Page 36 of Alien Jeopardy
She grabbed my horns and I soaked myself like an inexperienced idiot. Shame fills me the same as my spend fills my pants.
But gods, her mouth on mine, the taste of her sweet tongue and the heat of her willing cunt… she’s all I’ve ever wanted, wrapped up in a soft human package. So when she gripped my sensitive horns like she wanted to steer me for her pleasure?
It easily sent me over the edge.
Now, it takes all of my strength not to take my mate into my arms and fly away with her, somewhere private where I can take my time with her—so I can spread her legs apart and feast on the cunt that was made for me.
My teeth grind against each other as the flying camera circles closer, and I do my best not to grind against her, my skithing nearly painful with the second wave of need.
I refuse to come in my pants again. No, the next time I come, it will be deep inside her tight, hot channel, while my skith brings her all the pleasure she deserves.
Ell’s plump ass rubs up against my still-erect cock, nearly sending another spurt out of it.
This is not right.
Carefully, I pull her legs from where they’ve gripped, vise-like, around me, and attempt to extricate myself from my enthusiastic female’s mating attempts.
I have never thought to put a mouth on another mouth, and I hope to do it again when my cock is buried deep inside her sweetness.
A fang pricks my lower lips as I attempt to shove my lust down and remove my female from me. I do not want her to realize what I’ve done from the feel of her mouth alone.
So I gingerly guide her in front of me, away from the proof of my excitement, and force myself to think of things that are not my Ell. I think of the last time I worked a rickshaw, before the king conscripted more troops. The way the elderly Draegon that hired me looked at me with absolute disgust before ignoring me completely, his human servant giving directions.
I think of the way I was shackled once my wings were strong enough to carry me, forced to learn how to fight the king’s wars in return for a chance at freedom.
I’m so caught up in the memories, that I hardly realize Ell is staring up at me, a distraught expression on her pretty face.
“Congratulations,” the Roth host booms out, jogging over to where I stand, sheltering Ell from view.
Ell, who is upset.
“We will be able to communicate,” I tell her, frustrated at that all over again. “I cannot wait to be able to speak with you. I want to know everything about you. Every last detail.”
I know she can’t understand me, but I want her to hear me all the same.
She avoids my gaze, though, and I go silent at the grim expression on her face.
I glance down, whipping my gaze to my pants, where a darker spot has begun to form from the come soaking the material.
Ah, gods. I am a fool. Of course she doesn’t want to look at me.
She’s embarrassed of me. I have brought shame to her, and now she will think I am an unfit mate for her.
I clear my throat, but no adequate words come.
She wouldn’t be able to understand them anyway.
Not yet, at least.
“We earned our prize,” I growl at the Roth host, whose throat bobs nervously. My tail lashes behind me, and Ell pushes away one of my wings.
I nearly come again, so enamored with the feel of her soft little hand on the webbed surface.
She pushes it harder, stepping away from me and putting space between us, rosy red coloring her pale cheeks.
Her eyes are glossy with moisture, and I frown at them. I’ve seen humans make water with their eyes before—it’s a common sight when the Draegon they served push them too hard, and usually a result of grievous injury.
Fear tingles through my wings and down my spine.
