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"You bit at my lips when you did it."

"Because you have amazing lips," she agrees, and then brushes hers lightly over mine as if to prove this.

"Kissable lips. Gorgeous lips. The poutiest mouth I've ever seen on a man.

It's unfair, really." She nips at my lower lip as she has before, and then strokes her tongue over it to soothe.

"You think I'm trying to eat your face? It'd really freak you out if I put my mouth on your cock. "

My world tilts as I imagine this. "You want to put your mouth on my cock ?"

"Soon." She presses another light "kiss" to my mouth. "Right now I want to fuck." Another kiss. "I want you inside me, filling me up."

My groan is so loud it echoes in the cavern. "I want that, too."

She smiles and puts her mouth on mine again.

I hold still, waiting to see what she does next.

Her lips move over mine in light, fluttering caresses, as if she's teasing me more than anything.

Then, her lips part and her tongue darts out, grazing the seam of my mouth.

I part my lips, curious, and her tongue flicks against mine.

I feel that flick right in my cock. No wonder she wants to use her mouth all the time. She pulls back to study my face, and I lean in close, not wanting to stop. "Do that again."

Her mouth settles on mine again and we do this "kissing" for a very long time, so long that a haze falls over my mind and the world falls away.

I forget about gladiator games, my army, our survival—everything but Aidy's soft, wet mouth.

Sliding my tongue against hers feels almost as good as when her hand was on my cock.

It is strange and erotic, and I am not surprised she has put her mouth to mine so many times.

Now that I know what this is about, I plan on tasting her with kisses over and over again.

She pulls back from our locked mouths, breathing hard, and studies my face. "You can't make me pregnant, can you?"

"From kissing?" I frown at her as an uncomfortable realization hits. "Do you not know how sex works, Aidy?"

She rolls her eyes at me. "Yes, I know how sex works. I'm asking if we have sex, are you going to shoot sperm or are you firing blanks? Is it possible that you can make me pregnant even though we're two different species?"

I consider this, then shake my head. "I am not permitted to breed. That is why I was on suppressants. And I am not born from any race. I was created in a lab from samples of many different types of people."

"Right. I forgot about that." She leans in and gives me a smacking kiss. "That is fantastic news because I think we should have sex."

My nostrils flare, as if my body is automatically trying to pick up her arousal scent. She is still in the water, floating next to me, so I can scent nothing but her warm skin and the sulfur stink of the heated pool. "I would like that." I scan the room and then look back to her. "Where?"

"Well, the needy girl in me says the water would be nice." Her hands roam over my shoulders and then down to my cock. She strokes it, then leans in and kisses my mouth again. "But I don't want you to drown."

"If I die between your thighs, so be it."

Her smile is positively wicked. "I think riding you in the water would be a lot of fun. Shall we?"

I nod, pulling her in to kiss on her mouth again.

She twines her arms around my neck, holding me close, her breasts pressed to my chest. I love the way she feels in the water—she is all silky, slippery limbs.

Me, I am wet hair all over, but she touches me and makes little sounds of pleasure as if she is enjoying herself.

Aidy hooks one thigh over mine and reaches between us, guiding my cock to the heated place between her legs.

I hold my breath, watching her face as she guides me to her pussy…

…and then stops.

"Maybe I'll make you work for it," she teases, and I love this fierce, playful side of her.

She drags my cock over her cunt, sliding me into place only to tease away again before I can enter her.

Like an animal, I snarl and gnash my teeth at her, but she only gives me a playful kiss, this time on my jaw. "Be patient."

She wants to tease? I can tease her back. I slide my free hand down to her cunt and find that little spot that has been haunting my dreams. The moment I touch it, she gasps, shuddering and clinging to me.

"Unfair," Aidy pants. She rocks her hips against my hand.

"Then you want me to stop?" I rub the little bud, noticing that she is slick here and it feels different than the water. Thicker, slipperier. I bet if I pulled my hand away her smell would cling to my fingers, and I love the thought.

