Stolen and Seduced - Christine Pope Page 0,95

he wanted to be claimed, I would claim him the best way I knew how; by leaving a mark on his skin so everyone knew he was mine.

He moaned as his hands gripped my body, pressing our chests together.

Releasing my suction, I nipped my mark, and he hissed in response. Pulling back, I smiled at his confused stare.

“It’s called a hickey. It’s how humans mark our ‘mates’. Only, it needs to be redone often.”

“You marked me?”

“Isn’t that what you wanted” I teased. “To be claimed by me? Well, now everyone will know you are no longer available as long as that remains.”

His teal eyes darkened. “Then I will have to make sure you keep giving me these ‘hickeys’.”

Untangling his tail from my leg, Risolu stood and picked me up, carrying me over his shoulder out of the healing pool room into his bedroom. Screaming with joy, I smacked his ass through his loincloth, teasing him as he Tarzan’d me around.

Throwing me onto the middle of his gigantic bed, he grabbed my ankles and spread my legs, crawling between them. I felt my temperature rise at his directness and how he stared at me with his smoldering gaze. Slowly, he lightly stroked my leg as if he couldn’t quite believe I was really there, lying on his bed, waiting for him to do whatever he wanted to me.

“I’ve studied many of your species’ media and have seen so many things,” he mumbled, watching his hand as he traced my leg, studying the differences in our skins coloring. “Tell me what you like and what you want me to do.”

“Keep doing that,” I said softly. “It feels nice.”

He shot me a smile as his hand slid higher until his fingers traveled as high on my hips as he could without touching my juncture. Chuckling, he retreated as I started to squirm, only to repeat his action. Grabbing my leg, he brought his lips to my skin and slowly kissed along its length as he continued to trail the other one with the tips of his fingers.

He watched as I squirmed from his attentions, as he continued to make sure I was enjoying myself. Every part he touched had begun to heat up, as if he applied a warming gel all over me, but from the lack of stickiness, I knew that he hadn’t.

“What’s happening?”

Risolu pulled his face away from my leg, searching my body in confusion.

“Explain what’s the matter, and I can correct it.”

“Everywhere you touched has warmed up,” I moaned. “Why?”

He chuckled, his teal eyes filling with merriment as he continued to trace the lines he had made along my legs.

“My people become pair-bonded slowly over time,” he explained. “Coexisting in the same home and swapping bodily functions like blood, saliva, and sexual essences makes us biologically lock ourselves to our mate. Our body creates a chemical connection keyed only to our mate that allows our saliva, essence, and oils produced from our fingertips to fill them with arousal.”

“But we only just now kissed…”

“You must’ve accidentally begun my transformation when you scratched me five turns ago. Since we coexisted together in my living quarters, your aroma gave my body the signal to continue to change. By kissing, we temporarily made a chemical connection.”

“How do we make it permanent?” I flicked my gaze to the hickey, forming on his neck.

“By trading essences,” he breathed. “We have completed all the beginning steps for me to become biologically locked to you forever.”

“What happens if we don’t?” Glancing down to his dancing loincloth, whatever manhood he had underneath there was excited about the thought of becoming unleashed.

“Then we should stop being roommates, so I can allow my body to cleanse itself of your coding,” he said sadly. “It is still not too late to back out.”

“Even so, I don’t want to.”

His teal eyes sparkled as he leaned forward, kissing me softly. His lips were warm and gentle as he tentatively worked his tongue into my mouth, accepting mine into his. We melted into each other. Gripping his back, I squirmed under him, needing to feel more.

His mouth became possessive as he pressed himself against me, but not too much to suffocate me. His tongue felt silky against mine, filling my mouth with a fiery warmth. It was like sucking on a Red Hot candy, starting subtly, then becoming burning cinnamon.

Something fell over me, a veil over my worries, surrounding me with comfort, like a warm and soothing blanket from the dryer.

Pulling away, his lips trailed