Okay, okay. I can do this.”

She moved forward, keeping her gaze averted from his massive johnson. She crawled onto the bed, which felt surprisingly comfortable, and laid down with her head on the part that rose into a pillow.

She stared at the ceiling, refusing to look at him. He turned to her and slowly crawled toward her, hovering over her body. She had her arms locked on either side, pinning the towel around her form.

“Please don’t hurt me,” she whispered.

“I’ve heard this works better if you are aroused as well,” he said in a low growl.

“Well, that’s probably not going to happen.” She gritted her teeth and squeezed her eyes closed.

“I began work on the human mating resources while you were in the bath. I learned some things about the female anatomy that you may find pleasing.”

She opened one eye and looked at him, biting her bottom lip. Was he serious? Well, if she could be “aroused” while he did his business, she figured that might help. At least a little bit.

“Well…show me what you learned,” she said in a challenging tone.

He growled, and she squeezed her eyes closed again. Octavia could feel the weight of his body move closer to her on the bed. A warm hand cupped her cheek and moved her face toward him. She drew a deep breath, smelling the scent of his skin and the warmth of his breath as he drew closer.

His lips brushed over hers. “You used the aphrodisiac oil. I can smell it on your skin,” he said in a low voice.

“I thought it was soap,” she muttered, her eyes still tightly closed. Her whole body was rigid, but she could feel herself beginning to respond to his touch.

He kissed her again, this time more deeply. His tongue flicked over the crease between her lips, asking for entrance. She parted for him as his hand ran over her shoulder and down her arm. He was so warm against her damp body that was wrapped in the fluffy towel.

His tongue pressed into her mouth, caressing her own. She let out a soft groan that only encouraged him to press deeper. His hand meandered down her hip and ran over her thigh before moving inward.

Joss plunged his tongue in and out of her mouth as if he were telling her what he wanted to do with her pussy. Hot desire surged in her core, and she wrapped her arms around him, drawing him closer.

His fingers crept up between her thighs and slid over her slit, sending a jolt of electricity through her core. She sucked a breath, and he pulled away.

“You like this,” he said, as a statement, not a question.

“Yeah. It’s all right, I guess.” It was better than all right. She’d never expected to be so turned on by him. He was an asshole. He was going to ruin her city even more than the Mulgor had. He had no respect for her or her people, but she was like a puddle of goo under his touch.

His fingers explored further, pressing between her folds to find the slick heat of her sex. He growled against her mouth, plunging his tongue into her again and again.

Joss ran his fingertips over her clit, caressing it in tight little circles. Her breath caught. If she could even breathe from how excited she felt and the pressure of his tongue inside her mouth.

She could feel his massive cock, hard against her side. His fingers worked her wet desire with an expert skill she would never have expected from a total virgin. The “human female training material” definitely was extensive.

Octavia could feel the flood of release rising higher with each stroke. He dipped his fingers further, using his thumb to rub her clit. Just before he pressed inside her channel, he growled and moved away.

Her eyes popped open and she watched him kneeling over her, staring down at her body with deep lust in his eyes. Joss ripped the towel away from her flesh and threw it across the room. Octavia let out a startled yelp that only seemed to encourage him.

“I must taste your sweet-smelling juices,” he growled. Wow. That was a change of tune.

The man seemed possessed. He pulled her legs apart and dove in, dragging his tongue up her slit. He seemed determined to devour her with his big mouth. Sounds of pleasure rose from between her legs. He licked up her juices with such passion, all she could do was hold on for the ride.

Her head spinning, she gripped his long blond hair between her fingers, arching her back and pushing her pelvis up for more. His tongue pressed inside her core and she lost it. With a screech of pleasure, she released, spilling more of her cream onto his tongue.

He grunted with pleasure, licking up every last drop he could taste. Her body contracted and clenched on his eager tongue, each jolt running through her with electric pleasure.

“Oh God,” she moaned, pulling against him. She wanted to kiss him again. Really kiss him this time, like she meant it.

