Chapter Twelve

Common sense told him to stop. That she was way too young for him. That didn’t stop him from picking her up and taking her to the bedroom.

“Did your girlfriends ever do kinky stuff to you?” Not that what she planned was kinky.

“I never had a girlfriend.”

This was where she reminded herself that those bitches were light-years away. That meant she couldn’t kill the lot of them.

She pulled her shirt off followed by her bra. Her hungry gaze found the bulge hidden behind his joggers. Who the hell was she fooling? There was no way he could hide that sizeable cock behind anything.

Her fingers walked his leg until she was pressing the palm of her hand over his erection.

“I want to see.” She started undoing the string on his pants.

“You’ve already seen it.” He helped to pull his pants down.

“I want to taste.” She gave him a big smile before licking her lips.

He went pale. What little color he had drained away while his eyes grew big.

“If that’s what you want.”

Huh? No man that she had ever been with balked at putting his dick anywhere near her mouth.

She stood up and took her clothes off before she walked over to him. Taking his hand in hers, she raised it to her breasts and then her lips for a kiss.

“When I say I want to taste, what are you thinking?”

“Teeth.” His voice came out deep as he tried to repress a shiver.

“Are the female's teeth sharp like yours?”

“Yes, that’s one trait we all share.”

“Tell me they didn’t bite you.” Please tell me I’m wrong; she wanted to beg.

It’s funny, no it’s not she was just used to people saying that before they said something heartbreaking. She heard about atrocities from every part of life. She was almost numb to it. Now that Tristan was standing in front of her, his pain raw and on display, it felt like she was being flayed with a whip.

The impotent fury that lived deep within her soul was making itself known, and once again all she could do was try to touch one life at a time. It was the only way she knew how to make a change in this world.

“She was cruel.”

Of course, she was. We think that only men are evil. Sometimes the females are the worst, and they are also the smartest.

“I don’t have the right to ask you to trust me, Tristan. I swear I will not hurt you willingly.”

“I know. You’re my mate, the other half of my soul. You don’t understand what that means, and I won’t be forcing you, but I trust you.” His eyes were sincere when he looked at her. The green flashing while the color came back to his face.

He was placing his trust and his well-being in her hand. Never had she held anything more precious. She led him to bed. They laid down together wrapped in each other’s arms.

“Let me give you pleasure.” She whispered it as her hand caressed the thick vein on the side of his neck.

He opened and closed his mouth. “It is my responsibility to make you happy.”

“That doesn’t work for me. I need to be in a relationship where we are both responsible for each other’s pleasure and our own.”

“Our own?”

“If I do something you don’t like, for instance, if I use my teeth on you in a way that’s not pleasurable, you would stop and tell me. That’s taking responsibility for your pleasure.”

He leaned up using an arm to keep him in place. “You would tell me if I hurt you or did something you didn’t like?”

“Yes.”

He laid back to think about it. That was different from the few times he had been with a female. They were about their own pleasure as well as humiliating males like him.

“I think I will like this.”

“Have I ever hurt you?” She tensed wondering if the things she did may have made him uncomfortable.

“No, you treat me as if I am worthy.”

“Newsflash suga, you are worthy. Now lay back. Your body is a smorgasbord, and I plan to indulge.” There was more than one type of hunger.

She leaned over and licked his lips. She loved them; they were just the right thickness to make them soft when he pressed them against hers. When he opened his mouth, his tongue snaked out. It was a little longer than a normal human tongue. She could be wrong it wasn’t like she ever measured a tongue. It could be that he kissed like a god, so he put the others she knew to shame.

“I love how you kiss. Every bit of your attention is on me when you do it.” She licked the corner of his mouth before dragging the pads of her fingers down his throat. The smoothness of his skin combined with the feel of his veins underneath captivated her.

“You’re beautiful, and I’m just at your neck.”

“Females are beautiful.”

She laughed; it was low and sultry. “A male came up with that rule. Look at the perfect symmetry of your body. Your all fluid lines and grace in motion. Beautiful.”

She leaned over and kissed the path her fingers were taking down his neck. She sucked on him bringing a moan of appreciation to his lips.

“I like this spot right here.”

“That’s the spot if you choose to mate with me that you will one-day bite.”

She couldn’t mate with an alien as old as time. Could she? With a shake of her head, she set the thought aside as her fingers began to explore the wide expanse of his chest. His flat nipples fascinated her. They took work to make them rise even a little. She sucked on them harder loving the way he ran his fingers through her hair scratching at her scalp.

