“That’s… not what it means in this situation.” I swipe my face, trying to rein in my laughter, though my body is still shaking with aftershocks.
Solan looks utterly bewildered, which only makes it harder.
“Okay, okay, listen.” I hold up a hand, attempting to restore some semblance of seriousness. “Yes,fuckingcan be a cuss word, but it also means… uh….”
He leans closer, his tendrils practically vibrating with curiosity. “Means what?”
“It’s….” I clear my throat, suddenly feeling a little warm under his intense gaze. “It’s also what we’re about to do. When people have sex, Solan. Making love. Complete the bond with our bodies. That kind offucking.”
Understanding dawns in his eyes like a sunrise, warm and bright—and then it turns into something far more dangerous. His lips curl into a slow, wicked smile, and his hair whips the air like a wildfire catching a gust of wind. “Ah.Thisis fucking.” He steps closer, his towering frame blocking out everything else, his voice dropping to a seductive rumble. “You will teach me the human way.”
I swallow hard, the laugh in my throat replaced by a rush of heat. “Oh, I’ll teach you,” I murmur, meeting his gaze, my chest rising and falling as the tension between us spirals higher. “But I promise you’ll pick it up pretty quick.”
Does my brain stutter, wondering what sex means to his species? A little. And I definitely want to know more, but considering he’s absolutely down for exploring human sex, the knowledge takes over every other thought or possibility.
He leans in, his hand brushing my hip, the barest contact making me shiver. “Then fuck me, Jack,” he growls, clearly testing out the phrase. His attempt at confidence wavers for half a second before his lips twitch into a grin. “Did I say it correctly?”
I groan, my head tipping back as I release a strangled laugh, the sound mingling with the heat building between us. “You’re a bloody menace,” I tell him, reaching for him, my hands tangling in the tendrils of his hair, which causes a shiver to rack his body as I pull him close. “But, uh… yeah, you got it right. But I’m kinda hoping you want to fuck me.”
And it’s no use; I can’t hold back anymore: I finally look down at his cock.
Fuck. Me. Dead.
Or sideways.
Or anyway he wants.
I sink to my knees, wide-eyed and fixated, desperate to get a closer look. Tingling buzzes through my fingers, which are eager to touch and explore, and yeah, I’m definitely salivating.
His dick is a good nine inches. Big enough to make me know I’ll feel the sting, the burn, and every delectable inch, but not enough to horrify me.
Without a doubt, I can take him.
I swallow hard. He definitely doesn’t have balls.
The deep red of Solan’s skin is darker on his dick, a shade that reminds me of glowing embers, rich and mesmerising. It’s impossible not to stare, to trace the fascinating details with my eyes. His cock is smooth and thick at the base, tapering into a blunt point that’s narrower at the tip. There’s no foreskin, no opening, just unbroken, gleaming skin that looks both alien and breathtakingly enticing.
I reach out, my fingers trembling slightly, unable to resist touching him. The ridges circling the end draw my gaze first—three rings, subtle but prominent enough to promise sensations I’ve never even dreamed of. My cock twitches, and I clench reflexively, imagining what those ridges will feel like inside me.
But it’s the barbs that truly capture my attention. Small, no more than five millimetres, they line the underside of his cock, each one perfectly symmetrical and somehow… beautiful. They don’t look sharp, though they make my heart race in anticipation. When I run a tentative finger along one, it pulses under my touch—a soft, rhythmic movement that has my breath hitching.
“Holy shit,” I whisper, my voice shaky. “What… how does that even?—?”
Solan groans low in his throat, his head tipping back as his tendrils whip through the air, glowing faintly in the dim light. “Jack,” he rasps, his voice rough and strained. “You are… killing me.”
I force myself to tear my gaze away and look up at him. His face is a picture of intensity, golden eyes molten, his teeth gritted as if he’s barely holding himself together. But it’s his hair that leaves me speechless. The tendrils have grown longer, the strands thinning and shimmering, almost translucent. They’re slick, wet with something that glistens faintly. I realise, with a jolt, they’re creating lube.
“You’re kidding me,” I breathe, unable to stop the awed laugh that escapes. “Your hair is making lube? That’s a thing?”
“They are to prepare you,” Solan says, his words tight, like he’s forcing them out through sheer will. “They will help… stretch, make you ready. If you allow it.”
I blink, overwhelmed but achingly curious. “And the barbs?” I return my hand to his cock, ghosting my fingers over the ridges before brushing the underside. I can feel the faint heat they’re emitting, small pulses that resonate with his energy.
“They will not hurt you,” Solan promises, his gaze locking with mine, fierce and protective. “They secrete heat, small pulses. Their purpose is… pleasure. To make you fall apart, to ensure your release. To make you mine.”
Bloody hell. My head spins, and my body feels like it’s on fire just from hearing him describe it. “You’re really stacked for this, huh?” I murmur, a teasing grin tugging at my lips. “Designed to ruin me.”
Solan’s lips twitch, and he huffs a shaky laugh. “Ruin you?” He leans closer, his voice dropping to a growl. “No, Jack. Bond with you. Cherish you. This is what I am for.”
