thigh as his mouth finds my pussy.
Holy freaking moons, his tongue feels good. Better even than I remembered all those nights when I had nothing but my hand and my imagination. I watch him move over my pussy, plunging and circling, as his long tongue swirls into my tunnel.
“Yes, D’Rek. Oh moons, thank you…”
He stops as abruptly as he began.
“My Kel,” he says again, coldly wiping my essence from his mouth with the back of one heavily veined blue arm.
My body is screaming so loud about losing his mouth that it takes me a while to understand his meaning.
But eventually, ugly comprehension pushes through my thick lust fog.
Oh moons…he wants me to call him by his title. Moreover, he won’t bring me to orgasm or let me take care of my own self until I do.
I want to scream in frustration. I want to hit him in anger. But mostly I want him to fuck me.
I’m completely immobilized, save for my face, but desire continues to ripple through me, intense as an electrical current. My pussy pulses painfully with the need to clench, even though there’s nothing above it but air.
What the moons is wrong with me? My lust-ridden state defies comprehension. Especially under these circumstances.
That’s when my stomach drops out with a new realization. And though my mouth isn’t paralyzed, it takes me a few tries before I’m able to squeeze out the words. “You gave me something. Drugged me.”
If I was expecting a denial from D’Rek or even a look of contrition, I’m sorely disappointed.
He regards me just as coldly, as he answers, “The servants informed me that you ate the entire portion of ju’li berries.”
Remembering the golden berries I scarfed down, I curse. “Why would you do that? Why would you drug me?”
“I have spent a lot of the past month reading the few reports we had on the hu’mans, before I commissioned a new one,” D’Rek informs me. “We sent the ju’li berries with the first shipment of goods along with bushes for the hu’mans to plant. When we returned the next year, however, your leaders informed us those bushes had gone unplanted. Apparently, the ju’li berries had an adverse effect on the first few people who’d tried them. The hu’man leaders had been so overcome with lust, they’d ended up mating with not only their spouses but with each other, regardless of gender, for nearly half a day.”
His eyes scan my body, stopping at my pussy. I can’t see it. But I can feel the red-hot need dribbling out of me, and I can imagine what it looks like.
Yet his cold eyes still don’t heat with the usual passion as he finishes his crazy history lesson. “According to the report, your leaders never shared this story with their people. They simply burned the berries and their bushes and requested that they never be sent again. It was a curious reaction, one I see that was not overstated.”
“So now you’re experimenting on me?” I ask, my voice cracking with frustration and anger. “What the moons did I do to deserve this?”
He shakes his head at me. “It is not only about what you did, but also what I did not. I suspected from the start of our agreement that I was being too indulgent with you. I never made you call me by my proper title or behave in the ways expected of all Xalthurian females.”
“I’m not a Xalthurian female—” I start to remind him. But then I cry out, when another wave of berry-induced lust crashes over me.
It’s the strangest sensation to feel something so deeply, but not be able to move. I want to squirm and arc off the bed, but all I can do is bite down and squeeze my eyes shut. This is absolute torture and knowing this was his intention makes my blood boil.
“Fucking bastard,” I say when I can speak again. “Either fuck me or let me get myself off.”
“I am neither fatherless nor yours to command, Ki’Ra. The sooner you come to understand that. The sooner this will be over.”
“I don’t even understand why this is happening,” I all but yell back at him. “What the moons is wrong with you?”
“You! You are what is wrong with me!” he answers, his cold eyes suddenly flickering to life with heated rage.
“You have obsessed me since your first act of defiance. I should have dealt with you then. I should have snapped your neck. Or, even better, rutted you in front