She shrugged, meeting his gaze. “It’s not something women often admit to. Men usually don’t like to hear if a woman’s had lovers before.”
He considered that for a moment, watching her.
“Vorr are highly possessive. So if we mate, I will not share.” He bared his fangs in warning. “In fact, I would tear apart any male who looked at you or touched you.”
She sucked in a hard breath, pushing at the center of his chest with a small hand. He didn’t let her move, holding her easily as he guessed at the source of her agitation.
“No, you misunderstand me. I do not care who touched you before, just that you are mine now. And solely mine.”
He thought she was going to argue, but she just nodded and offered him a small smile.
It was unguarded and shy, and it hit him harder than any she given him before. A rumble in the back of his throat, he pulled her down to him and claimed her lips again. The kiss before had altered him on a soul-deep level but hadn’t nearly been enough.
He growled as her taste filled his mouth, her lips parting in invitation. He plunged inside, tasting and dominating all in one go. He didn’t know how humans mated… Hell, he barely had an idea how his own species did, so he let instinct guide him.
He kissed her as he wanted to take her, thrusting his tongue past her lips in a mimic of the act instinct told him would bind them together. She whimpered, the sound lost under his lips as she writhed against him.
The feel of her rubbing against his hardened cock was both sublime and a torment all of its own. He growled, his claws breaking free, and held her closer. He was careful not to score her delicate skin, but he had to get her closer. Rock his hips against her until she was a writhing mass of need, begging and pleading for what he could give her.
“Oh god,” she broke away to gasp, her lips a hair’s breadth from his.
He used his thumb to push her chin up and kissed along the soft skin of her neck. The heavy beat of her pulse was a siren's call and his fangs ached. All it would take was one movement to tilt his head to the side, and he could strike, bury his fangs in her neck, taste her blood and claim her with a bond.
He resisted the temptation, dragging his lips back up to hers and kissing her again. She pressed herself closer, her arms around his neck. Rocking against him she rode the hard ridge of his cock, trapped in his leathers. He’d never been so grateful that they were slightly too large for him, otherwise he would have an imprint of the laces on the side of his shaft.
“Oh fuck… Cade,” she moaned, the scent of her need in the air almost driving him insane.
The sound of his name on her lips all but shattered his control and all he could think about was flipping her over, pinning her beneath him, and tearing her clothes off. Taking her as hard and fast as his instincts demanded. Pulling away a fraction, he leaned his forehead against hers and closed his eyes. He didn’t know a lot about human females, but he was fairly certain if he fell on her like a ravening beast, he’d terrify her.
“Slowly.” His whisper was more a reminder to himself than her. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t.” She sounded so confident as she kissed along the line of his jaw that he smiled. In a surge of movement he had her pinned beneath him within a heartbeat, bracing himself over her on the large couch.
“I’m not human, Elise,” he said in a low rumble. “Remember that. I may not always react like a human male… And I don’t want to scare you.”
She smiled up at him, her small hands tracing the lines of his muscles as she explored his body. A rumble of pleasure escaped his throat and he flexed just to show off.
“I don’t know…” She gave him a smile that fired his blood, the heat in her eyes calling to the fire in his veins that tightened his cock and balls until he was as hard as a steel pike. “You seem to be reacting in a pretty normal way…”
“Oh really?”
He was intrigued, and he wasn’t. Despite his words and his assertion that he didn’t care she’d been with other males before, he didn’t want to know the details. All that mattered to him was that she was here now with him, that she wanted him and no other.
“And what way is that?”
She bit her lip as a hand slid lower, and he sucked a hard breath in as soft fingertips played across his stomach under the waistband of his leathers.
“Well. For example… When I undo these and get my hands around your cock, you’ll stop thinking completely.”
“Oh my lady…”
He groaned as her delicate little fingers made short work of the laces at his crotch. She was right. He’d stopped thinking at just the idea of her hands wrapped around his cock. Touching him… Stroking him… Squeezing him…
He dropped his head, breathing deeply as the last lace gave. “Draanthing hell!”
"Yeah something like that.” She chuckled, soft and sultry, as she freed his cock. His arms shook as he kept himself braced above her, every cell in his body anticipating that first touch. His breath hissed out of his lungs as he felt it, the softest brush of satin skin against the heated steel of his erection.
She hummed, pleasure in the sound. “You’re bigger than I thought.”
“Errr… thanks,” he choked, trying to stop his claws erupting to shred the leather of her couch. His cock throbbed savagely as she wrapped little hands around the thick girth.
Draanth, there was no way he was going to survive this. “I…”
“Sssssh,” she murmured, kissing the side of his neck softly. “Let me make you feel good. Just enjoy it.”
He nodded, unable to speak as she explored the length and breadth of him. Her curiosity was addictive, as was her touch. He’d never had anybody find him attractive or view him as a sexual being before, so his brain was struggling to play catchup.
She made a noise in the back of her throat, which he registered enough to pull back and look at her.
“What is it?” Ohh lady… please don’t say she’d found something that meant he was unsuitable as a mate. “We are compatible. Aren’t we? Everything we’ve heard says that the Lathar are compatible with humanity…”
They had to be. He couldn’t give up her touch now.
A soft flush colored her cheeks and she nodded.
“Oh yes, were compatible. It’s just… There was a rumor that you guys had a double peen. I’m glad you don’t,” she admitted. “You’re so big, I’m not sure I can take even one.”
He chuckled, leaning down to claim her lips with a soft kiss. “Are you disappointed?” He hoped she wasn’t. “I mean, I am ridged…”
He flexed in her hand, raising the ridges that ran along his shaft, and she gasped. “Fuck me!”
“I rather thought that was the point,” he murmured, nuzzling her neck.
“It’s just a saying… but we’ll get to that.”
Her hand moved faster and he lost the train of his thought. She stroked, squeezing him until a rough growl rose from the back of his throat. All he could think about was the touch of her delicate little hand and what it would feel like to be buried in her tiny, tight little body.
Lady, she was going to make him lose his mind.