His eyes flashed. “Okay.”
“What about…sexually transmitted diseases?”
He frowned. “We have no such things among the Damari.”
She smiled and rocked her hips. “Good.”
With a growl, he took her mouth.
His fingers curled around her neck, holding her in place for the sensual onslaught. His tongue thrust into her mouth, and she kissed him back. She couldn’t hold still. She gripped his muscular shoulders, hips moving, sliding that tantalizing cock against her.
He pulled his head back. “You are so beautiful, Poppy.” He lowered his head and sucked her nipple into his mouth. “So sweet.”
“You’re so gorgeous.” Oh, his mouth felt so good. Everything he did caused sensation to arrow straight between her legs. “No one’s ever wanted me like you do.”
“Then the men of the Earth are idiots.”
Brodin took his time, tongue toying with her nipple. Her back bowed, small cries escaping her. Her hips jerked as he nibbled at her, sending water sloshing against the side of the tub. He switched to her other breast. She slid her hands into his unbound silver-white hair.
Then her fingers ran over his chest. She needed to hold on to him to stay anchored or she’d fly apart.
He lifted his head, then his mouth was back on hers. He kissed her—deep, drugging kisses.
One of his hands drifted down to her belly, and one finger dipped into her belly button, then he delved between her thighs.
Poppy cried out and lifted her hips. He stroked her, then thrust a thick finger inside her.
Oh, God.
“Tight, my sweet Poppy. You’ll feel my cock when I slide inside you.”
Her lips parted. “Brodin.”
His finger plunged in and out, then he brushed her clit. She jerked.
“Ah, here’s what I’d hoped to find.”
She panted as he rolled her clit. “Damari women are—?”
“Similar.” He pinched the swollen nub and she moaned. He slid his finger back inside her and soon she was riding his hand.
Poppy was delirious with pleasure. She sobbed his name and heat swelled inside her.
“Time for my taste now.” His hand withdrew.
No. She made a sound of protest.
The beast was smiling. “I’ll take care of you, my sweet anata.”
He lifted and spun her. Poppy found herself bent over the curved edge of the tub.
“Is this place designed for debauchery?” she panted.
His hand ran down her back. “I’ve never brought anyone here.”
Her chest hitched and she looked back at him. His rugged face was stark with desire. Need burned in his eyes.
“No one?” she asked.
“No one.”
His hand shaped her ass and she tilted it a little.
She’d never been this shameless, or needy. His hand ran down the crevice of her buttocks, making her shiver, and he stroked her folds.
“Hot, wet, and juicy.” His voice was thick with desire.
She heard water slosh, then felt warm breath on the backs of her thighs.
Oh, oh.
His mouth closed on her. His hands pushed her open. He licked and sucked, his tongue stabbing into her.
Poppy cried out, making incoherent noises. His finger found her clit as his skilled mouth kept working her.
“You taste better than I imagined, Poppy.” He bit her thigh.
She jolted, sobbing now. Her breasts felt full, and throbbed. Heat coiled below in her belly.
She pushed back against his mouth and he growled against her.
“Come for me,” he ordered. “Come for me, my sweetness.”
Everything inside Poppy contracted. She arched her back, pure pleasure swamping her.
As waves crashed over her, she collapsed against the side of the tub. Then Brodin was moving, standing and lifting her into his arms.
He crossed to the bed, leaving a dripping path of water behind them.
Poppy’s body felt heavy, lazy, and thoroughly sated.
He laid her down, pushing her thighs apart. His face looked almost feral.
She should be afraid, but instead, excitement shot through her, along with a new surge of desire.
He stroked his big hands down her thighs, his gaze on her.
God. She quivered.
This. This was what it felt like to be truly desired. To be wanted for more than her brains or ability. To be more than just looked at with faint puzzlement.
He hooked one of her thighs around his hips. His hand gripped his thick cock. The thick head rubbed against her and she bit down on her lip.
Then he thrust inside her.
Poppy moaned.
“I knew…you’d be tight.” He pushed deeper. “Take me, Poppy.”
Her body stretched around the hard length of him. She gripped his biceps and met his gaze.
“Brodin.”
“That’s right. Filling you up.” He started thrusting inside her, a hard, steady rhythm. “Perfect.”
She moaned, her inner muscles clenching on him. Oh, God. Pleasure ignited like an inferno.
The look on his handsome, rugged face… His big body surged into her, his teeth gritted. She writhed, desperate to drive him as wild as she felt.
The slide of his cock sent a lightning jolt of pleasure through her body. Pleasure built until she couldn’t contain it anymore. She turned her head and sank her teeth into his bicep. Her orgasm ripped through her.
His growl was low and wild. His next thrust was hard and dominant, and then his big body shuddered as his own climax hit.
They held each other, as the waves of pleasure washed over them.
Chapter Thirteen
In the early morning light, Brodin watched Poppy sleeping, filled with a sense of contentment he hadn’t felt in a long time.
Leading a planet of shapeshifters with wild hearts and often volatile emotions was enormous work. He loved his people, but at times he needed a break.
Add in Zavir, and Brodin hadn’t truly relaxed in a long time.
He ran his fingers over Poppy’s belly. Her skin was so smooth. He liked her right here—naked, sated from him making her come, sprawled in his bed in his private lair.
His lips quirked. Yes, he was very possessive. He was growing more and more possessive of his woman from Earth.
She stirred. She opened her eyes and smiled at him.
Yeah, he liked that. He cupped her breast, and toyed with her nipple.
She gasped. “You can’t want me again. Not after last night.”
“You’re wrong. I want you all the time.” He’d used her a lot. She’d taken him—fast and hard, slow and thorough. Whatever he’d wanted, demanded of her, his sweet, sexy Poppy had given it to him.
His hand drifted down her body, and dipped between her legs.
She made a small sound.
“Sore?” He eased a finger inside her.
“A little. It’s not too bad.” Her hips lifted, and she bit her bottom lip.
She was already growing wet for him. She moaned.
“I want to fuck you in the traditional Damari way.” The way couples and mates did.
Her eyes went wide. “How?”
“In the forest.” He smiled, his gut growing hot. “After I hunt you and catch you.” He thrust two fingers inside her.
“Brodin.” His name ended on a moan.