now, after the awful encounter with Aunt Zeelah and Uncle Grennly on Tranq Prime. But she couldn’t go back to the Mother Ship with them in the state they were in now—so long and sharp and prominent and noticeable. It would be like a male walking around with an erection all day, right out in plain sight. It just wasn’t feasible.
If this Qi, whoever or whatever he was, could help her, Kara would be forever grateful.
But then I’ll have to go home and never see Raak again, she thought and felt a sharp dart of sadness pierce her. He won’t want to hang around the Mother Ship where everyone disapproves of him except me—not when there’s no way we can ever be together. Well, not permanently, anyway.
The memory of exactly how they had recently been together made her blush and squirm in her seat. Goddess, she’d never let a male touch her the way Raak had—and he had been so good at it. The few fumbling encounters she’d had with her last boyfriend—Jason, the human who had dumped her for biting him—had been nothing like that.
Raak had touched her with authority, as though he knew exactly how to make her body respond. And it certainly had, Kara thought, remembering how hard he’d made her come. Not to mention the hot, dirty way he’d talked to her while he touched her and sucked her nipples…
Just thinking of that made her nipples feel tight and her pussy feel wet all over again. Her fangs were throbbing too, as if they wanted to sink into his neck again…
No, stop it! Kara told herself firmly. You have to stop thinking like that—it only makes your fangs worse when you’re constantly horny for Raak.
But she could hardly help herself. Just the memory of the way he had touched her and made her come was enough to make her want it again and again…and again.
“I said, we’re about ready to land. Hey, you listening, baby girl?”
His deep voice snapped her out of her guilty fantasy and Kara looked up at him quickly, realizing she’d missed part of what he had been saying.
“Uh, sorry. I was, um, thinking,” she murmured, feeling her cheeks get hot with a blush.
“Thinking, huh?” Raak’s nostrils flared and he inhaled, clearly taking in her scent. “I bet I can guess what you were thinking, sweetheart.” He raised an eyebrow at her. “You need to bite me again before we go down there?”
“Oh, um…no. No, I’ll be okay,” Kara said quickly, though honestly, she wanted to take him up on his offer. But she was afraid that if she bit him and let him touch her again they might go further—might go too far.
She couldn’t help remembering the way he’d sucked her juices off his fingers and declared how delicious they were. It would be a short step from that to letting him get between her thighs and lap her pussy. And an even shorter step to letting him change the color of her eyes.
No, she had to be careful, Kara told herself. Had to keep herself in control. So she shook her head more firmly and repeated, “I’m fine. Let’s get ready to go. But, uh, I can’t go looking like this, right? I mean, what am I going to wear?”
She looked down at herself. She was still wearing his silver uniform shirt and nothing else, since she didn’t trust the royal blue tharp, which was hanging up on a rack and drying out in the fresher. She knew it was a living creature which would die without contact from her but she had decided to wait a while before she went near it again.
She had considered getting rid of it completely but then it occurred to her that the tharp had been trying, in its own way, to resuscitate her when it seemed like she might be dying or frozen to death. The thought had kept her from pitching the royal blue fabric creature but it was still on what Kara thought of as a “time out.” She was going to wait a while before she touched it again—or let it touch her. It needed to learn a lesson about not molesting her when she was helpless!
“Believe it or not, you’re dressed just right for Xephron Five,” Raak told her.
“Really?” Kara didn’t try to hide her surprise. “But how can that be?”
“You’ll see, baby girl.” he nodded mysteriously. “As soon as we dock and get out there, you’ll see.”
And he wouldn’t