Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 68478 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68478 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
Mardok’s breath hisses out again. “Dirty talking, too? Gods, Farli, you are my every dream come to life.”
I like that. It makes me want to do more. So I lick him again, imagining that icicle when I was a kit, and let my tongue drag up and down his length.
He snarls, and then, in a flash, he is upright in the furs. His arms go around my torso, and then he drags me down into the bedding and I am underneath him. His handsome face is beaded with sweat, and he is panting hard. “No more,” he rasps. “I can’t take it. I’ll spill all over your pretty face.”
“I would not mind,” I tell him boldly. “You can do that.”
“Farli, Farli, Farli,” he says, and buries his face against my neck. “You filthy, gorgeous thing. I don’t want to use you like that. Not yet.”
I wrap my arms around him and shrug. “It is not using if we both enjoy it. I liked licking you, very much. I did not even get to lick you everywhere yet.”
“You’ve licked me enough,” he says, and presses a kiss to the side of my neck. It sends shivers through my body and an ache through my nipples. Then he lifts his head and grins at me. “Now it’s my turn.”
10
MARDOK
Ilike her this way—underneath me and naked. I grin down at her, and she smiles brightly back up at me, just as eager for her turn as I was for mine. I love that there’s not a hint of shyness in Farli. She’ll put her mouth on my cock and prance around nude just because it makes her happy. She doesn’t care what anyone else thinks. There’s a freedom to her that makes me envious, even as it shocks me, just a little. When did I—the jaded, world-weary ex-soldier—become the prude? Yet I can’t be as free as Farli. It’s hard to wrap my brain around it.
But I want to please her like she’s pleased me. Except…I want to make her come. I need to make her come. I can’t, because I’ll blow my load all over that gorgeous dark blue skin of hers in an instant if she puts her mouth on me again, and I need to see to her needs first. I can’t wait to give her the same treatment, to put my tongue on her and watch her come undone.
It’s clear she can’t wait, either. She’s squirming underneath me, utterly impatient, and my heart skips a beat at how beautiful and eager she is.
How did someone like me ever deserve such a gift? I’m nobody—a washed-out failure of a soldier who scrapes by getting my hands greasy on a long-haul freighter. It’s a job that few want because no one likes being away from family and friends for so long. I never cared, and after my father’s death, I felt even more remote than ever.
But that was before I met Farli. I imagine someone like her waiting at home for me…and I can’t imagine how anyone could do this job. I’d be insane to leave her side for a moment.
Then stay, the little voice whispers in my ear. Stay with her forever.
I’d be left behind. The thought fills me with unholy terror and a gnawing dread. The thought of watching the Lady fly away without me on it makes me want to vomit.
“I am here,” Farli says, breaking through my dark thoughts. Her fingers caress my cheek. “You are safe with me.”
I press my face into her hand, kissing it. “Sorry. I just…went to a bad place. Got distracted.”
“It is all right.” Her voice is gentle and soothing like rain, and her touch makes me feel instantly better. “Do you need a moment to yourself? I can leave.”
Leave? While I have her under me, naked and aroused? Kef no. My brain can just get in gear, because this is an opportunity not to be wasted. I kiss her palm again, and as I hold her wrist, I begin to kiss down her arm. I’ll let this be my answer.
Her eyes are bright with a mixture of amusement and desire.
“Lie back,” I tell her, and she obeys immediately. Her thick hair spills out from behind the curl of her horns, and it makes her look wild and untamed. I love that about her, how free she is. And it makes me sad even as it arouses me, because taking her back to the Homeworld? They’d tame the wildness out of her. Make her like everyone else.
I hate the thought of that.
Before my thoughts can grow dark again, I kiss the soft inside of her elbow and then continue forward. I must stay focused, and right now, my mission is to make Farli come.
She’s quiet as I kiss my way toward her shoulder, and then I’m near her delectable neck again. I brush a stray lock of hair aside and lean in to kiss her soft throat. She makes a noise then, a little sigh of pleasure. All right, the arm isn’t doing it for her, I admit ruefully to myself. Perhaps my bed skills aren’t as great as I think they are. Or maybe Farli just isn’t into pretending to appease my ego. I prefer that—I want to know when I’m pleasing her and when I’m not. I press another kiss to her neck and let my tongue drag along her collarbones. That earns me an inhaled breath and a squirm. Excellent.