Page 40 of Claimed By the Krijese

Kala washes the top of my chest next and the water drips down to soak my bra making the thing even more transparent than it already was. I reach behind and unhook it with a confidence I’ve never felt before. But the look in his eyes and his comment aboutmy scent gives me the boost to go for it. I drop it on top of where my shirt fell on the ground and stand proudly with my shoulders back.

Kala doesn’t say anything, but he also doesn’t take his intent stare off me while he runs the wet cloth across my heated flesh. When he brushes over a nipple, I suck in a sharp breath and my knees quake. More wetness soaks my underwear. He thoroughly cleans both breasts and my belly even though it wasn’t dirty.

At first I think he’s done since he drops the cloth into the water basin and disappointment fills me. Except I’m wrong. Kala palms both breasts in his large, calloused hands.

“Is this all right?” he rasps out in a gruff whisper. “This kind of touching?”

I nod, because I’m having trouble speaking.

“You must say the words, Iris, so I know it is the truth.”

I clear my throat. “It is more than all right. Don’t stop.”

He doesn’t. Kala explores at will. He cups me, squeezes, kneads, and molds my flesh in various ways, and I can tell that he’s cataloguing each of my responses because the ones that cause the greatest reaction, he repeats. I’m nearly a puddle on the floor and have to grab his forearm to steady myself.

“Is this the kind of pleasure you wanted to give each other?”

“Yes.” Although it was meant to be more a mutual thing, but for once in my life I want to be a little selfish.

“So you enjoy this?”

I bark out a harsh laugh. If I enjoyed it any more, I’d orgasm. Which isn’t that far off to my shock. “Very much.”

“I am glad. You should only ever experience pleasure, Iris.”

“Don’t stop,” I beg again.

“Not until you tell me to cease.”

Not gonna happen.

“Perhaps we would be more comfortable in our pallet? I still need to wash the lower half of you.”

Having Kala see me topless hadn’t felt like such a huge deal. Maybe because I actually think my boobs are pretty spectacular. Not that the rest of me is terrible, but he’ll also be the first man to see me completely naked. As bold and confident as I was a second ago, it’s slowly wearing off. I hate that it is, too.

A warm hand palms my jaw and I glance up at Kala.

“If this is all the pleasuring that occurs this turn, it is all right. We have the rest of our lives to learn each other’s bodies and what pleases the other.”

My heart skips several beats. How did I get so damn lucky to land a guy like Kala? He might be an alien who has come from a troubled species who has literally killed my people and who is probably the farthest thing from human, but he’s only ever treated me with kindness. Our mating might be for Sorin, but I have a feeling it won’t always be that way.

“Are you sure you won’t be too disappointed?” I suck in my bottom lip and bite at it.

His mouth slit parts and he shows me his teeth. It reminds me so much of Sorin’s attempt at a smile that it starts up a funny feeling in my belly.

“I could never be disappointed in my…sweeney.”

My forehead wrinkles. “In your what?”

Kala cants his head. “Is that not correct? This name of affection we call one another?”

I snort and cover my mouth with my hand to smother my laughter. “Do you mean sweetie?”

“That is what you call Sorin, yes? Was there not another name you called me? I thought it was what we call each other.”

Oh my gosh, my mate is so freaking adorable. “I was going to call Sorin sweetie and you honey, but I actually kind of like sweeney. It’s like my own special nickname.”

“It is not foolish that I made a mistake?”

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