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“I never xoking said that,” he shouts, grabbing his xora again. Blue beads on the tip. I want to taste it. I want itinme. It has to be in me. That’s the only thing that matters. “And I never said I wanted to xokingmay’reeyou. I just said you don’t have to do this. Your god won’t let you withoutmay’ree.”
I level him with a stare. One I’ve never used. I glance at the door to his left. “Then get out of here and send in Tur’Roth.”
“You bloodthirsty xoking human…” He roars and suddenly he moves in that Krisxox way he does. He’s by the wall, and then he isn’t.
He’s kneeling on the foot of my pallet and his hand is on my chest. He pushes me back very gently and then hooks his hands under my knees. He spreads my legs around his hips and snarls down at me.
“Don’t you xoking say his name. There areno other males for you. There is only me.”
I scoff, feeling wild, feeling crazy. “You have no claim over me. Not with the harem of females you keep.”
“They’re all practice.” He drops onto his elbows over me, hips positioned between my thighs. My legs are trembling. My heart is racing. I can’t catch my breath. I can’t…do…anything…
“Practice for what?” I humor him, but only because he still hasn’t touched me. His chest is so close, but he doesn’t drop it close enough to scrape the peaks of my nipples. “Krisxox…”
“Practice for you, idiot. I’d never kissed anyone before we discovered your species. I wanted to be sure I knew how to ruin you…”
Anger. I clasp my fingers behind his neck, then yank violently on his hair. He hisses, but resists when I try to pull down his mouth down to meet my own.
“You expect me to believe that? I’ve heard their moans through your door in the middle of the lunar.”
“You can believe what you like and you…” He freezes, exhaling a breath a little deeper than the last. I can taste his sweet, citrus scent in the back of my throat a dagger of pleasure splits my clitoris in half. I’m going to burst.I need to burst!
“Krisxox!”
“Xok!” He reaches between us and covers my entire core with his palm.
I whimper wildly, thrashing now, but he refuses to move. He holds me down, fingers tangled in my hair, anchoring the back of my head to the mattress. With his palm on my crotch, he pins my hips.
“Krisxox!”
“Nox! Tell me. Were you listening at the door to my room in the lunar?”
“Hexa!”
“Why?”
I shout the truth. “I didn’t like that you were with them.”
He growls and the color in his ridges explodes. “You didn’t like imagining me sinking my xora deep into the body of another female?”
He starts to move his palm, massaging me. Distantly, I remember him doing this to me before and it felt…simply…no, there is no simple. It felt treacherous and incredible. Full of both hate and love.
“Svera.”
“Nox,” I pant, “I didn’t like that. The sounds. Hearing her moans.”
“What else did you hear?”
“Grunts. The sound of your bodies…” He removes his hand and all at once, replaces it with his xora.
“Ooh!” I scream at its heat. I glance down between us, pushing on his shoulder until I can see the engorged head of his xora pressing against my clit. “Stars…Krisxox…”
His fist looks enormous around his xora as he begins to trace patterns across my clit, sweeping up and down through my sopping folds. They hurt. They hurt so badly…
I hook my arm around his neck and try to kiss him, but he won’t let me. “Please…”
He meets my gaze, gently strokes his hand through my hair, gliding his claws across my scalp, forcing a shudder through my body. “I only kissed those females Svera, and only to practice for this. I dismissed them before the rutting and, after they left, I fisted my own xora just like this and always to thoughts of you.”
