Now his tremor would not be contained—his skin pulsed under my hand.

His gaze set me on fire.

My flesh heated from the inside outward.

I slid one arm around his neck. “Don’t you want to taste me, Husband?”

He let out the slightest hiss. Hair raised up over my body and tingled my scalp.

Evil . I’d turned one-hundred-percent pure evil calling him that.

He was desperate to taste me. We both knew it. The only question was what he’d pay for it.

My tongue snaked between my lips. The only surprise here was how much I wanted it too. How I was soaked now at just the thought.

The irresistible memory of his hot wet tongue pressed to my pussy.

And his special bonus features.

And that wasn’t even the worst of it.

God help me, I couldn’t stop fantasizing about huge vibrating alien dick.

“What is next quest?”

I blinked, coming back to myself. Next ? I’d never gotten that far because there was never supposed to be a final quest.

I cleared my throat. “I’ll tell you after this task.”

He shook his head. “Tell now.”

Damn him. What would I have to do to make him all distractible and agreeable again?

“That’s not how this works.”

“Think this quest is big quest.” He grabbed my thigh and suddenly I straddled him. Tits squished against his chest. His arm locked around my waist. Ridiculous cock grazing my crotch.

“Think worth two favors.”

“Okay, I’ll tell you.” I gasped, nerves shivering my skin. “The next quest will be easy.”

He pulled me tighter, growling.

I fisted his hair at the back of his head—as if that could keep him at bay. My hips moved in spite of me, rocking into the hardness that sent pleasure winding up my spine. “I just want…”

He moved his hips up against mine.

I lost my breath, but stared at him. What would I ask, if there was going to be one last quest?

A real quest?

He was so very handsome. As though he’d gotten more so. Unreal . Airbrushed.

This wasn’t real.

I squeezed his hair tighter. He just had genetic needs… It made no difference who I was or what I was like.

“When you get back from this quest.” I released his hair. “Tell me who I am to you—” My voice took on a crackle. “Other than someone you’d like to mate with.”

That familiar line formed between his brows. “Answer this and will have mating?”

“After you get the cell, and do what I’ve asked, yes.” My lungs constricted. I didn’t plan on still being here for that. But if I was then… “That’s all I want to know.”

“What if answer wrong?” His hands flattened on my lower back.

I couldn’t quite smile, but I stroked his cheek. “That’s why it’s called a quest.”

“Will get power cell.” His hands stilled on me. “But not give to you. Give to ship.”

My ears seemed to ring. Holy shit I was about to put a lot of faith in a very sneaky computer. “Okay.”

His features flashed in triumph, then he stood.

I squealed and grabbed hold of him. “What are you doing?”

He carried me across the room. “Tasting.”

I gripped him harder.

He lay me on the bed and sunk over me, reaching for the collar of my dress.

“Wait.” I grabbed his hand. “You can’t keep breaking my clothes. I’ll take it off.”

He made a gruff sound, and eased off me.

I leaned up and tugged at the laces at the small of my back. The dress sagged. I slipped the fabric off my shoulders.

He watched me, fierce gaze hungrily taking me in.

I slowed, tugging the dress off one side. The material brushed over my breast. My nipples tightened. He fell back against the cave wall, leaned into it as though he couldn’t keep himself up—the invincible warrior.

As though he were helpless just looking at me.

My breaths sped up. My skin tingled.

I eased the dress off my other side.

He made a sound. The smallest most desperate groan.

I looked down at myself. My average body. My average tits. I’d never felt gorgeous before now. I slid my palms over my chest.

My nipples went harder.

I shoved the dress over my hips, tugged it off my legs, then threw it aside.

He reached for my waist.

“Wait, you missed a secret.” I took his hand.

He frowned. “Missed?”

“Yeah, you missed a secret to mating me.” I inched closer on my knees, and placed his hand on my breast. “You missed here.”

“This not for young?” His eyes flared. “This for me!”

I laughed under my breath. “No, honey. Right now, they’re for me.”

He brushed my nipple. Somehow it went tighter. He grabbed my waist with his other arm, and hauled me to him.

I straddled his thigh.

He released me to grab my other boob. I pushed my chest forward, letting him have them. He rumbled, and squeezed my breasts in his giant hands. Pushed them together. Tested their weight and feel. Then rubbed my nipples with his fingertips.

