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  She shut the door. It was a good thing she didn’t know the neighbors very well. This could get very awkward to explain.

  Dania stood there stiffly for a second, knowing this stranger pinned her with his—back to black—eyes. “Soooo,” she stalled, the only sound between them the rustling of the bag in her hand. “How about some Skittles?”

  She didn’t wait for an answer as she made her way to the galley kitchen that overlooked her living space. Plopping the spoils onto the counter, she tore into the crinkling bag of chewy candies, nervously shoving a small handful into her mouth.

  Even the pleasure of sweet and sour bliss didn’t calm her sudden spike in heartrate. While she didn’t track his movements with her eyes, Dania could see the otherworldly man silently move in her peripheral. It was as if he were drawn to her.

  He didn’t stop beside her, but behind her.

  Fuck, fuck, fuck.

  There went her prey-senses again, telling her to run away, and run away fast. But she didn’t run, some curious part of herself needed to know what would happen next.

  His presence, his heat, caged her in his massive shadow. With his height, he easily blocked out the light from above, and when two of his large paw-like hands settled on the counter in front of her, she knew she was trapped.

  The heat grew as his shadow moved.

  “You have nothing to fear,” he rumbled beside her ear, his warm breath fanning the curve. His hooked claws clacked against the counter.

  Dania had serious doubts about that statement.

  Something wet slid along the curve of her ear where his breath had touched. His tongue.

  She squeezed her eyelids shut to block out the salacious shudder that rolled through her.

  Didn’t work.

  “I have never been with a Therran before,” he admitted, keeping his uncomfortably intimate proximity by speaking directly into her ear. The timbre of his voice touched on nerves in her being that likely had a direct link to her core, because it clenched at his words. His scorching heat that she could feel through the fabric of their clothes when he pressed closer yet, chin grazing the curve of her exposed neck.

  The ridge of his nose pressed into the hollow behind her ear, and Dania tilted her head to the side, the prey-senses urging her to yield to the predator who had her cornered.

  It excited her.

  The next rolling growl that clicked from him, and vibrated against the side of her exposed throat, had her lips parting and her breath quickening.

  “Your scent,” he licked the side of her throat, large, bumpy tongue clipping her lobe, “is exquisite.”

  Stars above.

  Dania’s fingers clenched onto the counter, her knees trembled, and her pussy tightened with unchecked arousal.

  His words, followed by the gusts of his breaths as he sniffed her, had lustful images of their bodies rocking together flashing in the black void behind her closed eyelids.

  The pleasurable twist in her abdomen nearly made her moan.

  Long fingers wrapped around her wrist and swiftly, before she could protest, pulled it behind her to press against something hard.

  Dania’s lids flew open, her spine stiffening.

  “Feel that?”

  How could she not? Her fingers slid along the thick length that strained against his pants, hesitation winding her up again. The rational part of her brain—the one that hadn’t considered compatibility before she took this alien up on his offer—jumped awake now.

  “M-maybe we should take a breather,” she stumbled, inwardly cursing herself and attempting to shake off the lust.

  It was so hard, though.

  Something else was hard too. She had yet to remove her hand from where he’d placed it. Her fingers squeezed. The stranger hissed a breath against her ear and rocked into her grip.

  His member was bigger than she imagined. It intimidated her, excited her.

  “You tease,” he accused, his voice a musical baritone, pinging through her.

  She’d never been called a tease in her life. She liked to think of herself as the giving lover, but the way this alien roused a carnal thirst in her was giving her ideas—ideas she hadn’t entertained before.

  What if she took the reins? Just for a little while?

  She didn’t want a breather, she needed him.

  “Undress me.” Her words were barely above a whisper, but she infused them with every ounce of power she had.

  The stranger stilled at her back, and the silence was so heavy that had she not felt his heat, his faint breath against her neck, she would’ve wondered if he’d disappeared.

