Obsidian(46)

“Why do you insist on doggy style?”

“What does that mean? Is it an insult to my heritage?”

“No! Mounting from behind is called that term.”

“Taking a female bent over in front of a male is how it is done.”

Her eyes widened. He glanced away from her to glare at the bed. He could put her in the center of it and brace her under him by caging her with his legs and arms. One arm around her waist would help support her to keep her from falling forward. His dick jerked with the promise of doing just that.

“Um, Obsidian?”

“Yes?” He glanced back at her.

“Have you only had sex in that position?”

“No. I just shared sex with you facing me. You refused to release me or I would have taken you the right way.”

Alli paled slightly and she leaned against him when she swayed a little on her feet. Alarm shot through him. Had he harmed her? His arm hooked tighter around her middle again to make certain she didn’t fall. Perhaps sharing sex with him once had worn her out. She looked a little pale and he was pretty certain her legs wobbled.

Weak humans. Anger surged. She was too frail to take him. He should have known better but his talk with Moon had given him hope she could handle a Species male.





Chapter Ten



Alli swayed a bit from the shock of his statement. “Are you saying you only mounted other women from behind? On your knees? Always?”

Obsidian tilted his head. “I only had a mate. I took her that way. It is how it is done.”

“Oh shit,” she gasped, taken aback. He had to be over thirty years old by her calculations and clues from his body. Species were harder to estimate but she was sure she was in the correct age range.

“What is wrong? Do you need rest?”

“You never experimented during sex? Did other things with her in different positions?”

“I used my mouth on her to get her interested in sharing sex. She enjoyed my tasting her.”

He suddenly shifted his stance and lifted her off the floor into the cradle of his arms. She didn’t know why he spread her out over the mattress until he tucked the covers around her body.

“I will give you time to recover.”

Her hand snagged his. “We need to talk.” She struggled to sit and tugged him closer. He perched grudgingly on the edge of the mattress.

“Rest for a short time. I want you again soon.”

He glanced down at his cock and she followed his gaze. He remained hard. An array of emotions passed through Alli as her thoughts raced to accept the personal details of his sexual history. It was limited at best and she felt guiltier. She took slow breaths to calm her dismay until she was ready to speak. Giving someone Obsidian’s size and age “the talk” wasn’t the easiest thing she’d ever contemplated.

“Not everyone has intercourse doggy style. Um, mounts women—females—only from behind. What we did, facing each other, is normal.”

His gaze narrowed.

“There are many positions during sex that are perfectly acceptable and encouraged.”

“What positions?”

“There are a lot of them.” Her mind blanked in the face of his grim expression. “Cowgirl. Reverse cowgirl. Sixty-nine.” Her cheeks warmed.

“Cowgirl? Who is sixty-nine?” His voice deepened. “My name is Obsidian.”

“It’s not a who but a what.”

He stood and jerked out of her hold. “I am going for a walk.” He stomped to the dresser, yanked open a drawer and swiftly put on sweatpants in jerky, furious motions.

The angry expression on his face left her mute. She’d managed to make him angry or perhaps he was experiencing regret over what had happened between them. Neither emotion alleviated her guilt.

“Obsidian?”

He paused by the door when his hand gripped the handle and his head snapped in her direction.

“We need to talk. Please come back here.”

“We don’t.” He yanked open the door and closed it loudly behind him.

Alli winced at the loud noise and shoved off the cover. Her body ached in a few places as she entered the bathroom to finish her shower. She needed to go home. It had been a huge mistake staying with Obsidian. He was confused at having been thrust into a new world. His mate had been murdered and he probably felt guilt at what had transpired between them.

“Damn it,” she muttered, blinking back tears. She’d had time to become a bit obsessed with Obsidian but she was just a distraction to him and a physical release for some of the frustration he had to be suffering.

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Obsidian glared at the new guard at the end of the hall. The male arched dark eyebrows as he stood from his chair. “May I help you? I am Jericho.”