blade of the knife in the yourlu’s tentacle jerked closer to my neck, searing a lock of my hair off.
I whimpered in terror, dropping my hands away from Wyck.
“Ssh.” He cradled my head to his shoulder. His other hand went for the clasp on his pants. “I won’t hurt you, promise.”
I knew I could trust his promises. This did not ease my anxiety, though. It spiked even higher when his erection came into view. The same reddish brown as most of his skin, it had a slight greenish undertone where the thick veins protruded all along his length. Incredibly, it appeared longer and thicker than my forearm.
Errock males had two penises, I remembered something I’d heard back in college and recently from Nocc. Their females had two vaginas, too. I didn’t. I couldn’t even begin to think what to do with one of those, let alone two.
I stared at it in horror.
“This will never work,” I mumbled, cold with dread.
“Why?” Wyck asked innocently.
“Too big...” was all I could manage, swallowing hard.
He took my hand in his and placed it on his massive shaft, wrapping my fingers around it.
“Make it smaller, then.”
“How?”
He felt hot and hard in my hand. The smooth, silky skin stretched thin around his massive girth. The thick veins bulged and pulsed under my palm as he slid my hand along his length.
Wyck pressed my fingers tighter, and miraculously, the hard flesh in my hand squeezed smaller.
He hissed, his expression pained.
“Does it hurt?” I asked quickly, trying to yank my hand away.
“Somewhat.” He wouldn’t let me remove my hand, pumping it along his length with me. “But in a most wonderful way.”
As I squeezed and moved my hand, a thin layer of slippery moisture seeped between my fingers. “What’s this?”
He shrugged. “Makes the rubbing easier.”
“I see.” I smiled at his words. I could actually smile in this situation. How? I had no idea, only that with Wyck’s wide back shielding me from most of the room, breathing had become easier.
“Does it feel...right to you?” he asked.
Right? Nothing about this felt right.
But that wasn’t what Wyck was asking about, I understood. He wondered how I felt. He cared about my feelings. And that was the one thing that actually was right.
He asked because he had no frame of reference whatsoever. He’d told me that after Svetlana, I was the only woman he’d ever seen in his life. I realized I must be the first woman he’d ever touched.
More than that, his earlier confession could also mean that he’d never even seen two people making love. He’d seen people fucking in the videos that the men who raised him had made him watch. Consciously or not, however, he didn’t want to repeat what he’d seen in the videos with me. Right now, Wyck was trying to do something entirely new to him with me—he wanted to be gentle. Something he had never been taught to be.
“We’ll make it right, Wyck,” I whispered, kissing the ridge of his cheekbone. “We’ll make it right for us.”
Shifting back on the table a little, I lifted my legs, planting the heels of my feet on the edge. The long, mint-green skirt I was wearing draped between my raised knees, concealing me from the lewd stares of the others.
“Come closer.” I tugged him to me.
His erection in my hand had shrunk to a much more manageable and far less intimidating size by now. Holding him in my fist, I slid my hand under my skirt and positioned him at my opening.
“Closer...” I whispered.
He bucked his hips, his well-lubricated length sliding inside me effortlessly.
I buried my face in the base of his neck and closed my eyes. This moment was for Wyck and me only, even as hundreds of others were witnessing it.
He inhaled a shuddered breath. “Fuck...Nadia...” His arms clamped tight around me. No one would be able to pry me away from him now.
“I need to move,” he groaned.
“Mhm.” I nodded as he began to pump his hips.
With each smooth slide, he grew inside me, filling me entirely. A slight flicker of pleasure low in my belly grew brighter, spreading in hot tingles along my thighs.
“Is this right?” he asked.
“This is perfect...” I murmured, griping his vest below his shoulders and tugging him to me.
I did not expect this. I was not prepared to enjoy any of this. I’d braced myself to get over tonight and hoped to still be alive in the morning. Now, as Wyck moved inside me in smooth tantalizing thrusts,