  Judging by the guards posted outside of her apartment, he was either important or had money. In either case, Dania thought it was safe to assume he issued the orders, he didn’t take them.

  These weren’t business hours though, and Dania didn’t work for him. She was doing this for her.

  She turned within his caged arms, her face so close to his their noses nearly brushed. The inky depths of his eyes sucked up the light around the room and threatened to devour her along with it. Emotions warred there in micro-expressions her keen sight picked up on.

  “I said,” she breathed, “undress me.”

  His lips were parted, their width foreign to her and rivaling the widest of mouths on a human. The white teeth behind them nearly glinted. In one bite, he could rend limbs from her body, but that didn’t stop her from reaching up to rub her thumb across his bottom lip.

  That seemed to pull him out of his trance, because his lower set of hands swept underneath her jacket at the collar, spreading the covering and slowly pushing it over her shoulders. It fell to the floor.

  His claws snagged against her shirt and again at her pants, pulling a smirk from her, but to her surprise, he didn’t rip anything.

  A heady sensation rolled through her as this imposing alien did what she told him to. She hadn’t even uttered the word please.

  ****

  VAL’KOY

  Val’Koy internally roiled with indecision. He couldn’t determine what to feel underneath his overwhelming craving to bury himself in this female who ordered him to action.

  A’Drast, what was he doing?

  No one ordered him about, yet here he was...

  With every piece of clothing he removed from her shapely body, her arousing scent grew. Her pheromones were enough to drive him berserk. The building could be collapsing at this very moment, but he wouldn’t give a fuck.

  This was dangerous. This female was dangerous.

  When she stood there in nothing except two flimsy undergarments, he throbbed. Air rocked in and out of his lungs as he tried, and failed, to clear his mind.

  Her soft belly had a pouch just under the strange umbilical scar Therran’s possessed, her fleshy thighs brushed against each other, and her cushioned backside pressed against the cabinet. The width of her hips, the way they curved outward like perfect handles for gripping, the arc only interrupted by the cinching of her lavender underthing hiding the puffy outline between her legs... Ahh it sent his fingers to twitching. He wanted to knead them, paw at the flesh of her belly and sides, and...

  His gaze traveled upward. The mounds human females had that came in all sizes, for some unknown reason, on this woman, made his mouth salivate so fast and heavily, that he had to swallow repeatedly.

  Val’Koy needed to see what was underneath her remaining garments.

  This was new territory for him. He knew humans came in all sizes; some leaner, akin to the Melier female, while others—like this woman—carried more weight upon their bodies and appeared rounder.

  “You’re not finished,” she pointed out, lifting one sandy brow. Therran’s had fur—hair—everywhere it seemed—their scalp, their face, their arms, and legs. Where else?

  Again, she spoke to him like she was in charge. His scales tightened, but it was quickly replaced by a surge of arousal that had him lowering himself to his knees and vaguely—through the amorous thoughts—question
ing his fucking sanity.

  ****

  DANIA

  Dania’s canine dug into her bottom lip when she watched this strong alien sink to his knees in front of her. She had a fucked-up mix of fear, adrenaline, and desire coursing through her veins; like at any moment, she could push this guy too far and he’d sink those big damn teeth into her flesh and remind her who came first in the food chain.

  It didn’t matter that he didn’t eat humans.

  In her fear, her clit pulsed in tune with her heartbeat, the tiny bundle of nerves begging for attention.

  He hooked his claws under the straps of her bra and, without much effort, pulled so that the supportive cups flipped down, resting on her middle. Neither of them bothered unlatching the clasps at her back—the stranger was already transfixed with the puckering of her nipples as the chilled recycled air drifted over them.

  Dania cleared her throat, and that was all the urging he needed to pull down her panties. Her cheeks heated at the feel of the fabric unsticking from her pussy.

  She was uncomfortably wet.

  The rumbling, never-ending growl resounding through the kitchen—as he watched her sticky arousal stretch like it didn’t want to let go of her panties—had a small whimper passing from her throat. The fabric tightened around her thighs, forgotten.

