“It’s about time you got here!” Sone shouts. Behind him Treto is grinning, which is about the most expression I’ve seen from him in spans.
Beside me, Annah giggles, but then abruptly stops when she looks around.
“Where’s Deja?” she asks. We’re the only ones in the room, except for the piles of bodies.
“You mean the human and her Veropian mate?” When Annah nods, Igid points down a hall. “They took off after Volethos.”
When Annah heads the way she points, I tighten my grip around her hand. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“I’m going after Volethos,” she tells me as if I am a kit.
“No. You are not. Igid, Sone and Treto will go after Volethos.” I pull her so her breasts are pressed against my chest and drop my voice. “You are going back to the hotel with me.”
“But…”
“I’m not taking the risk of you being taken again. We’re leaving while we can. The others have this under control.” And with that, I scoop her up and throw her over my shoulder as I head for the exit.
23
Anna
I’m hanging over Rovos’ shoulder, fireman-style, with my hands braced against his back as he sprints through the maze of streets we took to get to the humans’ compound.
I swear, I blink, and then we’re back at the hotel, standing inside the elevator. Rovos’ tail flicks back and forth in time with his shifting weight as he waits impatiently for the door to open. The fingers of the hand holding me to his shoulder flex, pressing into the soft globe of my ass. I can’t help the giggle that escapes me, the irony at having to wait the literalsecondsit takes to move up five floors. If we’d been in an earth elevator, he’d have me pinned to the wall and be buried balls deep before the doors had a chance to slide closed.
The thought sends a rush of warmth to my cheeks, and other places, causing me to squirm against him.
“Be still," he warns me, lightly slapping my ass when the doors slide open. “Or I’ll fuck you in the hallway.”
I bite back a moan, which worries me because that shouldnotbe a turn on.
We crash into our room, and I go light-headed when Rovos pulls me from his shoulder and slams my back against a wall.
“We should have just enough time” he growls against my throat as his lips trace the path of my rapid pulse.
“Enough time for what?”
Instead of answering, his hips pin me, forcing my legs to spread around his waist. His mouth finds mine, and he thrusts his tongue between my lips to tangle with my own. He’s hot and ready as he rocks against me. My hands clutch at his shoulders while his fingers dig into my ass and his tongue fucks my mouth in time with his rocking hips. A rhythmic throbbing surrounds us as he purrs for me. The low rumble pulses through his chest and settles between my legs, soaking my panties.
“Rovos,” I whimper against his lips. I need…I need…
“What is it,Keresta?” he says against my neck, where he alternates kisses with light bites.
“More,” I moan as he drags his lips down the column of my throat before sucking the skin between his teeth.
With a growl, Rovos pulls me away from the wall. A heartbeat later, I’m standing in the middle of the room, my head swimming and my legs weak. The blato is in a pile on the floor, and he’s working the buttons on my top, revealing inch after inch of my creamy skin with each flick of his fingers. He makes an appreciative sound, and my top disappears, leaving me naked from the waist up.
Dropping to his knees, Rovos wraps his arms around me, pulling me close so he can nuzzle between my breasts before latching onto one of my nipples. I gasp as my head falls back and I slide my fingers through the short, spiky hairs at the back of his head. When he switches to the opposite nipple, I moan. Every suckle sends sparks of electricity straight to my clit until my legs are trembling.
He tugs at the drawstring of my pants, pulling my nipple between his teeth as they fall to the floor. His fingers trace the shadow of my pussy through my panties before cupping me in his large hand. I lean into his touch while the heel of his palm puts delicious pressure against my clit. My hands tighten in his hair when his fingers drag the silk against my opening.
Then he’s gone, and my eyes flutter open to find him standing with his mouth curved up in a teasing smile.
“Bend over the bed,Keresta,” he tells me. His hands circle my waist, and he turns me away from him.
My legs feel like jelly as I step up to the end of the bed and bend over so my elbows rest on the bedding. I jump when his fingers hook into the waistband of my panties. I gasp when he pulls them down my legs. Oh, but I moan when his fiery breath brushes over my damp folds. And I cry out when he spears me with his tongue.
My fingers curl around the blankets, and I press my face into the bedding as Rovos laps at me while his fingers knead the plump cheeks of my ass. His purrs vibrate through me the entire time, enhancing the pleasure he’s wringing from me until I shatter for him.
