strain.
Whimpering, she wrapped one hand in the long, silky strands of his hair and slid the other between their bodies, finding her clit and circling it with urgent fingers. He moaned against her breast and lifted her torso away from him.
“Sit up,” he growled. “Sit back where I can see you. I want to watch you touch yourself while you come.”
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“Then don’t blink.” She threw her head back and worked her fingers faster even as she slammed her hips against his at a frantic pace. Three strong thrusts and the scrape of her fingernail against her swollen flesh, and she was done. She came on a long, quivering moan, her pussy clenched tight around him, milking his cock with strong, rippling pulls until he joined her in the shattering pleasure. Wanting to see his face while he came, she forced her eyes to open and watched as his jaw clenched and his eyes narrowed and his mouth twisted into a fierce expression. Then his eyes flew open as well and their gazes locked, green to brown, while he poured himself into her.
That’s when she noticed the glow.
At first she tried to blink it away, but the glow remained, a bright, golden aura that radiated from him like a halo. It made her eyes widen and her jaw drop, but when she tried to withdraw the hand that had been wrapped in his long hair, the strands shifted and exposed a graceful and decidedly pointed ear.
“Oh, shit,” she whispered. “What the hell are you?”
Chapter Six
He stiffened as if she’d just scalded him. “What do you mean, what am I? What do I look like?”
“If I knew that, would I be asking?” Her voice sounded slightly hysterical, even to her, but damn it, she’d never fucked a man with pointy ears and glowing skin before. “But you sure as hell aren’t human.”
“Shit. You can see the real me, can’t you?” He didn’t wait for an answer, just swore again and pushed himself into a sitting position. “I can’t believe it. Of all the women in all the worlds, it had to be a frickin’
human.”
Corinne didn’t stop to ask him what the hell he was talking about. She was too busy being shocked by what she’d just discovered. Please, oh please, oh please do not tell me I just fucked some kind of monster.
As mantras went, it wasn’t terribly PC, but then, she didn’t terribly much care.
She felt him tense beneath her, which reminded her she was still on top of him, still filled with him, and she scrambled to separate herself. She only managed to get as far as her knees before his hands shot out and caught her, tumbling her back onto the sofa. He pinned her there with his body, stretched above her like before, only this time, he didn’t look all drowsy and sated. He looked angry. And dangerous.
“Well, that’s one way to kill the mood,” he growled, catching her flailing hands by the wrists and pinning them down beside her head. “Did anyone ever tell you that you can be kind of a bigot?” Corinne jerked at her hands, which was kind of like jerking against iron manacles, and scowled up at Page 26
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him. “‘Bigot’ is a religious term, you jerk, so unless you’re some sort of foreign god or something—” She froze and practically felt herself turn green. “Oh, shit. You’re not some sort of god are you?” He snorted. “If I were, you’d think I’d have a better way of dealing with your little tantrum than just pinning you down and trying to reason my way through your thick skull, wouldn’t you?” She indulged in a single sigh of relief before she went right back to trying to squirm her way free. “I have an idea for you. How about you forget trying to deal with my ‘little tantrum,’ and get your sorry, no good, lying ass off of me !”
She managed to free one hand just long enough to whack him squarely across the jaw. It wasn’t a little girly
Whimpering, she wrapped one hand in the long, silky strands of his hair and slid the other between their bodies, finding her clit and circling it with urgent fingers. He moaned against her breast and lifted her torso away from him.
“Sit up,” he growled. “Sit back where I can see you. I want to watch you touch yourself while you come.”
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“Then don’t blink.” She threw her head back and worked her fingers faster even as she slammed her hips against his at a frantic pace. Three strong thrusts and the scrape of her fingernail against her swollen flesh, and she was done. She came on a long, quivering moan, her pussy clenched tight around him, milking his cock with strong, rippling pulls until he joined her in the shattering pleasure. Wanting to see his face while he came, she forced her eyes to open and watched as his jaw clenched and his eyes narrowed and his mouth twisted into a fierce expression. Then his eyes flew open as well and their gazes locked, green to brown, while he poured himself into her.
That’s when she noticed the glow.
At first she tried to blink it away, but the glow remained, a bright, golden aura that radiated from him like a halo. It made her eyes widen and her jaw drop, but when she tried to withdraw the hand that had been wrapped in his long hair, the strands shifted and exposed a graceful and decidedly pointed ear.
“Oh, shit,” she whispered. “What the hell are you?”
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He stiffened as if she’d just scalded him. “What do you mean, what am I? What do I look like?”
“If I knew that, would I be asking?” Her voice sounded slightly hysterical, even to her, but damn it, she’d never fucked a man with pointy ears and glowing skin before. “But you sure as hell aren’t human.”
“Shit. You can see the real me, can’t you?” He didn’t wait for an answer, just swore again and pushed himself into a sitting position. “I can’t believe it. Of all the women in all the worlds, it had to be a frickin’
human.”
Corinne didn’t stop to ask him what the hell he was talking about. She was too busy being shocked by what she’d just discovered. Please, oh please, oh please do not tell me I just fucked some kind of monster.
As mantras went, it wasn’t terribly PC, but then, she didn’t terribly much care.
She felt him tense beneath her, which reminded her she was still on top of him, still filled with him, and she scrambled to separate herself. She only managed to get as far as her knees before his hands shot out and caught her, tumbling her back onto the sofa. He pinned her there with his body, stretched above her like before, only this time, he didn’t look all drowsy and sated. He looked angry. And dangerous.
“Well, that’s one way to kill the mood,” he growled, catching her flailing hands by the wrists and pinning them down beside her head. “Did anyone ever tell you that you can be kind of a bigot?” Corinne jerked at her hands, which was kind of like jerking against iron manacles, and scowled up at Page 26
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him. “‘Bigot’ is a religious term, you jerk, so unless you’re some sort of foreign god or something—” She froze and practically felt herself turn green. “Oh, shit. You’re not some sort of god are you?” He snorted. “If I were, you’d think I’d have a better way of dealing with your little tantrum than just pinning you down and trying to reason my way through your thick skull, wouldn’t you?” She indulged in a single sigh of relief before she went right back to trying to squirm her way free. “I have an idea for you. How about you forget trying to deal with my ‘little tantrum,’ and get your sorry, no good, lying ass off of me !”
She managed to free one hand just long enough to whack him squarely across the jaw. It wasn’t a little girly
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