“Keep that up you’ll never get rid of me.” Her voice was smooth. There was no need to go faster, she could still take her time and savor the different tastes of his body.

She licked down the center of his chest watching as his eyes flashed from light green to a darker green.

She wanted to believe that there were races like her out there in the universe, but she wondered if more of the universe was like him than her. What did he look like in his natural form? She had seen his strength, then there was the fact that his teeth could get very sharp. Then add the fact that his fingernails seemed to become claws at times. Yeah, she’d give up her credit card if it was proven that this was his natural form.

He was never going to show her the real him until he knew he could trust her. She had caught a glimpse of him before, but it was a hazy memory, not to be trusted.

You can trust me, healer; I'd break my own rules to keep you safe. He was now elevated to a select group of people that include Jax, Lea, Troy, Anna, and Eve.

Slowly, she worked her way down his body not wanting to miss one growl of passion or one wayward shiver. She loved when he shivered, his whole body got into it. It reminded her of a dog deciding to shake all the wetness off himself at one time. She laughed even as she licked.

“What’s so funny?”

“I’ll tell you later.” Which meant right before they died or something like that. “You taste wild and dangerous.”

“I’m not. I’m just the healer. I only fought when I was ambushed. My job was to find and treat the others.”

“You say that as if what you did wasn’t important.” She ran her hands over his abs. She loved how sensitive he was here. The fact that he was missing a belly button said all she needed on how he was created. Made not born. Not equal in the eyes of the inhabitants of the planet.

She stopped to nibble; she wanted him to understand that all teeth weren’t bad. He thrust his hips up getting closer to her. That brought a smile to her lips. Her male was almost ready to feel her hot mouth sucking on his thick dick.

She waited until his thick bottom lip disappeared between his teeth before she found the band of deeper colored gray skin that led down to his happy place. She didn’t know about all his people, but most of his hair was contained on his head. Did that mean he wasn’t hairy when he changed?

She squeezed her thighs together, sucking and licking on him had her so hot it wouldn’t take much to make her explode. This was about Tristan her hungry pussy would just have to accept that.

Her needy mouth followed the path of her hands down his body until her nose was pressed against the base of his dick. She breathed in deeply the heady smell of him taking her over. If she could bottle his sex appeal, she’d be rich, and women everywhere would be having orgasms.

The feel of his hands caressing her shoulders and neck while he pushed her head down further made a sound of need escaped from her. Her tongue came out to lick the underside of his cock. The hiss that came from behind his lips was her reward. She wanted to hear it again. Her hand caressed his balls while her other hand laid flat on him trying to keep him still.

She smiled at the strength he was showing by not moving. She ran her tongue over the head of his dick while her hand tried to grasp his shaft.

“I want to take you in my mouth.” She stopped and looked at him waiting for his approval. It came with a jerk of his head and a look in his eyes that told her he was turning his pleasure over to her. He was trusting her.

The thought was heady like the most potent wine. She blew her breath on him watching his dick seek the warmth before she opened her mouth and took him in. She swallowed the head with a moan that she was sure echoed through the whole house.

His gasp speared her in her pussy. It wasn’t the sound of a male in charge. It was the realization that he was discovering a pleasure he didn’t know existed. She sucked harder making sure her teeth never touched him. All lips and tongue the way she liked it.

Her hand wrapped around his shaft taking care of the part she couldn’t reach. She moaned around him allowing the vibrations to sink deep into his dick as she sucked taking him as far back as she could.

He tasted so good; she could do this forever and be happy. He thrust upward, his legs starting to shake.

“I want you to come in my mouth, Tristan. Let yourself go; I want to taste you.”

He was holding back, but that didn’t stop her. She redoubled her efforts bobbing up and down on his dick playing with his balls until he was so close.

Her name ripped out of his mouth.

She groaned around his thick shaft.

“Mira, I’m gonna…” The first blast of cum hit the back of her throat. She felt his body go taut and then the cry of pleasure that came from his lips. It was wild, unhinged, a male understanding that he was a male.

She drank the taste of him; he was salty but slightly sweet at the same time. He was alien, different. He was giving himself over to her. What more could she ask for?

As his body finally stopped moving, she realized something. She found pleasure in him without needing to find her own release. It would come but taking care of her male touched her in a way she never expected.

“Mira?”

“Later,” she said climbing up his body. “Right now, just hold me.”