VAIR STOOD, UNSEATING ME FROM his lap. My naked body pitched forward, and I stumble-stepped, thrown off-balance in my high heels, until my palms found purchase against the strange glass wall separating us from the soap star’s orgy.
I knew a moment of panic at being so completely exposed, standing there naked in my heels, my nose inches from the glass surface that felt solid and yet seemed alive somehow—fluid as water moving and vibrating with energy beneath my palms—as I was afforded a front-row, up-close, and graphic view of the alien group sex session that was getting wilder by the minute.
No one on the other side of the glass was looking at me, though. I told myself they couldn’t see me—that it had to be a two-way mirror given what Vair had said about not enjoying other male eyes on me. Still, I’d never felt more naked and vulnerable before.
I took a step back, pushing off against the glass. But I didn’t get far as my ass collided with Vair’s hard thighs. His hands were suddenly everywhere, his body rubbing against and covering the length of mine from behind.
And my hands were … stuck.
Literally stuck.
That alien glass was alive! It had wrapped around and shackled my wrists to its surface. My hands were positioned at chest level, and I could see where the glass had morphed into thick, clear restraints around my slender wrists.
“Vair?” I sounded terrified.
I was terrified.
His right palm closed over mine atop the glass as his mouth brushed my cheek, whispering reassurances that failed to register as I continued to struggle in vain.
I immediately understood why people used safe words.
Because I needed one. And I didn’t have one.
“Easy, darling.” He linked his fingers with mine against the animated glass as his left hand fisted in my hair. “It’s all right. The wall won’t harm you.” He tilted my head back. “I’d never let anything harm you.”
“I don’t like being restrained!” My eyes beseeched his—two dark pools of lust that studied me, and not without compassion, I noted, as he seemed to genuinely consider my plea. Briefly.
Then his lips brushed over mine in the first true, conscious kiss we’d shared since being reunited. “You’ll like it this time,” he promised softly. He nipped my bottom lip, tugged it gently between his teeth, and sucked. “Because you’re with me.” He leaned into me, the state of his arousal pressing unmistakably against my ass—so hard and huge it sent another wave of apprehension through me. “And you know I’ll always keep you safe.”
I didn’t know that.
Why the hell would I know that?
His species was my planet’s enemy. He was blackmailing me. He was restraining me against a moving, translucent wall straight out of a science fiction horror story, planning to fuck me while I was forced to watch the crazy erotic alien ménage taking place mere feet away on the other side of said creepy wall.
I’d never been so terrified and turned on in my life.
“I adore you, little human.”
“Little human” was back to being an endearment, and he kissed me with none of the aggressiveness I’d anticipated when he’d first announced that he was going to fuck me, bite me, then “really” fuck me—in that order. His gentleness took me by surprise as his lips caressed and nibbled until my own relaxed and allowed him to deepen the kiss.
“Worship you,” he murmured before slipping his tongue inside my mouth in a languid, drugging kiss that made my whole body feel so heavy with need I was almost glad the wall restraints were there to hold me up. “Never harm you.”
His words were nonsensical. Ks didn’t worship humans. And he was sure to harm me.
My body didn’t know the difference. Didn’t care that he was the obvious threat that even my faulty instincts should’ve recognized.
I sagged into him, my nipples painfully erect and yearning for friction where the cool air was hitting them. Arousal flooded my sex and dripped down my inner thigh, my core clenching with the need to have him filling me. To pull his alien organ in deep where it could never belong.
My body didn’t care about the obvious facts of the matter—that this was completely dangerous and untenable territory. It wanted to lose control.
Because screw danger and consequence; sometimes a girl just needs to get fucked.
So I kissed him back the way that a woman kisses a man when she wants exactly that, silently daring him to give it to me. Knowing Vair would deliver.
I swallowed his groan of approval as his hands skimmed over my goose-pimpled skin at last, his touch too light and brief against my trembling stomach and aching nipples to satisfy.
I spread my legs and tilted my ass into his groin in supplication.
He broke our kiss, his breathing labored as he said, “So sweet. Just like I knew you’d be.”
His hand skated down my lower belly to touch between my drenched thighs before moving around to grip my butt cheek.
“This ass has haunted me for nine weeks,” he confessed, kissing his way down my spine until he was on his knees behind me, kissing, licking, and sucking the underside of my rear into his mouth in a way that was sure to leave marks.
As much as my ex-boyfriends had raved about my booty, none of them had ever given me a hickey there before. There was something so erotic, slightly taboo, and oddly humbling about the way Vair was worshipping my backside.
Hearing the noises that he was making and knowing how turned on he was just to be kissing my ass pushed me past the brink of my own long-held preconceived notions of decorum, well past caring that I was restrained by an animated glass wall and about to get eaten out from behind by a scary, dominant alien. I went up onto my toes in my heels, angling my ass higher for him as his fingers spread my fleshy cheeks apart to make way for his exploring tongue.
When that hot tongue made contact, licking the length of my slit from clit to anus, I lost it. And by lost it, I mean, I got loud.
As Vair proceeded to nibble, suck, and lick every millimeter of my exposed, over-stimulated privates, I threw years of well-ingrained, safe, proper behavior aside and started making noises that rivaled those coming out of the soap star on the opposite side of the glass—who was high on K saliva and getting fucked by a whole roomful of hot, hung Krinar aliens.
When all orgy eyes shifted in my direction, I realized that although they might not be able to see me, they were most definitely hearing me. And they liked what they were hearing. A lot.
I could tell by the way their irises glowed with excitement, the way their pupils dilated, and the way their movements accelerated—whether stroking their own cocks or moving inside of the human client-slash-patron-slash-patient they were attending to—that the noises I was making turned them on immensely.
Their hungry eyes stared unseeingly in my direction, and I knew they were imagining the things that Vair might be doing to me behind the two-way glass partition.
I wanted to quiet down, but I couldn’t.
It was all too fucking hot. So dirty and exhilarating I could scarcely believe it was happening.
And it was happening all right.
It was all too much to resist: The pressure of Vair’s tongue moving against my clit, his fingers squeezing and holding my ass cheeks apart, his thumb stroking shallowly into my center.
And then his long, slickened finger began pressing inside of me where no man had dared venture before, setting off a string of begging interspersed with profanity as I came apart against his face.