Bricus crossed his arms over his chest, glaring at the naked human woman who knelt before him. He hated that his cock rose at the sight of her. She was not his mate-to-be. She was a creature made to pleasure a male. An illegal, primitive being with a warm body always ready for fucking. At least that’s what humans are rumored to be.
But I will not be distracted.
For ten long years he and his bond-brothers had been without a mate. Because of me. Now they were so close, one more delivery away from, finally getting their mate. They simply could not afford this distraction.
She whimpered and reached for his cock.
He caught her wrist. There is only one way to deal with a female in heat.
Pulling her up, he turned her in his arms, so her back hit his chest. Then, he moved backwards and sat on the bench on one side of the small room. Spreading her legs, he threw each one over the sides on his thighs, spreading her even further.
“Please,” she begged, reaching down and stroking his erection beneath her.
His grip tightened around her, and he pushed her hand away. One of us needs to remain in control. It didn’t matter that her body was warm and tan, next to his cold ice-blue skin. It didn’t matter that her breasts were large and full, just as horny traveler whispered about in space stations, nor that her eyes were green, the color of desire. He refused to be attracted to her.
Commanding himself to deal with her in the most level-headed manner possible. He reached down and stroked the thatch of dark brown hair between her thighs.
She gasped and one of her hands reached to wrap around the back of his neck, while she threw her head back in anticipation.
He inhaled the sweet scent of her throat, mixed with the heavy scent of her arousal. It turned him on. And he hated that it did. He did not want to find her complete surrender to him attractive.
But I do. Damn it.
Whisper soft, he slid the tip of his finger down to brush her wet outer-folds. Then, softly, he ran his finger along her slit. He was amazed how different her body was than one of their kind. Warm, wet, and soft was the last thing an Iceilus’ woman would be called. He shouldn’t like it
But again, he couldn’t help himself.
As he stroked her fascinating body, his gaze moved to her strange breasts. Using his free hand, he brushed her pink nipple.
She moaned in response and bucked against his hand.
“You like that, don’t you?” The husky words slipped past his lips before he could stop them.
“Yes,” she groaned, rubbing herself against his fingers.
He was amazed as he pushed one finger inside her. She was so tight. Too tight to fit an Iceilus’ cock.
But still, he imagined it. Closing his eyes, he pictured what it would be like if it wasn’t his finger being gripped tightly by her small body, but his dick. He knew his precum coated the inside of his underclothes, but he didn’t care. The image was just too intoxicating.
Because it’s been so long.
Years had gone by since he’d last been a young male, free to lay with whatever female he chose. Before the bonding ceremony that changed everything. Since then, female after female had accepted his bond-brothers as their mates, but refused the relationship when they learned of Bricus. It hurt, on a level that cut so deeply it wounded him again and again every moment of his life.
But this human woman… in her heated state, didn’t care who he was or what his place was in society. She only cared that he brought her pleasure.
A shudder ran through his body as he added a second finger inside of her. His thumb rubbed a small spot within her, and she cried out.
What was that?
He rubbed it again, and her entire body spasmed.
She likes that. A lot.
He could sense in her that she was close. That her release was building and building. He pinched her interesting pink nipples, satisfied when she cried out and bucked, taking his fingers deeper inside her.
“Oh,” she moaned, and turned her mouth to him.
In surprise, he didn’t pull back when her hungry lips found his. And he told himself it was curiosity that he allowed her soft tongue to slide against his rough, cold one. He growled in the back of his throat and kissed her harder, with more intensity.
Mine! his mind roared.
He kissed her even while she whimpered. Harder as he thrust his fingers in and out, while she impaled herself on them. They found a rhythm, the sounds of her slick body filling the air around them. And her mouth tasted of a foreign sweetness, like the scent of her arousal. It was intoxicating. A flavor he knew he would never grow tired of.
So he kept his lips pressed on hers while their tongues tangled. Her round, firm ass rubbed his engorged cock while he moved his fingers faster and faster inside of her. Testing her limits, he pinched her nipple and was thrilled when she bucked against him.