I squirmed, and wiggled closer.

“Thor…” I moved my hand to the back of his neck, and leaned up.

My straining breast brushed his lips, and that’s all it took.

He wrapped his arms around me and locked his mouth over my tit.

I gasped, sensation streaking to my core. He sucked my nipple as though it could sustain his life. I grabbed his hair and leaned into his hold.

Arousal flooded me. His thick leg spread my thighs so wide. My naked wet pussy rubbed against his hard muscle.

I couldn’t help it…couldn’t help grinding on him just a little bit.

His teeth scraped me. I squeaked. He lunged for my other tit and sucked that next.

“Oh, god.” I pulled his hair, and my hips jerked.

He licked me, dragging his rough, vibrating tongue over my nipple.

His thigh pressed just right against me—but not enough.

My legs squeezed around him.

He growled and tipped us forward, landing on top of me, nuzzling my tits and then moved down. I kept my hands fisted in his hair, biceps straining tight with anticipation.

His hot breath skimmed my middle. My abs twitched. My hips arched.

He froze right there, and looked at that little pooch on my tummy that always made me want to put my hands over it. I swallowed.

He shuddered and fell against me. I leaned up on an elbow and looked at him.

His whole face scrunched tight and agonized.

I brushed the hair out of his eyes. “Thor?”

He kept his eyes closed, but turned his face into my skin.

“Are you okay?” I stroked his hair, which was way too soft for a warrior like him. “Had too much juice again?”

He shook his head and shoved his arms underneath me, squeezing me so tight my ribs groaned and I lost my breath. He gasped into my belly, breathed me in, as though the closeness of this were too much to take.

Something in me seemed to snap and I wrapped my arms around his great big head and crushed him to me.

He warmed with that building furnace of healing heat. My skin went slick. My muscles gave out.

I relaxed against the furs. His breath slowed and his mouth opened against me. He licked my stomach, then kissed his way down.

My thighs fell wide.

Everything went bright.

Huge fingers glided through my slickness. He thrust them inside me, and my flesh gave him no resistance.

I hummed deep in my throat.

He curled his fingers inside my vagina, stroking that perfect spot. His vibration was a mellow buzz. Pleasure curled through me.

I squirmed against the bed.

He moved his hand in rocking motions. Rivulets of sensation swirled until I was gasping, and grinding, and grabbing handfuls of fur.

My flesh squelched. I couldn’t keep still. Couldn’t get close enough to his touch.

Couldn’t get full enough.

He moved faster.

I came with a strangled cry, legs clamping around him.

He didn’t remove his hand from me. Didn’t slow at all until the pleasure wrung out and I collapsed.

My thighs spread wide as he continued to toy with my pussy.

I glanced down at him, my insides a puddle of butter. He stared at my pussy.

My breath hitched. Oh, shit. The way he looked at my cunt—half hypnotized.

His movements continued, slow and patient, until somehow everything started again and I moaned.

Yes, he’d discovered all my secrets.

Worked out how to best take me apart.

He pulled his fingers out of me and rubbed my clit. His touch vibrated.

“Oh, god.” My abdominals contracted and I came again with a shudder.

I panted, chest heaving.

My sensitive flesh twitched under his touch. I covered his hand with mine to keep him still.

He leaned his cheek against my thigh and glanced up at me.

He’d said he hadn’t had too much to drink, and yet he gazed at me with eyes heavy and only half open.

Love-drunk-dazed .

And he hadn’t tasted me yet. When he craved it so deeply…

I reached down and touched his hair. He blinked, then turned his face to my palm.

I cupped his cheek.

My chest caught full.

Goddamn, he was special.

My eyes stung.

So special he couldn’t be true. But right now, all I wanted was to pretend that he could be.

I moved my touch to the side of his head and curled my fingers in his hair, then drew his face to my cunt.

He wrapped an arm around each of my thighs, pinning me in place, and took his mouth to me.

My torso flew off the bed.

He held me still, mouth opening over my pussy, sucking and licking and vibrating. I fisted his hair, and jerked and quivered against his face.

He ate me in that same desperate heart-breaking way I ate from his hand—as though nothing had, or would be, so good again.

So desperately that I couldn’t deny him even when the sensations twisted so sharply I cried.

My orgasm hit in a raw wet wave of bliss, and dragged me under a drowning tide.