“I don’t know.” His hand came up and slipped beneath her skirt, cupping her bare pubis. His thumb pressed against her clit as he stroked up into her folds. She leaned into his touch, wanting him to feel the excitement that pulsed lightly through her womb, but he withdrew and grinned up at her. “Say please.”
“Please.” She tried to slide her hand beneath the waist of his pants, but he caught both her wrists and held her in just one of his hands. She could feel him erect against her belly, but he would not let her touch him.
“Say, d’shorr,” he murmured. His eyes were sparkling and his smile, cruel.
“D’shorr,” she echoed obediently, and tried unsuccessfully to pull out of his grip.
With his free hand, Kane cupped her breast. He squeezed, just hard enough to send a shiver up her spine. “D’shorr, Kane,” he growled, tracing small circles over her nipple. “Tamya y sa d’shorr.”
She repeated as best she was able, stumbling over the alien words as she leaned into the rough caress. There was a throb deep inside her, light at first, but growing more insistent as Kane continued to taunt her with his careful touch.
Kane’s claws grazed lightly down the curve of her rubs, and then he slipped between her thighs again. He rubbed his palm back and forth over her aching pussy, grinding against her but fulfilling nothing. “D’shorr, Kane. D’shorr en chok-sa. Say it, Raven. Ask me nicely.”
She tried, tumbling brokenly from her mouth as she struggled to find release against his teasing hand. “D’shorr, Kane. D’shorr en…en…tamya.” She gasped as he finally parted her, stroking up deep and slow as she shivered and clenched around him. “Tamya!”
“That’s terrible.” His hand left her pussy. His fingers invaded her mouth. She reacted unthinkingly, sucking at the salt of her own oils, and struggling to free her wrists from his iron grip. She pushed against his rigid shaft, managing only to sink a greater heat deep into her womb. He bent his head and licked at her breast, tonguing her nipple and tugging carefully at the metal imbedded there. “I don’t think you mean it.”
“D’shorr…d’shorr…” She couldn’t remember the rest. Her hips were rocking, sliding along the restrained length of him and driving her further into frustration. She wanted him, for the first time, she really wanted him and he was playing with her. A half-sob escaped her, even as she shivered with desire. “Kane, please, don’t do this to me!”
Suddenly, she was spinning. He flung her down on the mattress, slamming her hands together over her head, and pressed down on her from above. “What have I told you?” he growled, his teeth against the thin hollow of her throat. He thrust his knee between her thighs, parting them without grace and without resistance, and rubbed hard at her in the rhythm of sex. “What have I told you about telling me don’t?”
“Please!” she cried, writhing beneath him. “You said you’d let me!”
“I never said that, Raven,” he told her, almost singing it. His tongue lashed up the side of her neck and plunged into her mouth in a parody of the mating he would not otherwise allow. His free hand moved over her breasts, pinching and caressing, and his knee pumped at her with deliberate slowness as he kissed her. Then he pulled out of reach, nipping once at her jaw, and grinned down at her savagely. “Ask me nicely, Raven.”
“Please!”
“Wrong.” He bent and closed his mouth over her nipple, the pleasure so immediate and exquisite that it hurt. He rolled the sensitive bud with his tongue, bit very lightly, and then pressed against her and sucked hard, bringing her just to the cusp of an explosive orgasm. He drew back, glancing down at his knee, still rocking against her. “You certainly seem to be enjoying this,” he observed, “but you still won’t ask me nicely. I think I’m done here.”
“D’shorr, Kane!” She was almost screaming it, her hips thrusting up at his knee. “Tamya y…y…chok-sa d’shorr!”
He chuckled. “Close. But you’ll have to do better. Let’s have one more, and if you can get it right, I’ll give you something special. If you can’t…oh well.” He moved toward her mouth, then out of reach again as she strained up to meet him. “Your lesson, Raven,” he said sternly. His whole body stilled, his eyes grew sharp and hot. “Se ven garrug-ta,” he said, all playfulness gone. “Se garrug y sildurra Kane.”
What was she telling him? Breathless, aching with need, she couldn’t make herself care. But she could say the words.
He closed his eyes to hear them, his face at once stony and tense with some violent, hidden emotion. When he opened his eyes again, they burned. “Very good,” he said quietly, and got up.
“No!” She surged forward, clutching at his arm. “You promised!”
Kane stepped away from the bed, but not out of her grip. “Show me,” he said. He unfastened the front of his pants, still staring down at her with that strange, hot expression. “Show me, and tomorrow, when you’re sure your period is done, I’ll let you take whatever you want from me.”
Raven dropped to her knees, reaching for him in a fever of lust. Her loins were throbbing, but it never occurred to her to satisfy her own need. She had eyes only for what he offered, and she was shaking with the unthinking need to please him. “Se ven garrug-ta,” she said, and took him into her mouth, worshiping him with ardent hunger.
His hand rose and rested on her head. “Sur Raven,” he murmured.
Gratitude bloomed in her, as fierce and all-consuming as orgasm. She lathed him in a storm of passion, licking up and down his cock, her fingers digging into his buttocks. When he began to rock against her, it was a reward that filled her whole body with warmth. She took him as deep as she could, swallowing rapidly along his shaft, and then pulled back to tongue his glans and milk him in her fist. “Se ven garrug-ta,” she moaned, again and again, devouring him between each recital. “Se ven garrug-ta. Please cum in me, Kane. Please! Se ven garrug-ta! Cum!”
His breath coarsened, the muscles of his stomach jumped and tightened, and his hand on her head clenched. “Say it!” he growled, thrusting harder.
“Se ven garrug-ta!” She swallowed him desperately, grinding towards him as he thrust into her. She welcomed the pain in her jaw, the dull ache at the back of her throat. She could not keep her hands still on his body, and at every opportunity, she pulled back to kiss and squeeze his throbbing cock and say it again. “Se ven garrug-ta!”
He threw back his head and howled, spasming in her hand, and Raven took him in with a cry of delight. She felt him splash into her mouth and she swallowed eagerly, drinking the heat that poured from his core and burning in the grip of a fierce, possessive joy. When she had taken everything, she bent around his leg, tracing kisses down his thigh to rest her head on his foot.
Kane leaned against the wall, breathing hard, staring down at her. “You’re mine!” he said, almost snarling. “Mine!”
“Yes.” She hugged his leg, her eyes closed and her face pressed against his lethal talons. “You’ll let me have you tomorrow. You promised, Kane.”
“That’s right.”
“I missed you.”
His hand came down to comb once through her hair. “I…missed you, too.” He spoke haltingly, a man unused to making such admissions, and followed up by pushing her away. “Back to your work,” he said, fastening himself into his clothes again.