Captive - Cheryl Brooks Page 0,54

a gleaming fang. “I believe Velkma gave us this room for a reason, and I seriously doubt anyone will come barging in here to announce breakfast. They’ve probably been given strict orders to leave us alone until we get up and open the door ourselves.”

No doubt he was right, but still, she hesitated. “You aren’t playing mind games with me, are you?”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” His voice was soft and deep and undeniably sincere. “I’m sorry I was so angry with you. I just never thought of myself as a criminal before. Although I was acting like an idiot in that bar.” He was so close, she could almost feel the vibrations of his purr passing through the breath of air that hung between them. “I’m over that now, too.”

She licked her lips, unsure whether to bite him or kiss him. “What do you want from me?”

“You already know what I want, Klara. The question is, what do you want?”

Only a few days ago, the list would’ve been quite long indeed. At the moment, however, she couldn’t recall a single item.

“You,” she replied. “I want you.”

“That’s exactly what I wanted to hear,” Moe said. Not that she truly needed to say it. Her scent spoke for her—her delightful, stimulating, fabulously sexy scent. Even so, it paid to be sure. Basing actions on the heady aroma of a woman’s desire had landed men in deep shit before. A positive physiological response wasn’t a green light by any means. He cleared his throat, which felt strangely constricted. “How much of me do you want?”

Her heavy-lidded eyes beckoned him with the power of a thousand magnets. “All of you.” Those same magnetic eyes skimmed the length of his body and back again. “Except whatever you might be wearing.”

“You like your men naked, huh?”

“Oh, yeah.” Her purring whisper made his already engorged cock surge against his trousers.

Moe had already been regretting his choice of sleepwear, which was essentially his daywear minus his boots. “Might take me a minute, but I think I can manage nudity.”

Once he sat up, disrobing took less than twenty seconds.

“Much better,” she said as he lay back down beside her. “Although watching you do that was…exciting. I’d like to see you do it more slowly sometime.”

Moe wasn’t sure he could’ve done it any slower, but this was one wish with which he would definitely try to comply. “Maybe next time.”

“Mmm…” She leaned closer.

A sudden stab of anxiety struck, and he held up a hand to stop her. “This isn’t just because I’m the only Zetithian you’ve ever met, is it?”

“Does it matter?”

“Well, kind of.”

“Does that mean you want to put this off until I meet some of your brothers?”

“Um… No. That won’t be necessary.” Especially if he didn’t want to have to fight Curly for her. Not that fighting over women was a habit among Zetithians, but you never knew with hybrids. To be on the safe side, he wanted to be fully mated to Klara and expecting their first litter before Curly came within a hundred light years of her. “The gods put us together for a reason,” he said with more conviction than he actually felt. “We shouldn’t question their motives.”

“Hey, you’re the one doing the questioning, not me.” She slid her palm over his shoulder and down his side. Heat flowed outward from her touch in every conceivable direction. “I just told you to get naked. Seems pretty straightforward to me.”

“Gotcha. Mind getting naked yourself?”

“I thought you’d never ask.” Unlike his quick skimming off of his clothing, she eased out of her undershirt with excruciating slowness, first exposing her belly, then the underside of one lovely breast, then the other. He stopped breathing when her nipples peeked out from under the thin fabric. When she moved on to her panties, he could’ve sworn his heart had stopped as well.

Given that her gaze was riveted to his own, she obviously had no trouble seeing his eyes were about to pop out of his head. “Breathe, Moe. I’d much rather you lived through this.”

“I’m okay,” he insisted, although his rasping voice didn’t exactly provide undeniable proof.

With her body now bare to his gaze, she reached out a hand to stroke his cock. “Been looking forward to this for a while now.”

“And how long would that be?”

“Ever since”—she hesitated—“night before last.” She shook her head. “Seems like more time has passed than that.”

“A lot has happened in the past few days. Makes it seem like months.” And if you don’t