" No . I want your fingers inside me." She hitches herself higher against me, her heel digging into my flank. "Please, Corvak."

I rub through her wetness, seeking the entrance to her body. When I find it, the tip of my finger dips in, and it is the best thing I've ever felt. Ever. The sucking heat of her clasps around my finger, and I imagine it as my cock. With a guttural sound, I erupt, coming in the water.

"It's okay," she whispers as I shudder, fire boiling from my sac and spurting my release. She strokes my cheek and murmurs to me, soothing me as I climax.

When I finish, I curl around her, holding her tight against me. "That…was not how I anticipated things going."

"You're just a little trigger-happy. We can still have fun." Aidy peppers my face with more kisses. "It's all right. I like that I could make you come so quickly. You know how to flatter a girl."

Flattered or not, I'm irritated with my body for not obeying.

I'm supposed to be a warrior, a gladiator who has total control of his form and uses it to battle others.

Yet the moment I stick a fingertip into my female, I fall apart.

I haven't even made her feel good yet. My annoyance at myself turns to brief shame, and then determination.

I slide my hand between her thighs again.

Now that I can breathe and think straight, I turn my focus on Aidy and her pleasure.

I sink my finger into her body, and this time I watch her face. Her eyes flutter, her mouth parting, and I can tell this feels as good to her as it does to me. The thrumming in my chest is non-stop, but it seems to heighten this moment. "Can I make you come?"

"Yes." She bucks against my hand, then slides her arms around my neck again, holding on to me.

Instinctively, I thrust a finger into her the way I imagine my cock would.

I pull back and thrust again, and again, and add a second finger because I like the thought of stretching her, making her body take me.

She moans, rocking against my hand, and the water splashes and churns around us.

She cries for more and tries to touch her clit herself, but I use my thumb there.

Suddenly Aidy is biting down on my shoulder, her hips frantic as she works herself against my hand.

I feel the hot clench of her when she comes, the ripples of her cunt around my fingers, and a fierce satisfaction rolls through me, almost as pleasurable as my own release.

I move my hand so I can hold Aidy as she comes down from her climax, and I want this moment to last. I want to spend all day here in this pool, my female in my arms, my sac filling again with my need to be inside her.

My cock throbs, alerting me that my body is quickly recovering.

Perhaps she will want to have sex now? Just thinking about the possibility has me erect.

I imagine Aidy's cunt squeezing around my cock, tightening and rippling as she comes again and…

I want that. Right now.

Aidy lets out a long, dramatic sigh and pushes her wet hair back from her face again.

"We should get out of this water before we turn into human prunes.

Well, a human prune and an alien prune." She leans in and gives me another quick kiss, then slides out of my arms and hauls herself over the edge to sit on the rocks at the side of the heated pool.

She wrings her mane out with her hands, checking it over.

"Just making sure I don't have random cum in my hair. "

"I see." I stay in the pool, holding onto the ledge and looking up at her.

I watch as her rounded bottom shifts and moves as she stands, watch as her thighs part and reveal the darker flesh of her sex.

When she leans over to wring her hair out, her breasts hang and sway, the tips calling out for my mouth.

She glances over at me, straightening. "You coming out?"

In answer, I climb from the water and stand upright on the ledge next to the pool. My cock is erect and throbbing, and Aidy's gaze falls there. Her lips part, and then she glances up at me with a little smile. "Wasn't enough for you?"

"Never enough," I say, and close the distance between us.

The head of my cock brushes against her skin as I pull her close.

She is tiny when she stands against me, but she tilts her face up and I lean in, and we are able to kiss mouths again.

Her hands go to my backside, and she clutches at it, hard, her fingers digging into my skin.

I like it. I want more. I want her with her legs around me again, but this time not in the water. "Can I pick you up?"

In response, she lifts her arms.

