thighs. The memory made her cheeks burn, made her feel a little less chilly.
His nostrils flared, perhaps scenting her arousal, though his eyes were still on the fire.
“Cold?” he asked, his voice still husky and rough from sleep. His gaze rose to her. His hair was wild, curling up around his horns, and she ached just looking at him.
“Yes,” she admitted.
“Let me warm you, then,” he said, sliding over to her, loosening the furs from her shoulders and spreading them across the smooth stone floor of the crater behind her.
“Jaxor? What are you—”
But then a shocked gasp escaped her when realization set in. He laid her back, inched up the tunic she’d stolen from him, until her sex was bared.
Then his mouth was on her and all she felt was heat exploding across her sensitive flesh.
“Ohh,” she moaned, blinking in disbelief up at the dark fog bank overhead, which blotted out any sun, and cast his skin in silver.
Her last coherent thought, even as he lapped at her clit and licked her arousal away, was that she could get used to mornings like that.
Much, much later, Jaxor fed her something called obiraxi. Her body was still humming from the two orgasms he’d pulled from her, but she was decidedly less cold. When he looked at her, her mind felt a little muddled, but she tried to focus as he demonstrated how to cut the dark grey skin of what she assumed was a type of fruit, based on how he’d described it to her.
Erin was distracted because Jaxor hadn’t orgasmed with her. When she’d reached for his cock, straining from the waistband of the loose pants he was wearing that morning, wanting to return the favor, he’d taken her hand and pressed his lips to it instead. Then he asked her if she was hungry.
“You did not enjoy the kekevir meat,” he said softly, sitting close enough that their thighs were pressed together and all Erin had to do was look over and see the head of his cock pushing up.
She bit her lip, raking a hand through her clean hair.
“Was it that obvious?” she asked, a little embarrassed he’d noticed. She didn’t want to seem ungrateful for the food.
He’d fed her kekevir the night he’d ‘culled’ them. It seemed like so long ago, but it had only been a handful of days since then. The meat had a gamey flavor. It was hard to chew, though Jaxor had seemingly had no issue with his sharper teeth.
“Do humans not eat a lot of meat?” he asked, handing her a section of the grey fruit that didn’t look particularly appetizing. The flesh looked soft and mushy and there were little white seeds dotted throughout.
“I eat meat,” she told him. “But our meat tastes a little different. I like the jerky you gave me before.”
He licked his fingers when she plucked the fruit from them, cleaning the juices away, and her breath hitched at the sight, remembering him doing much the same last night, though it had been her fingers he’d licked and her juices.
It seemed she had a one-track mind lately.
Forcing herself to look away, she popped the piece of fruit onto her tongue. Delicious flavor burst in her mouth. Despite the strange texture, it was heavenly. It had the sweetness of a pineapple, the tang of an orange, and something indescribable, something that was completely alien to her, and something she knew she would never find on Earth.
“Good?” he asked, his lips quirking when he saw her expression. Her eyes were wide with pleasure when she met his gaze. There was a soft look on his face, one of affection, she realized.
“Very good,” she told him, smiling once she swallowed. “Can I have more?”
“Tev,” he murmured. “I have three here. I will get more for you later today. They grow nearer to the Lopitax Sea.”
A sea was near there?
“Can I come?” she asked, wanting to see it. She lived in the San Francisco Bay Area, but hardly had time to go to the beach. Even though the beaches there tended to be dreary and cold, she still loved the smell of the saltwater and loved watching the waves and hearing the hiss of them as they slid over the sandy shore.
He darted a curious gaze over to her. “You wish to?”
“Yes,” she said, wondering if they would use the hovercraft to fly there and feeling strangely guilty for the thought. So much so that she had to look down at