Page 49 of Pulled By the Tail
Talen placed an arm over her shoulder like it belonged there, like they had cuddled and watched a dozen films. “Deal.”
Talen’s clawsdug into the wood paneling. Georgia gave a melting moan, grinding back against his hard cock, not caring that they’d have to repair the damage.
Add it to the list.
“I want you, wife,” he said, practically purring into her ear.
“I’m not your wife,” she protested.
This was their game. He made a statement of what he wanted; she denied it but absolutely wanted the same thing. Talen never took more than she would give.
“And I don’t want you.”
I want you.
They both knew their marriage license wasn’t worth the paper it was printed on. Soon the courts would dissolve the farce and they’d go their separate ways. Until then, nothing said that two adults couldn’t have fun together. It was just sex, not love. Amazing sex, yes, but not anything to keep her on this backwater planet.
His hands skimmed down her arms and back, pausing to squeeze her butt. He rucked up her skirt, revealing the lacy boy shorts.
“Get your filthy paws off me,” she said.
Touch me.
“These are very pretty. Did you wear them for me?” That voice, smoother than silk and so deep it reverberated through her body, made her ache. Purr didn’t begin to describe the effect Talen’s voice had on her. She shouldn’t want him this badly. He wasn’t her husband, not really, and these games, while fun, would come to an eventual end. But she couldn’t resist him. She was human, after all.
“They’re not for you.”Only for you.
“I think you wore them for your mate and I think you want your mate to take them off.” His fingers hooked under the waistband, the tips of his claws scratching at her. He had claw caps and had even offered to wear them for her protection, but Georgia enjoyed the scrapes and abrasions of his love marks.
“Don’t, please.”Please, please, please.
He tugged the panties down, exposing her to the cool, damp air. He crouched down and paused, drinking in the sight of her. She practically vibrated with need.
She could remove her hands from the wall. She could push him away and stop the game at any time, but she didn’t want to. She wanted her husband-by-a-technicality to do all the filthy things he promised. Besides, it’s not like they were emotionally invested in each other. This was just sex.
His tail brushed up her inner thigh. She shivered and pushed her ass back, hoping he’d get the idea. What was he waiting for? The corridor wasn’t in a high traffic part of the house but with her luck, someone would blunder down the hall soon and see her with her ass on display.
Maybe Bright had been right to tease her. They were hardly subtle, but she found she didn’t care at the moment. She spun in place, intending to push Talen to the ground and climb on top.
Talen, her almost fake alien husband, knelt at her feet, his pupils blown wide, obscuring the amber of his eyes. His ears twitched and his tail wrapped around her waist, tugging her close.
“Georgia, I want you.”
This wasn’t a game anymore.
Oh, fuck.
He looked about a moment away from doing something dumb like pledging his everlasting devotion or proposing that they make their not-marriage real.
She pushed him down to the hardwood floor and climbed on, distracting them both with sensory overload. He gripped her hips, but his claws did not puncture her skin. Their love was fast and loud, and anyone could turn the corner and discover them. The pair was so self-indulgent it was embarrassing, and she might have been if she hadn’t liked the way her body shivered with need when Talen reached for her.
They were still learning each other and exploring their limits. She never would have guessed a year ago that she’d have the balls to ride a man in a dusty hallway. He made her reckless and she loved the heady exhilaration when he fixed those amber eyes on her, like she was exciting and not a stick-in-the-mud, like she brought him to life, like he felt a fraction of what she felt for him.
Oh, fuck.
They hadn’t been playing a game for a long while now.
Talen
