Oh. I’ve never heard him say my full name like that. It’s such a mouthful that most of the aliens don’t even bother. But hearing it makes me feel seen. So damn seen. Like he wanted to learn it just because it’s mine. I whimper and lower my hips over his waiting mouth.
With a hungry sound, he’s on my pussy again, licking me like a starving man. His tongue strokes over my sensitive clit and up to my core, and then he’s tonguing me hard, lapping at me with ticklish, arousing strokes even as I rock against him. I’ve never sat on anyone’s face before. It feels incredibly intimate and yet so damn good that I can’t even stop to think if he likes this or not. Shit, I can tell he likes it just by the satisfied sounds he’s making, the way he rubs his mouth over my flesh as if he’s never had such a good time. I suck in a breath when he tongues me deep—fucking ridges on his tongue, too—and I stare at his cock, so erect and needy that it’s weeping a strand of pre-cum onto his belly.
He drives his tongue into me again and as I work my hips over him, trying to get myself off, he rubs a hand on the inside of my thigh. In the next moment, that hand is between my legs, on my clit as he works his tongue into me again, and I cry out, collapsing against his chest as I rock harder against him,soclose to coming. “Don’t stop!”
I’rec, bless that delicious, surly alien, never stops fingering me. He just keeps rubbing in the same pattern, his tongue eagerly diving between my thighs, pushing deep inside of me, and I choke as I come so hard that I see stars. Even after I come, my legs clamping around him and my body collapsing over him, he continues to tongue me and work my clit, until I’m bouncing on his face again, another orgasm rocketing through my system.
This time when I come, I squirt, and I’m a little horrified at the realization. But he only makes a pleased sound and continues to lick my folds, enjoying all of this, and god, this is not fair, not fair, not fair.
I want him for myself. I don’t want Tia getting anywhere near him. I whimper miserably at the thought.
Immediately, I’rec stops, pressing his mouth to the inside of my thigh. “What is it?” he asks. “Is it too much? Should I stop?”
My heart hurts all over again, because he’s checking in with me to make sure I’m still having fun. Man,sukobis a bitch. “Want you…inside me…” I pant. “Now please.”
He gives my pussy one last kiss—as if reluctant to leave it behind—and then releases me, his hands skimming down my thighs in an almost reverent fashion as I climb off of him. I immediately turn and get back on my hands and knees again, rocking my pussy against his dripping shaft. “Can I ride you?”
I’rec’s eyes gleam with delight, his mouth wet and flushed from his ministrations. “I am yours,” he tells me.
For tonight, I think, and then I push all the heartache aside, because I’m seating myself atop him and it feels so good that it drowns out thought of anything else.
I’ll worry about the future tomorrow.
ChapterThirteen
FLOR
Iwake up the next morning with I’rec pressing kisses to my shoulder, his hand slipping between my thighs to tease my clit. “Do you feel it, F’lor?”
“Mm?” I blink awake, not feeling anything but I’rec’s erection against my backside.
“Resonance,” he murmurs, his teeth nipping at my ear as he rubs a tender circle around my clit. “We have stopped singing.”
That wakes me up immediately. I put a hand to my chest, expecting to feel the insistent thrum of the song there, the song that practically makes my tits feel as if they’re vibrating, but it’s silent and still. No, not entirely silent, I realize. There’s a low purr there, like it’s been sated.
And then I gasp because I’rec is rubbing the side of my clit with his finger and making me arch against him with need, and there’s no point. I’m pregnant now. He doesn’t need me in his bed. “W-wait.”
He pauses. “F’lor?”
I push his hands away, sitting up and scooting out of his grasp. “We’re not resonating anymore. You know what that means.”
I’rec sits up. “It means I will not have to walk all day with an aching erection.” He pauses, eyeing me and how I’m drawing away from him. “Hopefully.”
“No, it means you can take Tia,” I remind him. “We can separate now.”
He frowns in my direction, as if I’m speaking gibberish. “Why would I wish to take T’ia with me?”
“Because you love her.”
I’rec groans, flopping back in the furs and covering his face. “Again with this? Why do you not believe me when I say I do not want her now? That I want you as my mate and no other?”
“Because up until a few days ago, you and I were spending every waking minute of downtime going over her letters, looking for hidden meanings?”
He props up on one elbow, his hair a mess around his horns. I vaguely recall grabbing fistfuls of it last night as I rode his face again for a second time. I might have screamed a few obscenities into the night. Just a few. “That was before resonance,” I’rec says, as if this is the simplest explanation ever. “Resonance has made me realize that T’ia is not the right one for me. That the right one for me was standing nearby all along, and I was too blind to see it.” He rubs his chin thoughtfully. “I wonder if resonance merely gives us a push in the direction we need. It always selects the right mate. Perhaps it sees the heart far more clearly than we do.”
Or perhaps he’s still thinking with his little I’rec. “Don’t you find your change of heart a bit sudden?”
“Resonance is always sudden,” I’rec says. “Do you truly think I would choose T’ia over you at this point? She does not make me smile. She does not make me laugh. She does not share gossip with me or listen to what I say.” He gives me a deliberate up and down look. “She does not ride my face as if my tongue must be conquered—”