If I squeeze her harder, what will she do for me? Tightening his grip, he watched, eager for her response.
Breaking their kiss, she threw her head back, crying out, as she rode him harder. Then, her muscles tightened around his thrusting fingers, and she came.
The sight, sound, and feel of her was too much to ignore. He spilled his seed, right there in his pants.
She was a creature of arousal and sex. A being made for pleasure. And he found that he could not resist her pull. His hips thrust against her ass, grinding himself against her as he finished.
When at last her movement stopped, he collapsed back against the wall behind him, breathing hard. His fingers still buried in the human who had caused him to lose such control.
But he hadn’t pushed her down and thrust his hard, willing cock into like he wanted to. Doing such a thing to a female in heat was beneath him. Their own Iceilus’ females, after spending time with males she was aroused by, often took care of themselves in private. It was the proper thing to do. Yet, somehow, he didn’t mind that this female didn’t do the proper thing.
I more than didn’t mind it.
Very slowly, she turned her face toward him.
He waited for her thank you, curious about her now that her needs had been temporarily sated.
And then, she slapped him. Her small hand moving with surprising quickness. The sound seemed to echo through the room.
As his shock faded, anger reared inside of him.
She was glaring at him. Her eyes still the color of arousal. She grasped his wrist and tried to pull his fingers from her body.
In response, he buried them deeper, drawing a gasp from her.
The human’s cheeks turned a strange shade of pink. “Stop touching me. Now.”
He pulled his fingers out, and then, thrust back in again.
She groaned, panting, her lids growing heavy. “If you don’t stop—“
“You’ll what?” he asked, his voice low and threatening.
This female had come onto his ship. Disrupted his life. Distracted his bond-brothers. If they were caught with her on board, they would lose everything. The home they had saved for countless years for. The ship they used as a source for their dangerous work, which had brought them their small wealth.
A logical male would have tossed her from the airlock. Not pleasured her to ease her need.
“I’ll…” Uncertainty briefly filled her gaze, and then, her mouth drew into a firm line.
He withheld a grin. What does this tiny female think she’ll do?
If she simply apologizes, I will—
Her hand shot out again, and she poked him in the eyes. Hard.
In surprised, he released her, standing and dropping her into a pile on the ground. He held his face, rubbing at his closed eyes, feeling his ire rising to an all-time high. “What in the putrid pits did you do that for?”
She rose from the ground and shot away from him, briefly stumbling over the spacesuit she and his bond-brother had arrived in. Her back hit the wall of the hatch on the outside of the spaceship, and she stared at him with a look of panic.
“You had your fingers inside of me. What did you think I would do?” She paused, and something, maybe fear, twisted her expression. “How did you aliens make me do all of that? Some kind of mind trick?”
He rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest. “Nope. That was all you.”
She shook her head. “No. I would never do something like that. I don’t know any of you.” And then, to his horror, her eyes filled with moisture. “One minute I’m at home. The next I’m in a ship with some weird blue aliens that plan to sell me as some kind of… sex toy. And now? Now, I’m with three giants who seem to be able to make me do things to them that I don’t want to. This… this is all too much.”
A wave of pity went through him, blanketing his anger. When she explained it all that way, he felt a bit like an ass. “None of us have ever met a human before. But males of our species radiate a pheromone that attracts compatible females to us. It usually arouses them and puts them into a state of heat, where their sexual desire is increased. But nothing as powerful as what we saw with you. Our guess is that humans are even more sensitive to our pheromones. It wasn’t something we did to you.”
After a minute, she nodded and looked away from him. “Okay, so then, what happens now? What will you do with me?”
My thoughts exactly. “First, we get you cleaned up and clothed, then we can talk.”
Her stunning green eyes focused on him once more with an expression of gratitude. “That sounds… good.”
When he realized that pride had filled his chest, he stiffened. Making her happy should not have me feeling this way.
Whatever we do with this human female, we need to get her off of our ship. And soon.