  Had she ever been so turned on?

  This alien eyed her like he wanted to eat her up, piece by piece. She needed to be touched and couldn’t wait anymore!

  Dania slid her hand between her legs, fingers deftly parting her slick folds. The middle digit swiped around her rock-hard clit, pulling a shaky exhale from her.

  Had it ever been like that before? By her own hand, she’d brought herself to orgasm plenty, but not in front of anyone.

  Now though, this stranger’s face was inches from her pussy, and he watched as she pleasured herself.

  So close.

  She was teetering on the edge of release after only a few well-versed lashes of her fingers.

  He grasped her hand, stilling the working fingers and pulling a frustrated huff from her. She watched as he brought her hand to his mouth, her juices leaving a sheen on his bottom lip before he sucked on the digits, tasting her.

  Oh, damn.

  Her naked skin danced, shivering and sparking alive. Dania had never felt so much lust. She was balancing on the edge of an orgasm while some alien she’d only met a few hours ago sucked on her damn fingers!

  A sharp tooth scraped against her first knuckle, and she felt another gush of heat flood her thighs, could hear her own harried breathing. Did that throaty moan just come from her?

  As if he were done being told what to do, he dropped her hand, stood, and in one swift motion, he reached behind her and cleared the entire fucking counter.

  The bag of candy dumped into the empty sink, half the Skittles crashed to the floor in a shower of ping-ping sounds, and her rack of knives clattered to the ground.

  Big hands grasped her waist and up she went, bare ass sitting where she cut up her vegetables every day. Her hands supported her as she leaned back toward the bar overlooking her living room.

  “Enough play,” the alien grated, his mouth twisting into a feral smile or sneer, she couldn’t tell. Her brain had to be disturbed—something hidden within the depths of her psyche—to be turned on by the possibility of being torn apart as she got rammed into oblivion by this towering beast.

  One set of hands fisted her panties, dragging them off her legs while the other set parted the seam at his throat. The front of his robe split, and he withdrew from her to fling it away, baring his long, rippling torso and the defined biceps of all four arms. Veins snaked up the limbs, and she had the sudden urge to drag her tongue along every last one.

  Dania barely sucked in a handful of breaths before he brought her balled up panties to his nose and... sniffed.

  She was mortified and shocked and... turned on.

  Her thighs slammed together, attempting to give her clit some friction to ride out the wicked sensation spearing her pussy.

  He said something then, but it was so base, barely above a rolling series of clicks and growls that she couldn’t understand. It touched on every fucking nerve at her core.

  Her eyes tracked his movements as his lower set of arms parted the seam of his pants. The fabric peeled apart, the tapered end of his cock visible. The thick length, riddled with pale blue veins, broke free, the long slit on the underside of his tip oozing a green liquid.

  What the—

  He wrapped a fist around his base, stroking his intimidating appendage once, twice, the inhuman precum lubing him up.

  Dania couldn’t find her voice.

  His paws parted her thighs, fingers kneading the inner flesh and sending her mind to carnal places. He jerked her closer.

  ****

  VAL’KOY

  Val’Koy nearly spilled onto the floor when he pulled her to the edge of the counter and everything jiggled. Her chest mounds bounced, their peaks pointing toward the stars, and her soft belly quivered. Her thighs felt so plush beneath his hands, he couldn’t help but knead them like a contented pet.

  It was so vulgar, so obscenely other it bordered on taboo for him. Melier females were extremely lean—nothing bounced.

  Val’Koy... liked the softness this Therran possessed.

  He yearned to fuck her until they were both slick in the aftermath. He just didn’t... know how.

  Val’Koy grunted a frustrated breath. Splayed before him, he could see her openings, the innermost hidden folds at the apex of her thighs, but it looked too different from the other species he’d been with. He didn’t want to assume and damage her—or himself—in the process.

  This was one subject his brothers had never discussed with him, but if he didn’t do something about this raging erection, her pheromones were going to rip him inside out.

