Page 34 of No Strings Attached (Mated Fates #1)

Mo sat up in the bed enough for it to look natural when the covers fell off her breasts, eyes still riveted to the Ogo broadcast, where the obviously human female paraded almost entirely naked around Blue Rift Station as the Queen of Oz. Fucking Oz !

She turned her body towards the Baron, who was also still watching, enough that he would see the hard tips of her nipples in silhouette. They were still smarting from her savage pinches under the blanket to make them hard. She was too old and was rapidly losing the last of her influence with the Baron, so she had to pull out all the tricks to have even the smallest chance of getting anything she wanted these days. It didn’t matter that, as one of his favorites in the harem, her body had been through so many rejuvenation treatments that she could still pass for early 30s. She had been with him too long, and he was simply tired of her.

She leaned over towards him, keeping her nipples prominent while letting her long, curly, red hair graze his arm. She knew all his buttons.

She purred, silkily, into his ear, “I think you should tell the Baroness to extend an invitation to her and the king.” She ran a hand under the covers, down the ever-increasing swell of his great belly to the spongy appendage between his legs. “They look…mmm… delicious . Don’t you agree?” She squeezed.

He turned to her, yellow eyes flashing, and rubbed his left horn slowly, suggestively.

“I think you’re right, my dear. They do look delicious, and there are such a variety of creatures in their party. Imagine who they might bring to play.” He twitched in her hand under her ministrations before continuing, “And don’t think I didn’t notice that she was parading around the whole station barefoot!” He shivered and rubbed his horn again, “Maureen, get the hot oil.”