Captive - Cheryl Brooks Page 0,32
should’ve put more effort into the furnishings.
She was wadding up her cloak, intending to use it as a pillow when Moe stopped her with a tap on her shoulder.
“You’ll need that for a blanket,” he said as he sat down beside her. Stretching out his legs, he patted his thigh. “You can use me for a pillow.”
In her present state of mind, she should have refused. Should have made some deprecating remark about her cloak being softer than his well-muscled leg. But she didn’t. His offer caught her so unaware, tears stung her eyes before she could stop them. This was the kindest gesture anyone had made toward her in such a long time, she didn’t even know what to say.
He patted his leg again. “Come on. You might even be able to sleep. I certainly won’t, so I may as well keep watch.”
His reasoning was so sensible, so practical, she found herself complying without protest. He took the cloak from her and spread it over her as she curled up on her side with her head in his lap, facing toward his feet. His solid warmth soothed her in ways she never could have imagined. Even the air surrounding him seemed better somehow, laced as it was with a subtle scent that was as comforting and reassuring as a lullaby.
Moments later, that peculiar sound he made when he breathed began again. She was almost asleep when she realized what it was.
That must be what he meant when he said he’d purred.
When her mouth began watering, she was sure she was right.
If it hadn’t been for those damned Nedwuts, she might’ve been in a position to act on her desire, which was rapidly becoming impossible to ignore. She’d never felt like this before in her life, but the feeling was as unmistakable as it was powerful.
Sleep was not going to happen unless he stopped doing that.
Or I bite him.
Somehow, she didn’t think it would stop at the biting stage. Her mind filled with erotic images. What would it feel like to kiss him? To lie naked in his arms?
His loud, rumbling exhale finally prompted her to speak. “I’ll never go to sleep unless you stop purring.”
He stroked her hair so lightly, all she felt was a tingle. “So, you’ve figured that out, have you?”
“Yeah.” She had to stop and swallow before she could say anything further. “Makes me want to bite you so bad I can hardly stand it.”
“I won’t stop you.” A soft chuckle vibrated his body. “The others are already asleep. I promise I won’t scream.”
“Will I be able to sleep if I do?”
“Maybe not right away,” he replied. “But you will. Eventually.”
“I could sure use some sleep,” she muttered. “Don’t think I’m gonna get it, though.”
“If you’re interested, I know a surefire way to knock you out for the night.”
A giggle, as foreign to her as giddy laughter, escaped her. “Going to stun me with a pulse pistol?”
“That wasn’t what I had in mind.” His voice was a purring whisper. “I was thinking about something much more pleasant.”
“After I bite you, you mean?”
“Yeah. After you bite me.”
She rolled over and looked up at him. Not for the first time she was grateful for her ability to see in the dark. He’d been attractive before. Now he was just plain irresistible.
Why should I resist?
Chapter 9
Anyone would’ve told Moe he needed his head examined for purring at such an inopportune time.
Anyone with any sense, that is.
At the moment, however, Moe felt anything but sensible. After everything that had happened in the past day or so, giving in to his baser instincts seemed the best choice.
Klara was currently in an excellent position to give them both enough ecstasy to put their desires to bed, so to speak. Too bad she probably wouldn’t see it that way, unless her mother had seen fit to apprise her of the joys—and explicit details—of Zetithian sex. He could tell her himself, but since he was a willing participant rather than an impartial observer, convincing her would take some doing.
Trust me, Klara. Just licking my dick will give you orgasms. Sucking it until I come in your mouth will give you a euphoric high the likes of which you’ve never dreamed.
Yeah, right. Any woman would believe that.
He couldn’t help but smile as the standard Zetithian pick-up line ran through his mind.
Oh, what the hell…
“Come, mate with me, my love, and I will give you joy unlike any you have ever known.”
He’d only been whispering those