“I’ve wanted you for so long, Jay.”
Chapter Seven
Though self-restraint was not his best quality, for Jayla’s sake he needed to rein himself in, for he was so hungry for her—so damn hard already he could feel his erect cock ache painfully. Damon kissed her with slow heated passion, his tongue exploring, his arms holding her close. Kartel watched them, but he didn’t mind that. He was a healthy adult S-species male so he’d shared women before and there was arousal in watching as well. Between them, he knew they’d pleasure Jayla and initiate her into the joys of sexual play.
At first she was shocked and while not exactly resistant, he could sense her tension. Breaking the kiss, he whispered in her ear, “It’s all right, Jay. As long as you want me half as much as I want you.” He lifted his head and grinned ruefully, knowing she could feel the rigid length of his arousal between them. “Make that a quarter as much.”
Her beautiful emerald eyes were wide, those soft tempting lips parted, her smooth cheeks flushed. She didn’t even need to answer whether or not his need was reciprocated, because she wore a flowing silken gown and, beneath it, her nipples were visibly erect through the thin material. She glanced at Kartel, then swiftly back at Damon. “The two of you discussed this. Discussed me .”
It wasn’t a question as much as a statement. “Yes,” he admitted. “Of course you were a topic of conversation, Jay. By the stars, I think about you all the time.”
She stepped back and her hands went to her slim hips. “You can’t decide to share me. Males can be the most irritating, high-handed, egotistical—”
“You can say no to either of us whenever you wish,” Kartel interrupted in a smooth, amused tone. “I think you know we would never force you to do anything if you weren’t interested in doing it. Keep in mind, though, Princess, the majority of females not only have two or more lovers, but they also enjoy the variety.”
Damon knew he owed Kartel a great deal, not just for his freedom and the opportunity to be on the Ruling Council, but more importantly, a chance to be part of Jayla’s life still. The sex was important, yes, to any male it would be, but more than that was their lifelong friendship and true affection for each other. He had a feeling Kartel was not the kind of leader who gave away anything for free, so his debt would be paid with hard work and dedication to their mutual cause, and Damon didn’t shy away from the challenge, he relished it. But at the moment, winning Jayla over to their new relationship was the most important battle ahead.
“I’ve always imagined you naked,” he told her, his voice husky with need, his gaze raking her body with a heated, slow perusal. “Let me undress you.”
“No.”
He froze in the act of reaching for her. It had never occurred to him she’d refuse him, mostly because he knew her so well. Jayla shook back her shining hair and looked him in the eye, and then at Kartel. Facing them, she kicked off her slippers one by one with deliberate coquettish intent. “I’ll do it myself.”
After all, she had been born and bred a princess of Anasta, so he wasn’t surprised she wished to control what happened next, but still relief washed over him. Damon was just glad her decision was the one he wanted so desperately.
“By all means.” He grinned and took a seat, settling into it, trying to ignore his prominent, throbbing erection. One arm draped over the back of the chair, he gazed at her steadily. “Show me.”
Slowly she reached up and unhooked the jeweled clip at her shoulder. Then she eased the material downward, exposing one perfect, pink-tipped breast. The very one he’d touched. His testicles tightened.
Then, just to torture him, she turned around and unfastened the other clip. The gown slid downward, the graceful curve of her spine and flawless purity of her back revealed bit by bit, and Damon groaned out
Chapter Seven
Though self-restraint was not his best quality, for Jayla’s sake he needed to rein himself in, for he was so hungry for her—so damn hard already he could feel his erect cock ache painfully. Damon kissed her with slow heated passion, his tongue exploring, his arms holding her close. Kartel watched them, but he didn’t mind that. He was a healthy adult S-species male so he’d shared women before and there was arousal in watching as well. Between them, he knew they’d pleasure Jayla and initiate her into the joys of sexual play.
At first she was shocked and while not exactly resistant, he could sense her tension. Breaking the kiss, he whispered in her ear, “It’s all right, Jay. As long as you want me half as much as I want you.” He lifted his head and grinned ruefully, knowing she could feel the rigid length of his arousal between them. “Make that a quarter as much.”
Her beautiful emerald eyes were wide, those soft tempting lips parted, her smooth cheeks flushed. She didn’t even need to answer whether or not his need was reciprocated, because she wore a flowing silken gown and, beneath it, her nipples were visibly erect through the thin material. She glanced at Kartel, then swiftly back at Damon. “The two of you discussed this. Discussed me .”
It wasn’t a question as much as a statement. “Yes,” he admitted. “Of course you were a topic of conversation, Jay. By the stars, I think about you all the time.”
She stepped back and her hands went to her slim hips. “You can’t decide to share me. Males can be the most irritating, high-handed, egotistical—”
“You can say no to either of us whenever you wish,” Kartel interrupted in a smooth, amused tone. “I think you know we would never force you to do anything if you weren’t interested in doing it. Keep in mind, though, Princess, the majority of females not only have two or more lovers, but they also enjoy the variety.”
Damon knew he owed Kartel a great deal, not just for his freedom and the opportunity to be on the Ruling Council, but more importantly, a chance to be part of Jayla’s life still. The sex was important, yes, to any male it would be, but more than that was their lifelong friendship and true affection for each other. He had a feeling Kartel was not the kind of leader who gave away anything for free, so his debt would be paid with hard work and dedication to their mutual cause, and Damon didn’t shy away from the challenge, he relished it. But at the moment, winning Jayla over to their new relationship was the most important battle ahead.
“I’ve always imagined you naked,” he told her, his voice husky with need, his gaze raking her body with a heated, slow perusal. “Let me undress you.”
“No.”
He froze in the act of reaching for her. It had never occurred to him she’d refuse him, mostly because he knew her so well. Jayla shook back her shining hair and looked him in the eye, and then at Kartel. Facing them, she kicked off her slippers one by one with deliberate coquettish intent. “I’ll do it myself.”
After all, she had been born and bred a princess of Anasta, so he wasn’t surprised she wished to control what happened next, but still relief washed over him. Damon was just glad her decision was the one he wanted so desperately.
“By all means.” He grinned and took a seat, settling into it, trying to ignore his prominent, throbbing erection. One arm draped over the back of the chair, he gazed at her steadily. “Show me.”
Slowly she reached up and unhooked the jeweled clip at her shoulder. Then she eased the material downward, exposing one perfect, pink-tipped breast. The very one he’d touched. His testicles tightened.
Then, just to torture him, she turned around and unfastened the other clip. The gown slid downward, the graceful curve of her spine and flawless purity of her back revealed bit by bit, and Damon groaned out
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