My breath stutters as he crouches before me, gazing at my splayed legs with primal intensity. No one’s ever looked at me like that before; like they need me just to survive. My core clenches on nothing, yearning for him to make me whole.
Sutek wraps his tail around my ankle firmly. It feels like a burning brand, as though he’s marking me as his and keeping me captive. I could kick and scream at this man, and with his strength, it would mean nothing. I’m completely vulnerable to him, and part of me revels in it.
He places my free ankle over his shoulder, then runs his hand down the inside of my leg and thigh. He doesn’t stop until he’s cradling me with a heated grasp.
“Is this what you want, bravi?” He teases, sharp teeth on display. He presses his palm against me, and I can’t resist rubbing against him at the exquisite friction. A rush of fresh heat grows between my thighs.
“Ohh, it is,” he chuckles. “Your scent is intoxicating. I need to know if you taste just as delightful.”
He withdraws his hand, sliding his fingers through my slick before bringing them to his mouth. He sucks on those digits, humming contentedly as he savors my taste.
“You beg me so gracefully.” His fingers brush through my damp curls, stroking in ways that stimulate but never grant me release. “You tempt me to just take you, to just use you as my own.”
I cry out as he plunges a thick finger inside of me. My body arches as he pushes it in. He’s much larger than a human. Already, I feel so full, and he’s only using one finger!
“Tight, but you can take more of me,” he says. Suddenly, he’s withdrawing, only to slide another finger back inside me. I gasp at the slight burn, adjusting to the intrusion.
My thigh presses toward my chest as he leans forward, my leg still hooked over his shoulder. His breath hovers over my thigh. Then, his tongue slips out and delves into my folds. His finger starts a slow thrust inside of me, sliding against my inner walls.
My body begins to shake as pleasure builds. My hips roll with abandon, trying to match the rhythm he sets as his fingers spread and pump inside of me. I clutch the bedsheets, my head tossing as the tension grows. I’m wound so tight, so close. His fingers find that spot inside of me, stroking repeatedly with ruthless efficiency. Without mercy. Tingles spread from my core and radiate across my body. So close!
Then his thick lips clamp over my clit. He sucks, and my world shatters. Lights flash behind my eyes as I scream out his name. My body arches, thighs clenching around his head tightly as wave after wave of euphoria crashes over me.
He continues his ministrations until I can no longer endure it. My body collapses into the sheets, heavy and languid.
My fingers brush over his cheeks, and I gently guide him upwards. As he leaves my core, he snarls, his sharp teeth on display, as if I am taking away something precious from him. His gaze meets mine, and immediately, the grumpiness in his expression is replaced with something tender.
“That was amazing,” I tell him honestly. I’ve had oral before, but never has it felt this intense.
Sutek beams down at me, his expression far too smug and self-satisfied. Yet, I can’t blame the guy; he’s earned his praise after that performance.
My fingers weave into his inky black hair, caressing the silky strands. I’m preparing to pull him in for another passionate kiss when my fingertips graze something hard.
Sutek flinches violently, then abruptly pulls away, retreating to the edge of the bed. His muscular chest heaves, his face cycling through emotions faster than I can register them. Shock. Anger. Pain.
“Sutek?” I ask tentatively, sitting up. “Did I hurt you?”
Did I touch some sensitive part of his alien anatomy? Guilt gnaws at me for causing him pain unwittingly.
Sutek steps back several paces before visibly steeling himself, his broad shoulders squaring. His expressive face goes blank, a practiced mask sliding into place—the placid smile of a service sector worker facing a difficult customer.
“I will bring you a meal when the sun sets,” he informs me, his tone icy. “Feel free to explore the hotel until then. Remember, it’s not open yet, so you won’t encounter anyone but the staff on the grounds.”
Without another word, he turns on his heel and storms out, ignoring my confused calls. The echo of the slamming door reverberates through my hollow chest.
He has left me.
A familiar ache blooms inside. It’s exactly how my ex turned his back on me in the past, all for someone better. Someone who didn’t continuously make mistakes.
I thump my fist into the plush bedding in frustration. What’s worse, I don’t know what I did to drive him away. We were getting along so well, bonding. I was so close to baring my soul to him—sharing who I really am, what happened to me... entrusting him with both my body and my heart.
But now, it seems I’m back to square one, alone on an alien planet.
“Well, fuck.”
ChapterNine
SUTEK
