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I caught my breath between gasps.

“Enough sniveling,” he snarled. I frantically sucked in a breath, shaking. This was too much, too real, and if I stayed here, I wouldn’t survive.

“Please, let me go home.”

Leaning forward, he gripped my jaw and tipped my chin up. He squeezed until I met his eyes.

“After you take a mouthful of my seed, I will consider it.” He gave in too easily for me to believe he was being truthful but any chance to go home was worth a shot.

“Fine,” I bit out. “I’ll make you come, but let me go if I succeed.”

He studied me like a human examining a bug under a microscope.

“You are an odd human,” he hummed, his clawed finger tracing my bottom lip. The ridiculousness of my situation slapped me across the face and I scoffed. The monster thoughtIwas the odd one.

She curled forward,holding her midsection. A sound leaving her mouth like she was choking on something. The corners of her lips turned up, causing her eyes to thin.

I had observed humans and Novians laugh, but never at such close proximity to me.

All prior sacrifices—except for one, many rotations ago—never left thefeeding room, choosing instead to snivel and cry until their end.

This frail human was a paradox.

A sliver of my shadows curled around her arms, and I pulled them back. I could not cease reaching for the Little Mortal.

There was something wrong with this one. From my observations, I knew she was seldom around others of her kind, had this caused her oddities?

“Let’s do this,” she breathed, lifting her chin.

I cocked my head. Very strange human and her very strange speech patterns. She would not succeed. I had claimed and been serviced by plenty of Novian females. A human could not hold a candle to them.

Soon she would be extinguished, and I would not have to question her unusual behaviors any longer.

I let out a shaky breath.All of this was unreal. How was this happening to me? The humor of the situation left as suddenly as it arrived.

If bringing him to orgasm would make him consider letting me go, I’d make him come so hard he wouldn’t have any other choice but to give in to me. Resolve settled on my shoulders. I’d made Andrew come plenty of times; this would be a piece of cake. I wasn’t sure where the spur of determination came from, but I was rolling with it. I had nothing to lose, literally.

He watched me from his sprawled position on his throne, arms settled carelessly on the armrests. His cock was still so hard it pointed to the ceiling. He watched me, silent and expectant.

I scooted a few inches forward on my knees, closer to the textured girth. The intimidatingly thick and lengthy shaft. Milkyliquid beaded at the tip, and I watched in awe as the droplet traveled down the side.

Leaning forward so the seat of the chair pushed against my ribs, I swallowed. Now, to do this with finesse, especially since his member was nothing close to a human one.

He bunched my hair, and the tips of his claws scratched my scalp. A shiver crept down my spine. I reached up to grip his wrist. The cold, hard surface was difficult to wrap my hand around, and it felt weird and longer than a human wrist, as if he had an additional joint.

“I lead,” I said, peeking up at him. He only stared, unreactive to my words. “My deal, my terms.”

That made his eyelids flare, and he grunted, releasing me. I smoothed my hands down the front of my shirt. Inching closer until I found a comfortable position for my knees, then I rested my palms against his thighs to brace myself. He watched me steadily, saying nothing.

“Your fumbling attempts will not succeed mortal,” he drawled.

My jaw stiffened, if he didn’t think anything would come of this, it was another way to shame me. Straightening my shoulders, I took hold of his shaft with one hand. My fingers struggled to meet, so I gripped him with my other hand as well.

I dropped my attention to the straining tip. If I kept watching him, I’d fumble from the nerves devouring my stomach. The cock pulsed under my grip, and I slid one hand upward to the pointy tip, rubbing my thumb against the moisture at the top, slicking the liquid around the smooth, cold tip.

His breathing hitched, so I repeated the motion, peeking up at him. He watched me with narrowed eyes. His obvious displeasure only flared my determination.

Narrowing the space between my thumb and pointer finger, I squeezed. His skin was an interesting texture. Smooth, but also cold. A bit like granite, but with more give.