Page 35 of Rescued by the Alien Bull Rider (Cowboy Colony Mail-Order Brides #6)

“Wait!” I cried, suddenly anxious. “Shouldn’t we leave the door open? What if she needs us?”

“Then we will hear her crying.”

“But what if we don’t?”

“Jolene, that child of ours has magnificent lungs. Really, it should be studied. Maybe one day I will write a paper on it. But for now, put yourself at ease. Even on the incredibly slim chance that you do not hear her crying, I will.” His ears twitched, like they were perking up and ready to do their duty.

Remembering something I’d read in the little document Tasha had sent me about Zabrian males, I reached up and skimmed my fingers over the edge of one.

Zohro’s face slackened with erotic pleasure.

Ooh. So they’re sensitive, sensitive.

“I want to learn all about you,” I whispered, watching his face as I loved on his cute, mousie ear.

“You can,” he groaned, his eyes falling shut. “Anything you wish to know. Just ask. I have already told you all the worst things about myself.”

“Can I…” Arousal and curiosity made my thighs squeeze together. “Can I see your cock tail?”

His eyes flew open, white and searing.

“You already know about Zabrian cock tails? How?” His brows crashed together.

“Who has shown you his cock tail? And when? Was it one of Warden Hallum’s men?

Because I will tell you, I did not like the look of that purple-haired imbecile.

Nor the other two. And if one of them has assaulted your eyes with the sight of his own ridiculous cock tail then I will be forced to…

To cut it off! With surgical precision!”

I snorted. My husband was being absolutely ridiculous right now.

And… I kind of loved it. I’d never experienced someone being possessive over me this way. Someone who wanted me so badly that he’d do anything to keep me all to himself. Even if it meant cutting off some poor other dude’s dick parts.

“No, Zohro. I haven’t seen one! At least, not a real one. I have seen some questionable drawings…”

Darcy, in particular, had sent me her sketch of Zabrian male genitalia with something close to manic glee, once again mentioning our “snakey lord and saviour” as she did it.

“I’m friends with five women married to Zabrian cowboys,” I reminded him. “You don’t think I’d know about a cock tail by now?”

He put me down in the bed. Like this, with him standing before me, I was just about face-to-crotch with him. His pants bulged with his erection. And the mysterious cock tail beneath…

“Oh!” I gasped, seeing a sudden, writhing twitch that was most definitely not the main shaft moving. “Look!” I pressed my finger to the spot, feeling a slender appendage leap beneath the leather in response. “It wants to come out! Hello in there!”

“I beg you,” he said, beathing like he’d just run a kilometre to get here, “do not speak to it as if it can hear you.”

“Sorry. I promise you I’m actually pretty good at this whole sex thing. I’m just kind of… out of practice. Let me warm up with a blow job.”

“You want me to blow on you?”

“No! I do it to you! You’ll see.” I fiddled with his belt, yanking it open at the buckle while Zohro pushed the trousers down.

And fuck me sideways. There it was. There all of it was.

I wished I’d had the foresight to light a candle, but at least there was moonlight streaming in to help me see. Not to mention the blazing lanterns of Zohro’s eyes, which sent white light reflecting off his pink skin.

This looked nothing like the drawings. And yet, it also looked exactly like them. I could see what the sketches were trying to accomplish now.

But the real thing was a million fucking times better.

Zohro’s shaft jutted out, huge, swollen, and tapered to an already-slick tip. Below it was a heavy, velvety-looking mound of flesh that I thought had to be the Zabrian version of balls.

And there was the cock tail. Like a tiny creature with a mind of its own it twirled and writhed, as if looking for something.

“What does it want?” I breathed in wonder, like I was suddenly confronted with some ancient, eldritch being whose every demand I wanted to meet.

“It does not want anything,” Zohro hissed. “It does not have a brain or any other organs of its own. It is entirely under my control.”

“Fascinating,” I replied. “So you can control its movements? You could make it stop wiggling all over the place right now if you wanted to? Or make it move how you want?”

The cock tail gave a rather dramatic flick and flourish. Like it was trying to impress me.

“No,” Zohro admitted, sounding kind of pissy about it. “I am too aroused right now.”

“I understand,” I murmured, scooting forward to the very edge of the bed.

Let’s see if I can get it under my control instead.

I inched my fingers towards it, sliding them over the impossibly hot silk of the skin on Zohro’s shaft.

He stiffened, his cock pumping against my touch.

Within seconds, his cock tail had fastened onto my finger, squeezing hard.

At the same moment, glistening fluid drippled from the dark slit at Zohro’s tip.

Grinning wickedly, I leaned forward and licked it off.

That earned me a sharp groan.

“Empire help me,” Zohro said, burying his fingers in my hair as his cock tail seemed to do its darndest to cut off all blood supply to my finger.

“Good?” I whispered, blowing gently on his damp tip.

“Yes,” he rasped. “But I do not understand why you were so shocked by me licking your milk off my face before when you have just gone and done that . At least milk is actually meant for consumption!”

“I don’t mind consuming this,” I murmured, placing my lips to the underside of his tip. I traced a swollen vein with my tongue, wrapping my other hand around the base of him. Suckling gently, I watched him for his reactions, learning which places seemed most sensitive.

