“Kurva!”He grates against my lips before pulling away.
I whimper—whimper!—at the loss of him, but before I can complain further, he’s shoving the skirt of my dress up and gripping the backs of my thighs. With a guttural groan, he has my legs split around his hips and my core pressed tight to his…dear God,that bulge can’t be his dick… can it?
Before I have a chance to worry about his size, his mouth is on mine again, and he’s fucking my mouth with his forked tongue while his hips grind between my thighs.
Holy shit! For being so reserved, he’s certainly let his kink out in a big way. And I’m here for it.
With my arms wrapped around his neck, I return each of his kisses just as frantically as he’s giving them. My legs are clamped around him, my bare sex rolling with each of his thrusts, and it isn’t long before the first waves of my impending orgasm are lapping at me.
“Treto,” I moan against his lips. My fingertips dig into the scales at the back of his neck, wanting to feel more of him. “I’m so close.”
Pulling his mouth away, he goes still and presses his forehead to mine. For the first time his eyes are closed instead of fixed on mine, and he’s breathing like he just ran a marathon.
“Treto?” I whine, trying to roll against him. Wanting—needing—more of him.
“No.” He steps back, lowering me to the ground on shaky legs. “This is not why I came here.”
My head is spinning, and not entirely from lack of oxygen, thanks to his consuming kisses. My hands tremble slightly as I push my skirts down over my legs. My thighs are slick with my arousal. Did this really just happen? One minute I was close to what promised to be the most amazing orgasm of mylife,and then… whiplash!
Treto turns his back to me. His shoulders are hunched, and he’s clutching his hands into fists. After a moment he seems to get himself under control and turns back to face me. His expression is more relaxed, but I don’t miss the way his eyes roam over my face, my hair, and then down to where my nipples stand out against the silky dress I’m wearing. His tongue darts out, and his slitted nostrils flare.
The way he’s slowly looking up and down my body makes me feel naked, and soon I’m ramping up for him once more. Damn him!
I’m about to do thehey-my-eyes-are-up-herething,when he clears his throat and runs a hand over the smooth top of his head. “I have backup en route.”
“You do?” That’s a hell of a change of subject, but okay.
He nods. “I’ve been following you since you were taken from Earth.”
“You have?” I’m not sure what to do with this? “Wait, so you knew they were coming for us?”
He nods, frowns, and then shakes his head. “I was following them.”
I’m getting confused. “So youdid know.”
He shakes his head again. “I—” His mouth snaps shut, and he lets out a sharp breath through his nose. “It’s too much…”
“—too much what? Too much to translate?” I’m trying to understand why he can’t just spit out what he’s trying to say.
“Translation is fine,” he says with a huff. “Just… words. I don’t—I’m not used to… speaking.”
Pressing my palm to my forehead, I try to figure out how I can get the answers I need out of this alien who seems to have trouble speaking. “Look, Treto,” I start out slow. I need to get both of us back on track. “This is the situation. One of the girls down that hallway is just a kid. Me and Nita, we’ve done some living. But she’s way too young, and way too sheltered to be facing a life of prostitution.”
“She’s a hatchling?” he snaps as his face pales.
I have no idea what that means, but I go with it. “Um, yes. And she’s… innocent.” I need him to understand how important this is. I have to get Skylar out of here, even if it means staying behind. “Please, you’ve got to at least save her. She doesn’t deserve any of this.”
“And you?” He cocks his head to the side. “Do you think you deserve this?”
I shrug. “No one deserves this, but I’ve had a harder life than some. I can handle this, but not her. This will break her.”
Treto makes that strange rattling noise and reaches out to me. I tense but don’t move as he steps into me and cups the side of my face. “I won’t leave you behind,” he tells me softly. “We will take all of you.”
My heart lifts, and I open my mouth to thank him when three sharp knocks hit the door.
“You have five minutes.”
What little uplift I was feeling plummets, and I reach up to take hold of Treto’s hand, squeezing my fingers around it. “You promise?”
Using his other hand, he gently tucks my hair behind my ear and then slowly drags his fingertips across my cheek. “It is my vow.”