  “Guide me,” he uttered throatily, eyes traveling up to meet her stare.

  ****

  DANIA

  Dania’s shock ebbed at his husky words. She reminded herself this was an alien... Why she expected his cock or bodily fluids to be anything remotely familiar, she didn’t know.

  The raw desire that had his cock twitching, his muscles bunching—this was for her.

  She wasn’t backing out—couldn’t back out. Didn’t want to.

  His scary height afforded him the ease a human man couldn’t experience; because his cock lined up so easily, even while she perched on the counters edge, he wouldn’t have any issue driving it home.

  “Guide me,” he repeated.

  Dania reached forward, grasping his slick, fevered length. The alien man roughly exhaled, a fat bead of green slime welling at the tip and drooling onto the floor, out of sight. Her fingers tightened unexpectedly with nervous enthusiasm while his veins beat a staccato against her palm.

  They shared another gaze. Dania dragged his tip across her clit, and her muscles pinged with tiny sparks. Up and down, she excited them both.

  “Cease teasing me, female,” he rasped through clenched teeth and Dania smothered a snicker.

  From one blink to the next, a hand came up to grasp the back of her neck, the point of his thumb claw dangerously pressing into the skin of her cheek.

  She was playing with a beast. In two nanoseconds, he could snap her neck. Instead of scaring her, like it would any sane person, it nearly sent her over the edge.

  His tip nudged her opening with her guidance, and Dania licked her lips. It was as if he knew, could read her, because he wedged an inch inside her.

  Her eyelids squeezed shut against the rollercoaster of sensation.

  It pitched her into an abyss of mixed pleasure and pain when he plunged deeper, stretching her wide and eliciting a yelp of surprise that devolved into a series of moans for more.

  He spread her legs wider, making room for his pistoning hips. The guttural, animalistic grunting emanating from this stranger had her muscles shivering.

  “Just like that,
” she mhm’d when he hit that golden spot tucked inside her pussy. Her left hand supported her weight against the counter while her right pressed against his mouthwatering pectoral muscle. Her fingernails dug in.

  The alien’s movements hitched, as if he were taken off guard by her possessive grab.

  “Yes! Godda—” Dania cried, unable to say the entire word when her toes curled, and her legs trembled. He pounded faster, reading her mind as if she’d printed out a list of instructions for him.

  The lewd sounds bombarded her ears, swam in her veins, and filled her body with a covetous desire to cream on this alien’s cock.

  Her eyelids flew open, his black voids boring into her, sharp teeth glinting in the light, his face so sharply predatory...

  Every sense she had overloaded, her pussy clenched around his invading length, and Dania shattered.

  ****

  VAL’KOY

  It took everything Val’Koy had not to bust when her tightness clamped down on him. He rode her to the edge and watched her skin flush in sync with her release.

  It was... magnificent.

  She had no understanding of what her possessive grab on his chest meant. It momentarily stunned him—only females who pushed a male into difficult pairings did that. They held their males down, razor sharp talons ready to kill if the male bucked during consummation.

  This Therran had flimsy claws, though. She couldn’t hurt him, but it made his body pulse with an uneasy heat.

  He hurriedly pulled out and scooped her up. Her lush thighs wrapped around him, her soft breaths hitting his sensitized skin.

  “Bed,” he grunted, barely able to form coherent words. She flung an arm and pointed at a door down the hall. In no time, he was laying her against the mattress, his annex finding her warmth again.

  They both sighed in relief, as if their bodies needed that connection.

  He’d always gotten lost in fucking, but this... this was entirely new. The frenzied, so good it nearly hurt pleasure...

  Fucking insane.

  Her little moans, her blunt fingernails scratching at his skin, drove him deeper until he was bottoming out inside her. He didn’t think it possible.

  A new sensation prickled along his spine shooting straight to the tip of his annex. He shuddered, claws shredding into the bedding, lost.