“You are going to be consuming it in a moment,” he warned, his throat choked with lust. “My control is fraying. Rapidly .”

“You don’t need to be in control right now.

” I took him deeper, sucking harder, rubbing the rest of his cock with one hand and playing with the cock tail with the other.

His breath tore in and out of him. His hips began a slow, shaky grind, unable to help moving deeper into the pleasure I was giving him.

And that made me so happy. Because Zohro had given me so much. Done so much for me. It satisfied me on a cellular level to be able to do this for him.

It satisfied me so much that, by the time Zohro violently shook and began spewing into my mouth, I was already close to coming myself. I moaned as he exploded, over and over again, his come leaking down my throat and out of the corners of my mouth to my chin.

“Will you take those off?” he panted when I finally pulled myself off his trembling cock. “Your jamdildos?”

“Yes.” I whisked off the top, and my blood fizzed like sparkling wine at the way he groaned in appreciation at the sight. As I worked on the pants, I said, “And I’ve been meaning to tell you. You really have to stop calling them jamdildos. They’re pyjamas. Dildo means something very different.”

“What does it mean?” he asked as I scooched, now naked, further onto the bed.

“That doesn’t translate at all? You guys really don’t have a concept for that in Zabrian?”

“No.”

“It’s… It’s a phallic object that you put inside you for sexual pleasure.”

“An object?” He sounded shocked by that. And more than a little interested. “I have never imagined putting an object inside you.”

“But you’ve imagined other things?” There was a pathetic note of vulnerable hope in my voice. Even though the guy had just enthusiastically poured his come down my throat, a part of me still couldn’t believe he’d been attracted to me this whole time.

But his next words confirmed it, made my heart flip and my pussy squeeze.

“Oh, yes,” he said huskily, kicking his boots off and disentangling his trousers from where they’d fallen around his ankles. Naked, magnificent, he got onto the bed and leaned over me on all fours. “My tongue. My fingers. My cock. My tail.”

“Your tail?!”

“Yes.”

Even now, the prehensile length of his long, pink tail was sliding up my thigh. It nudged at my swollen clit, and my back bowed off the bed.

“Ooh,” I whimpered.

“See?” he murmured, rubbing the tail a little harder now, spreading wetness. “Not so unappealing a proposition, is it?”

“Oh, damn it. Do it,” I mewled, spreading my legs needily. “Put it inside.”

At least his tail wasn’t as big as his massive freaking cock. I hadn’t fucked anyone in a year, and my body had been through a lot in that time. I needed to go slow.

Zohro must have sensed it. Because, despite the way his breath grew once again heavy with desire, his tail was careful and controlled. Almost too controlled. I writhed and rocked my hips, seeking friction as he flicked his tail back and forth across my wet entrance.

“Please,” I begged. I was about to grab the fucking thing and shove it in myself when I felt an exploratory nudge.

Then, he pressed it inside.

Stars exploded in my vision, adding to the brightness of Zohro’s eyes as he stared intently at my pussy and the place his tail entered me.

Slowly but firmly, he stroked me from the inside, swirling and curling his tail until I quivered around him.

His eyes flicked up to my face, blazing with erotic triumph, before he lowered himself and started hungrily licking my clit.

“Holy hell, I… I’m coming!” I shouted hoarsely. I clamped desperately, my muscles convulsing on him as he made sounds of primal pleasure against my clit. I grabbed at his hair, his ears, and he gave a rasping groan. When he rose up on his knees, his tail still inside me, he was fully hard again.

“Can I try something?”

After the incredible orgasm he’d just given me? I’d let him do whatever he fucking wanted.

“Yeah,” I said weakly, my pussy still fluttering with pleasurable aftershocks, milking his tail. He left his tail where it was, then moved on his knees until he was straddling my waist. Groaning, he rubbed his hard cock between my breasts. Then, he angled himself slightly to one side.

His cock tail fastened around my nipple.

“Oh!” I cried, tingling pressure shooting through my breast. “Oh, careful, I’m going to…”

“I know,” he groaned. He began to stroke himself above me, his fist gliding over his shaft as his cock tail squeezed and pulsed. His larger tail started to fuck me again.

Milk beaded on my nipple. Helplessly, I watched as the pressure built, and more milk came shooting out, coating his cock tail and the underside of his dick.

“Yes,” he growled with possessive approval. “ More .”

My other nipple leaked, as if eager to obey him.

Groaning, he dragged the fingers of his free hand through the fluid, then brought those fingers to his mouth.

When he greedily licked them, I came again, too overwhelmed by sensation, by him, to even make a sound.

Hot liquid rained down upon me, dripping onto my breasts and shooting all the way up to my throat as Zohro climaxed with me.

When his cock was finished spasming, he stared down at me with white eyes, dragging his fingers over my breasts, through the mess he’d made of me.

“So blasted beautiful,” he breathed. “My perfect wife.”

“Your very sticky wife,” I said with a shaky laugh. “I should probably get cleaned up. Once I regain use of my legs, that is.”

“No,” he said at once. “I will do it.”

And he did. He fetched a clean, damp rag and wiped every inch of my skin with thorough, attentive focus. Then, he carried Autumn’s cradle, with her still sleeping inside it, into the room.

That night, for the very first time, he slept with his arms wrapped around me.