleasure. I knew I clenched up then, squeezing around his invasion. It must have been enough for him, because soon I felt the head twitch and swell—the pressure ofsomethingjetting from his tip. We stared at each other as he came, eyes locked, his snarl silent as he held back from pressing in deeper.

I forgot to breathe from it all, and darkness edged in from the sides of my vision. Letting my head collapse against the bed, I gave in to the exhaustion, the aftershocks, and simply went limp. Afterward, he cleaned me. Getting up tofetcha cloth, wiping through my folds to gathereverything.Onehand never left my core, pressing against my opening as if he meant to hold his seed in. When he rolled me and climbed onto the bed behind me, his hand remained cupped over me, wedged between my thighs, warm and possessive.

I was too sleepy to protest, and frankly, I didn’t mind. I had just enough presence of mind to mutter, “You know I’m already pregnant, right?” I think he replied with a single word—“Instinct”—but that might have been a figment of my imagination as I sank into a deep, exhausted sleep.

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Brace

My mate was sleeping, a tiny,delicate snore rising and falling with the cadence of her breathing. It was not a word I thoughtofoften,but“adorable”was the only one that came to mind. My mate was adorable, and I wanted her to rest soundly and deeply. After the long walk through port and the disaster of finding thugs in her home, I needed her to be okay. Having a meltdown about what I might or might not have done in front of her must have been taxing,too, but she’d gotten me out of it without getting harmed. I felt a tiny spark of hope at that discovery.

Red had descended, but it had not clouded my judgment when it came to her. Did that mean I didn’t have to fear harming her at all? Even if it did,that wasn’tthe main reason; I could still end up a true flesheater. I might already be. That was a sin I could never come back from, and a burden I couldnever put on her. It wouldn’t be right.

For now,though, I could pleasure her, pamper her, care for her. That started with getting out of bed and cleaning up the mess I’d made. It was time to confront what I’d done and find out if I had crossed that horrible line, the one I never wanted to cross. Rising from my mate’s soft bed and warm embrace was difficult;letting go of the pretty cunt I’d seeded was even harder. When I stood by her bed, dark memories swam up from the recesses of my brain. Again. They saidI hadnever wanted to cross that line again. I wanted to deny that thought, but I knew it was true, and I could not face that, so I turned away.

Cleaning, then food prep, and I needed to report in with theVarakartoom. If I spoke to Asmoded, I might be able to make sense of all these feelings roiling through my chest. Was it always like this with a mate? This intense? Only one way to find out, but I did not relish the thought of asking such a sensitive question of the captain. I let him into my quarters after an episode only because I knew he was not big on the chitchat either. That, and my promise that I would.

There were footprints through the blood near both bodies that were too small to be mine. With a sinking heart, I knew that meant that sometime during my rage-induced blackout, Ruby had walked past them. I needed only to check the airlocks to know that she’d gone to make sure the ship was locked down. Indeed, she’d even gone to the bridge and engaged theFinix’s mediocre shielding capabilities. Usually, those were only there to assist with space debris, meteors, and the like. They’d drain the ship’s power while in port, but it was a good safety measure. It would keep people out more surely than the locked doors would.

I dragged the bodies to the engine room and made sure they werecompletelyincinerated in the stationary-running engines. Then Ireachedfor my com as I began to take stock of the supplies remaining in the galley. They’d pulled everything out of the cupboards in search of the smuggled Kanfray shipping,and that included everything from inside the cooler. They had not even left the cans of my mate’s sweet drink, but those were,thankfully,salvageable. The rest of the fresh food, however, was not.

“Come in, Brace. You’ve reached us just in time,” Mitnick’s voice reached me when my call to theVarakartoomwent through. His voice was hushed with tension, and I knew that meant they were about to strike another of Jalima’s shipments. There had been half a dozen left on the list of possibles after the intel that Elyssa had brought us. I still felt guilty that I hadn’t been the one to go to that first meeting like I was supposed to. Tass and my friend had been in terrible danger. If I’d been there like I said I would, I could have helped.

“Mitnick, this is just a quick status report. We’ve reached Rumcas, sold the shipment, and had a break-in by some of Jalima’s men. It’s been taken care of.” I hesitated. The plan had been for me to get off at Rumcas, while Ruby either sold theFinixhere and booked passage to Ker, or I saw her off—ship and all—with a new crew. All she needed to be safe was to get away from Rumcas. At least, in theory. Once she was off the crimelord’s radar, even the parentage of her child should not be a problem.

“Good to hear your voice,” Mitnick responded, which was funny,because I had never really spoken to the male at all. It wasn’t like we’d ever had a conversation. I considered that now, too. Ruby was easy to talk to, she never seemed to judge me, and she was always so cheerful that itfeltlike she lifted my spirits,too. I could not leave her alone. Not now. Not after what we’d shared. I was going to tell her I would see her all the way to Ker. I started by explaining that to Mitnick, and though I heard the laughter in the male’s voice, he did not ask me for an explanation. Maybe he didn’t need one.

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