Gravity (Dark Anomaly #1) - Marina Simcoe Page 0,19

remove his hand from her throat, he reached with his tail. Wrapping it around her leg, he stroked the inside of her thigh with the tip.

She made a slight gasp at the caress of the fur of his tail.

He slid his hand lower, down her stomach and under the waistband of the short underpants she was wearing.

Several disgruntled growls came from the room, reminding him she had to be completely naked. He tugged her shorts down, past her hips and she wiggled her legs to make the underwear slide down to her ankles.

He discovered she had fur between her legs. Short and springy, it differed from the long, silky hair on her head. He parted it with his fingers, finding by touch the small nub he had read would bring an orgasm to a themul female if stimulated. He hoped it would cause a pleasurable sensation in Svetlana, too.

He circled it with his finger, applying a little pressure while stroking her inner thigh with his tail.

Her breathing deepened, and she bent forward slightly, prompting him to finally remove his hand from her neck. Instead, he wrapped his arm around her chest, cupping one of her breasts as he continued to rub between her legs with his other hand.

She grabbed his hand on her breast, lacing her fingers with his. Her body relaxed into his arms, a small shiver running through her in response to his touch.

He blinked, amazed and thrilled by the reactions he was causing in her. It felt like a dance where he led, and she followed. The harmony that the two of them hadn’t been able to achieve through conversation was suddenly happening wordlessly.

Tossing her head back on his shoulder, she whimpered softly.

He caught a glimpse of a new expression on her face. It conveyed both pleasure and ache. The same sweet torture he was experiencing that very moment as her backside pressed against his straining erection.

Then, he sensed her body tense. She circled his wrist with her fingers and yanked at his arm, shifting his hand away from the spot between her legs.

Whatever he had just ignited inside her, she forced it down, unwilling to let go.

“Pretend, if you must,” he whispered.

She drew in some air then released a moan. Strong and loud, it was immediately echoed with grunts and groans from the males who rubbed, stroked, and fondled themselves.

She continued to thrash in his arms, making sounds that he now knew were fake.

A moment later, she stilled. Her eyes still closed, she appeared to be listening to the room, hugging his arms to her.

He glanced around the mess hall quickly, noting the slumped positions of the males. Most appeared satisfied. The rest were catching up. Crux reclined in a chair by the table, a limp cock draped over each of his thighs. A greenish puddle glistened on the floor between his feet.

“Are we done?” Svetlana asked in a hoarse whisper, letting go of his arms.

“Yes.” Vrateus bent over quickly, picking up her dress. She grabbed it from him, wrapping it around herself, then snatched her underpants and her breast harness off the floor.

He spotted Wyck at the entrance. Lesh was nowhere around. The errock must have chained the animal somewhere to leave both his hands free for the event. Wyck’s pants were on, however, with no green puddles around. The bulge in his pants seemed bigger than ever.

Vrateus couldn’t concern himself with everyone’s satisfaction. They all had their chance. If Wyck preferred to pleasure himself in the privacy of his own bed later, it was his choice.

He caught Wyck’s eye, tipping his chin toward the exit. It was time to get out of here, and he needed at least someone from his guard for protection on the way back to Svetlana’s room.

Wyck nodded, joining them. Vrateus wrapped his arm around Svetlana’s shoulders, leading her out of the mess hall.

Chapter 7

MY KNEES SHOOK AND my hands trembled as I walked down the corridor back to my glass room. Then the whole-body shudders started, and I was grateful for the firm grip of Vrateus’s arm around me.

I should not have opened my eyes until he had led me out of that hall. The sight of the sweaty males of various species now had been burnt into my brain. Glistening chests. Arm muscles straining as they stroked and jerked themselves off. Shoulders moving, as hands pumped... Their mouths agape, fangs bared, hungry stares on me.

Even with my eyes closed, I had not escaped their grunts and groans, the