Any thread of reality was shattered when he sealed his mouth over hers. Who the hell cared if he was an alien? He could kiss like nobody’s business.
Deep down in the truth of it all, she had let him seduce her. She could have fought harder and made him keep his distance, but she really didn’t want to.
She was lonely and afraid and he had been the nicest thing she’d come across, since her abduction.
His smoldering gaze told of a man or alien who really did want her.
As his mouth plundered hers in a deep, passionate kiss, his hands were busy pushing up the top of her t-shirt. His hot, rough, callused hands explored her heated skin.
It felt so good. He broke the kiss for only a moment. Kat sucked in a lungful of air, as he whipped her top over her head, discarding it along the bunk on which they sat. He captured her wrists, tugging them behind her and shackling them in one strong hand, keeping her immobile. A thrill ran through her at the thought of being held down, unable to move.
Having her arms and his under her back made her chest thrust out, giving him full access to her large, DD-sized breasts. Her breasts had always been the only parts of her body her ex-husband liked.
“I’ve never seen such large chest mounds.”
She blinked in confusion. Mounds?
Breathlessly she asked, “Your women don’t have breasts?”
He gave her a wicked smile. “No, although they have a defined chest, they are flat, much like our males; they do not have these lovely nubs. What purpose do they serve on your body?”
He ran his hand over her right breast, plumped the soft flesh before taking a nipple between his fingers, squeezing, making her moan in response.
“They fill with milk when our babies are born to feed them…”
“They suckle on the bud?” His heated golden gaze met hers.
Kat managed to nod.
“Hummm, I see the appeal they would have to human males. Our females’ bellies remain slightly swollen after birthing. They have a gland from the cord, which the babies are attached to inside the womb. It secretes nurturing fluid for six moon cycles. When does human infant suckling end?”
He shifted his hand to her other breast, pinched the other nipple. She moaned, arching her back.
“Aaah, from around a year to two years of age…” she managed.
“Do your males enjoy your mounds?”
“Yes,” she panted, as he rhythmically pinched her nipples. “Men are obsessed with women’s breasts, for their pleasure.”
Kat cried out when he lowered his head, taking the nipple he had been taunting into his mouth. His tongue swirled around the bud, tasting, exploring. He sucked down hard, making her pant and writhe, each pull having a direct connection to her clit.
He lifted his head to study her highly aroused form for a brief moment, before going down to torment her other breast.
He released her hands and pushed her back on the bunk, sucking, licking, nipping at her breasts. She hadn't even realized her hands were now threaded through the soft, short hair on his head.
Desperately, she tried to push her sex against his leg, wanting desperately to come. If only … if only he would...
As if answering her unspoken demand, one of his hands stroked her through the material of her black pants. It was all she needed. Her body stiffened for a brief second, before the climax ripped through her. Kat cried out in ecstasy.
"Amazing..." He continued to stroke her, riding her through the peak, slowly bringing her down.
Her body became a limp mass of jelly under his touch.
“Never have I come across such a responsive female.” His tone was deep and husky with need. Opening her eyes, she gazed up into his darkened, gold depths. His hands and powerful body shook with need.
Before she could ask if he would finish what he started, the door slid open. A second of the four brothers strode in. His gaze fell on them half lying on the bunk.
"Damn the Ice Plains, why am I always the last to hear things? Why did no one tell me Gol bought a female at the markets?"
Chapter Four
Kat gasped at the intrusion, scrambling to grip the silken, red sheets off the bunk she lay on, covering her upper body.
"You damn well know why. You’re the youngest."
"Still, I would like to know something first for a change," the spitting image of Ric grumbled.
Ric turned away from her, moving off the bunk, rising to his feet and facing his younger brother.
"I tell you, Gol has found something special. You wouldn't believe how sensitive and responsive she is," Ric boasted.
"He left you to find this out? Why hasn't he mounted her yet?" The quad moved around the bunk to peer down at her.
"The little pet is frightened and confused. She was badly treated by the Jorval trader."