There it was again. Love. Did he really love Sergeant Tabitha Bryce? Had she really broken down his emotional control so much that he couldn’t help what he felt for her? Because if that was the case, he was in trouble. As a Zentorian, he was expected to mate within his species. Choosing a human woman over a cool, collected Zentorian one would guarantee him a life of turmoil and stress. And passion, he reminded himself.
Never had he felt so much as he had since Tabitha Bryce walked into his life. Exasperation, desire, tenderness, lust…there was no end to the feelings she set loose inside him. And now, watching her quiver with fear on the bed in front of him with her long, shapely legs spread and her soft, pink pussy on display, he felt an overwhelming need to make this good for her. He wanted to do more than just get the love knots off, he admitted to himself. He wanted to make her come. Come hard and long so that she would never forget this night.
Bending his head, he placed a hot, open-mouthed kiss on the pink pearl of her clit. She moaned softly and he could feel her trembling under him as he licked gently, tracing with his tongue the silver-gray cord that encircled the throbbing bud, trying to remove all traces of the faintly sweet love honey in order to release her.
He let his tongue play over her clit for a while, building her pleasure, and then lapped gently at the rest of her cunt. The sweet taste of the love honey mixed with her own salty juices was delicious, but no matter how much he licked and sucked, the Drusinian cord showed no signs of letting go. If anything it clung tighter, spasming rhythmically around Tabitha’s tender clit, making her moan and gasp as it tortured her with pleasure.
Keer stopped for a moment to look up at her face. God but she was beautiful. Tousled blonde hair was strewn like golden silk across his dark green coverlet and her cheeks were flushed pink with need. Her eyes were closed tight and her full pink bottom lip was caught between her even white teeth in a look of intense, almost painful pleasure. Her chest heaved rapidly and her nipples were tight and pink, standing erect with desire. Was he responsible for any of that or was it all the work of the Drusinian cord?
He bent to kiss and lick some more and then he heard her.
“Keer…oh god…please.”
Had she really said his name? His cock, already throbbing for release in his pants, surged angrily as her soft voice calling for him roused his passion even more. Keer clenched his hands and gritted his teeth, forcing himself to keep control. Every instinct inside him roared that he needed to take her, to claim her, to shove his cock deep in the sweet, wet pussy he was licking so tenderly and fill her full of his cum. It was his Zentorian blood filling him with an almost animalistic lust so strong he had to fight to control it.
God, can’t do this. Have to keep control…
Tabitha was moaning openly now, gasping for breath as he lowered his head and lapped her slippery cunt. She bucked up to meet him, losing herself in the pleasure he was giving her and then Keer felt something else. Her small, soft hands had somehow come unclenched from the green coverlet and found their way to his head. As Tabitha wound her fingers into his thick hair, he heard her moan his name again.
“Keer…please…oh, feels so good. Can’t help it…going to come!” she gasped, her fingers tightening in his hair as she tilted her pelvis forward, offering herself to him completely.
Something seemed to snap inside him. Before, he’d been trying to lick and suck at the cords that were binding her, concentrating on releasing her. But now Keer’s focus shifted completely to making her come. Sucking her tender, throbbing clit into his mouth, he traced it again and again with the tip of his tongue. At the same time, he pushed the silvery cord to one side and pressed two thick fingers into her hot cunt just as he had when she was on the auction block. His only thought was to make her lose control—to make her come as hard as she could so that he could fuck her and feel her inner walls spasming around the rigid shaft of his cock.
His fingers deep in her tight channel seemed to push her over the edge. Shaking and crying, gasping his name and pulling his hair, Tabitha finally came. Keer could feel her inner walls grasping greedily at his fingers as the orgasm rocked her to her core and she was moaning and begging, chanting his name almost like a prayer.