The Breeding Experiment - Laurann Dohner Page 0,17
It was shortly after that when he offered to keep Becky safe if I allowed him access to my body.”
“I don’t like this male.”
“He only visited every six months and stayed for only a few hours. The alternative was way worse. It’s how I’ve learned to think of it.” She lifted her chin and straightened her shoulders. “We can do this together, Gnaw. I don’t want to die here. It’s about survival.” She stared deeply into his eyes. “I’ll lie down and, um, touch myself to get prepared. Maybe watching me will calm you down enough to have sex. Or you can turn away and imagine I’m like your women. Do whatever it takes for you to get hard, please? We must do this. I will do absolutely anything to protect my sister. Do you have a sister?”
He shook his head.
“Brothers?”
“My grouping.”
She wasn’t sure what that meant but nodded. “Would you do anything it took to protect them?”
“Yes.”
“I’m sure it would hurt them if you died. Right?”
He nodded.
“Okay. So we’re going to do whatever it takes to survive and give us more time before the Elth get mad enough to kill me. I’m going to lie down and…touch myself.”
He closed his eyes but didn’t argue with her.
Darla hoped that meant he was finally agreeing to having sex. She lay down on the bed, her heart hammering in her chest, and was grateful embarrassment couldn’t kill her. The aliens were probably watching. That made it even more difficult.
She got comfortable on her back, lifted a finger to her mouth and wet it. Her gaze locked onto Gnaw. The sight of him, how big he was, how different, caused a little fear.
He wouldn’t hurt her. She had to believe that.
She slowly spread her legs and reached down, rubbing her clit. She just needed to get wet. Her body would react to stimulation of her clit. It had in the past, no matter how much she’d dreaded what was to come with Anthony.
Gnaw kept his eyes closed, which helped. She stared at him, focusing on his face. He was handsome, for an alien. Kind of overly masculine in looks, his features a bit sharp, but Veslors were shifters. She’d read about them, though not enough to know much about aliens that could change into other forms.
Frustration crept in when she continued having a difficult time manipulating her body, and she whimpered.
Gnaw’s eyes opened, and he looked down.
Darla froze. He was staring between her legs. The urge to close them was strong but she stayed still.
“I’ve read announcements from Vivian.”
“Who?”
“The first female mated to a Veslor.” He hesitated. “Are you certain you want to do this?”
“We need to. Yes.”
“Flip over.”
She hesitated. “I’m not wet. Um, ready.”
“I’m Veslor. I create…” He paused. “I read ‘oil’ is an unattractive term for a female of your race, but…we create it.”
“Oil?”
“Lubricant.”
“Oh.”
“Flip over.”
She pulled her hand away, uncertain, but rolled onto her stomach. Gnaw gently cupped her hips and twisted her on the exam bed, until her legs slid over the edge. It left her lower half hanging off the side with her upper body resting on the padded surface. He moved in behind her.
She grabbed hold of the other edge of the bed, closed her eyes, and sealed her lips. Even if it hurt, she wouldn’t cry. He was at least willing to do what it took to keep her alive, and she’d do anything if it meant Becky was safe.
He released one of her hips, and she heard him fumbling with the loose pants. She slowed her breathing, thinking of her favorite fruit tree from the greenhouse. She liked to sit under it when the sun lamps were turned on. It wasn’t safe to stand directly under the blubs, but in the shade, she could lay there and literally watch the blooming happen all around her.
“Spread your legs a little,” he rasped, his voice soft.
She parted her legs and gripped the edge of the exam bed in a death grip. “I’m ready.”
“I’m not.”
He said it so softly, she wasn’t sure if she heard him right.
She expected him to just shove inside her. Anthony always did that. Instead, she startled when Gnaw slid his fingers between her legs. There was something coating the tips of them. He found her clit…and began rubbing.
She jolted again, and he bent over her, using his upper body to pin her in place. He gently massaged her slit, rubbing up and down, each pass touching her clit. It felt good. “What are you