He rose over her and pressed his lips to hers. She could taste herself on his mouth. Her legs shook as he sank between them. His long, stiff shaft pressed against her belly.

Octavia wrapped her arms around his chest and her legs around his waist. She took a deep breath and let it out, looking into his eyes when he released her from his kiss.

“What’s this claiming thing all about?” she asked, heady with passion.

“I cannot claim your tight little cunt or bite you with my sharp teeth until you are ready, little human mate,” he growled.

He pulled back and rubbed his cock over her wetness. She sucked a sharp breath and trembled.

“I will spill my seed on you now,” he said. He continued to rub himself over pussy as it throbbed from release.

She groaned, wanting more, wanting to be filled. In that moment, she wasn’t thinking about their differences or that they were essentially enemies. All she could think about was how much her body begged for him to be inside her.

He pulled up on all fours and gripped his huge cock in his massive hand. Looking her straight in the eye, he began to stroke himself up and down, harder and faster with each pump. Octavia felt herself flush with desire, meeting his gaze with equal intensity.

She glanced down and his stiff manhood, assessing the size of it. Lord, that thing will never fit inside me. She snapped her gaze back to his eyes. They sure as hell could have a good time trying, though.

The sound of his hand slapping up and down on his cock filled her ears. It made her wet all over again. She spread her legs wider instinctively and arched her back, thrusting her breasts into the air.

He growled and pumped harder. Hot, white semen gushed from his cock, spreading over her cocoa skin and tight chocolate nipples. The sight of it on her body made her pussy clench.

Joss didn’t break his gaze. He forced her to look into his eyes as he rubbed the hot seed into her tits. He cupped the globes of her breasts and tweaked at her nipples, massaging his semen into her skin.

Her mouth dropped open with excitement and need. He rubbed a finger on her lips and she sucked it into her mouth before he scooped up the hot semen and thrust his fingers into her tingling pussy.

Octavia groaned and her back came up off the mattress from the force of arousal. His fingers pumped in and out of her, thrusting the semen deeper into her core.

“Holy crap, you’re a dirty boy,” she said, giggling when he finally rolled over on the bed beside her, spent.

“I am not dirty. My seed is quite clean,” he said, his tone displeased.

“Dirty as in kinky.”

“It is not curled either,” he said, staring at the ceiling.

“Where did you learn English?”

“I learned from the information computers yesterday on the journey to Earth.”

“You missed some important phrases.” She giggled and turned over to rest her head on his chest.

“It is irrelevant,” he said sleepily.

Great. Back to that.

“Way to ruin the afterglow,” she muttered.

“Stop talking,” he said, rolling over to sleep. “I grow weary of your words. I must sleep now. My journey was long and you are exhausting.”

A blanket moved up from the bottom of the bed and covered them both in a warm, fluffy hug. If she hadn’t been so pissed, she might have enjoyed it.

She had to admit, she was tired, too. There was no way she could sleep next to this jerk. She growled and pealed out of the bed, stomping out of the room. She went to the bathroom and put on her stinky old things.

Screw this guy. He was so rude. They’d just shared something so special. He’d totally blown her mind. When their eyes had been locked, she’d believed he felt something. She’d felt something. It was deeper and stronger than anything she’d ever experienced before.

Then he just went back to being a superior jackass. She shook her head, feeling like an idiot for falling for it. Her mom always told her, women feel more than men when they have sex. She had to protect her heart if she didn’t want to have it broken.

She walked out of the bathroom and past Joss as he slept on the bed. Typical dude, already passed out from sex.

Too bad she was bound to this guy for the rest of her life. Screw that noise. She didn’t care if he was going to lose his mind or what. He was a big fat dick, and she didn’t want anything to do with him.

She stormed out of the bedroom and through the rest of the apartment until she came to the front door. She stood there staring at it. It didn’t have any doorknobs. How the hell was she supposed to get out?

She was literally imprisoned in this apartment with her worst nightmare. “Open, damn it!” she growled, kicking the door.

The door slid open.