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CHAPTER TWENTY

-Clay-

MY HEART SKIPPED as he prowled towards the bed. His face was a mask of pure predatory hunger, animal eyes set on me. A thrill of fear shot up my spine.

But if I let this happen, would we be effectively married?

“Wait—” I stammered. I was already so aroused my chest was heaving, making it hard to articulate. He was on me before I could manage another word.

His low voice vibrated through me. “I gave you my word that I would not claim you until you offered yourself to me.” He mouthed across my jaw as he spoke the words against my skin, lip catching against a day’s growth of stubble. “But there are many other things I can do.”

With a jerk, he tore my loincloth off and threw it aside. The shock sent my heart careening wildly. I was already painfully hard, and, judging from the solid heat that pressed against my thigh, he was too. It felt huge . My mouth watered.

Everything was happening too quickly for me to keep up, Arcay was on my body in a cacophony of hands, lips, and teeth. He was frantic, touching me everywhere at once, as if he wanted all of me but didn’t know where to start. It felt so good my mind blanked entirely. I could have been in the seedy bathroom of a bar with a stranger. I could have been in some hunk’s apartment —it didn’t matter. All I knew was the pleasure and the grind of bodies.

In a swift swipe, he lapped his rough tongue up the side of my neck and buried his face there, mouthing my skin and nipping with his teeth. He fumbled with clumsy fingers for my dick, and even though his hands were rough, every touch ignited sparks that made my whole body convulse. God, it felt like heaven.

I gasped. His scent was strong and I gulped it down. It was like a drug, making my head spin, and making everything feel so damn good. His mouth left my neck and worked its way down to one of my nipples, his hand still roughly jerking my cock. Teeth closed around the soft nub and my back arched, pressing into him. Then it was gone, mouthing a starving trail down, down, until I felt his tongue lapping at the base of my cock. I clenched my jaw. Shit, I was going to come already.

The hand on my dick let go and was replaced with wet warmth. I looked down to see Arcay taking my dick into his mouth, a starving predator devouring his freshly caught prey. He looked up at me and held my gaze as he took my full length in and sucked.

My head flung back and I cried out. The pressure was insane. It was on the cusp of being too much, but it felt so good. My eyes rolled back in my head as his cheeks hollowed, his head furiously pumping an uneven rhythm, his rough tongue lapping at the underside of my shaft. I realized my fingers were tangled in his white hair, not pulling, just gripping on for dear life as my body bucked and wild noises fell from my mouth.

With his fingers digging into my thighs I jerked, toes curled, until the tension built to a torturous crescendo. I exploded with a sound of pure ecstasy, somewhere between a scream and a moan. Arcay kept the pressure up as I came, taking each surge as it spilled, literally sucking the cum out of me. My hips continued to buck madly as he drew out every last bit of my orgasm, before finally pulling back. My dick popped out of his mouth, and he threw his head back and fucking howled as his own body jerked with spasms.

I fell back onto the bed, and he toppled on top of me, knocking the air out of my already overworked lungs. I was too lost in the afterglow of euphoria to care.

He rolled off and flopped onto his back beside me. I listened to his rapid, ragged breaths as I blinked and tried to bring the room back into focus.

Fuck. That was…different. Different, but good. Really, really good.

His body was still twitching.

“Did you…?” I asked.

“I reached climax,” he said roughly.

I let out a breath. Wow. That was…wow.

After a while of nothing but the sound of heavy breathing, he said,“Was that acceptable for you?”

I almost laughed. I would have, if the question didn’t sound so genuine. Who was this guy? And where was the asshole who’d abducted me and threw furniture across the room?

“Yeah, Arcay, it was acceptable.”

He hummed. “Good.” After a further moment of heavy breathing he added, “Is that what it is always like?”

I was so blissed out that the question didn’t make sense at first.

“A blowjob?” I asked.

“What is a blowjob?”

Well, that explained the rough technique.

“What you just did. Although I’ve never seen it done like that before.”

“Oh, I see.” He sounded like he didn’t see, probably thinking that he hadn’t blown on anything. But he dismissed it and went on, “No, I meant the climax.”

I frowned and flopped my head towards him. He was watching me with half-lidded eyes, his face slack. Slow realization dawned on me. Arcay was a virgin.

“Wait, have you never had sex before?”

“No, but I have carried out research in case the opportunity should arise. The release was more intense than I imagined it would be.”

I choked. “You’ve never even come before?”

His frown was drowsy. “No, of course not. Have you?”

Pushing myself up on my arms, I opened my mouth to speak. At the same moment, a loud bang came from the next room. I jumped. In a split second, Arcay was off the bed, the blissed and drowsy expression gone, replaced with keen awareness. What was happening?

A huge, familiar Aldar appeared in the doorway. It was the big one from the ship, the one in charge.

And he looked pissed.