I grab her by the hips and pull her against me, her legs going about my waist. I need an anchor to steady us and move a few steps to the cave wall. Pressing Aidy up against it, I hold her slippery body close. "Guide me in?"

"No teasing this time," she whispers, and reaches between us.

Her gaze locks on me as she takes my cock in her hands and moves me to the entrance of her body.

Once I'm there, she nods, and I thrust forward, sinking the head into her warmth.

It is the most amazing sensation, a dozen times better than my fingers inside her heat.

I can feel everything, the clench of her cunt around me, the hitch of her breath, the throb of my blood, and even the humming in my chest, all through my cock.

She shifts her weight, settling against me, and I slowly push deeper into her, sinking into her warmth.

"Good?" she asks me, her thumb stroking my skin.

"Incredible," I manage, voice thick. With small, careful strokes, I continue to push into her until I am fully seated, and the prominent nub of my spur rubs against her clit.

She squirms, her eyes widening in surprise at this newest revelation. Her hand slides between us. " Oh ."

I stiffen, worried. "Bad? Should I move it?" I go to put my hand where hers is.

Aidy bats me away. "No! It's good. Really good." I thrust lightly, experimentally, and her thighs clench, her cunt shivering in response. She whimpers. "Really fucking good."

Fighting back a growl of possessiveness, I reach up and take a handful of her wet hair.

I remember what she said, about liking my strength, and I want to feel her come again.

I want her to clench around me and squeeze my cock like a vise.

I wrap my hand in her mane and tug as I thrust. She gasps again, the sound needy and hungry.

Her fingers dig into my biceps, as if encouraging me to go faster.

As if I can stop. Now that I am inside her, swallowed by the heat of her, there is no controlling my primal side.

I anchor her against the wall and piston into her, fast and wild, her hair trapped in my hand.

Aidy makes little moans and mewls as my cock hammers into her, and the sounds turn into my name as she nears another climax.

Her legs clamp my hips, and her excitement makes my sac tighten, filling with the need to release.

When her eyes close and her face contorts in her climax, I feel it—she squeezes around my cock so tight, her body taut with her release. "Corvak!"

I do not say her name. I have no words. I just surge and surge into her, claiming.

Branding. Marking as my own. My mate. My everything.

I spill inside her heat, filling her with my release.

My seed. Even when my sac is emptied, I still move within her, slowly, reluctant to stop this intense feeling.

I am inside her, Aidy's limbs wrapped around me, and this is like no pleasure I have ever felt before. I am one with her.

Resting my head atop hers as we catch our breath, I could swear that the humming in my chest eases a bit. It relaxes, just like I have. Maybe it's somehow tied to my pleasure.

Gradually, my breathing slows, and I become aware that I'm crushing Aidy's smaller form against the uneven wall of the cave. I ease off of her, still cradling our joined bodies, and brace my hand over the small of her back. "Did I hurt you?"

She snorts. "You can hurt me like that any day." At my frown, she adds, "But no, you didn't."

Good. The thought of harming her with my needs is devastating.

Her hand plays against the pelt over my pectorals. "Did they shoot you with some sort of woman-attracting pheromone in that lab? Because I'm not sure I'm supposed to be this addicted to you. All I can think about is touching you. Being near you."

Huh. Is that so? I'm rather pleased to hear that. Pleased, and surprised. I try to play it down, though. I don't want to seem too eager. "I don't know. You've been good at keeping your hands to yourself."

"Have you seen my hands? They were filthy until our swim." She holds one up as if by example. "And I don't know if you noticed, but our friends smell like three-day-old roadkill."

I chuckle, because how could anyone ignore that smell? "They are eye-wateringly foul."

"Just thinking about them makes me want to wash my hands again," she admits, and then tilts her head, giving me a sly look. "Wanna scrub my back for real?"

My cock twitches with interest. "Insatiable female. You know I will."

"I swear I really mean it," she protests. "Scrubbing, not sex."

Sure, sure. We both know she is lying.