Haven 4 AVOW - Sandra R Neeley Page 0,15

placed her hands on top of his and gazed intently at him. “You don’t have to ask me for permission.”

His brow wrinkled as he thought about not asking if he could touch her.

“I love that you can be so strong in your profession, demand such respect in all that you do as a General, demand others carry out your commands, and then be so gentle with me.” Synclare smiled at him. “You’re such a contradiction. But, I won’t break. And I trust you. If you want to undress me, undress me. I want to experience the passion you hide behind that control you’ve mastered so well.”

“I don’t wish to make you fear me,” he admitted.

“You won’t. I’m yours, as you are mine,” she said. “We’ve just promised that.” And to prove her point, she dropped her hands to the hem of his shirt and grasped it tightly before pulling it up over his chest.

Lo'San was surprised that his female was trying to undress him, and once he realized what she was trying to do, his purr grew deeper as he lifted his arms over his head and leaned slightly toward her so she could remove his uniform shirt. When he looked at her again, she was staring at him with her mouth hanging open.

“Sink Lar?” he asked.

Synclare heard him call her name and met his concerned gaze. “Oh my god. You’re so beautiful!” she said, as her eyes left his face and she allowed herself the privilege of examining every inch of his exposed body.

Lo'San couldn’t help himself, he sat a little straighter, puffed his chest out a little further, proud as she proclaimed her admiration for his appearance.

“I’ve never, ever seen a male like you,” she said, reaching up to touch the ridges that followed the curve of his shoulders. They started at the shoulder joint and protruded in an uneven line all down his shoulder, to about mid arm, even with the beginning of where his bicep was. They were several shades darker than the silvery gray of his skin and tipped with white edges and points.

Synclare hesitated before she touched him, looking to him for confirmation that it was safe to touch them.

“May I?” she asked.

Lo'San chuckled at her and guided her hand to his shoulder. “Now who is asking for permission to touch that which belongs to her?” he teased.

Synclare ran her hands over the ridges, as she explored his body. “They aren’t sharp,” she commented.

Lo'San shook his head. “When in battle, they will sharpen and enlarge somewhat. But they will never do so when you touch me. They will not harm you.”

Synclare allowed her fingers to trail from his shoulders down his arms and over the dark patches of skin that were scattered over them. “These are beautiful, too. I thought they’d be hard,” she said, touching the darker patches of skin that scattered over his silvery flesh. “They look like armor plating.”

“When in battle they do harden to protect me.”

Synclare stroked the roughened patches on his arms again as her eyes followed the path to the rest of the darkened patches on his body. His lower belly was covered in them as well.

Lo'San’s breath caught when she dragged her fingers over the darkened patches beneath his navel.

“They’re just a little rougher than your skin,” Synclare remarked.

Lo'San held himself tightly in check as his mate ran her hands over his body, touching and exploring. The lower part of his belly where the darker, rougher skin was, was extremely sensitive.

“Do these patches keep going beneath your clothing? Even lower, I mean?” she asked.

Lo'San swallowed audibly before giving her one single nod.

Synclare’s eyes flared with excitement. “I want to see,” she said on a hushed whisper.

Lo'San wasted no time in standing before her and unfastening his pants. He shoved them down his legs and stepped out of them, kicking them aside to stand proudly before his Sink Lar.

Synclare stroked his lower belly, watching as the darker plates on his skin rippled with her touch. Loving that his skin was so responsive to her touch, she didn’t stop there, she continued her exploration, slowly, agonizingly slowly, to his long, swollen member, which was standing up rigidly, waiting for her attention. The dark skin stopped just at the base of his cock, the length of it the same silvery skin as most of his body.

“It would be too much for a female if my battle plates extended over my length,” he said, as he watched her stroke his cock