Numbers

by Laurann Dohner

  He fought to regain his composure but it took a minute. He opened his eyes and realized he still had her wrists captured in his hands. He held her gaze, worried that she would be upset. She smiled at him instead, as if losing his composure and coming all over his thighs, stomach, her hands and on part of the shirt she wore was okay.

  “I’m sorry.”

  “For what?”

  He glanced down his body. He wasn’t surprised to see his semen everywhere. He’d felt it hit his skin. He looked up into her eyes. “I was really excited.”

  “I don’t understand why you’re apologizing.”

  “I should have said something before that happened, and covered the head of my dick with my hand so it didn’t go everywhere. I also swell a bit if you noticed the lump that formed near the base of my shaft after I came. It’s normal for a canine.”

  She twisted her hands and he released her wrists. She reached down, shocking him by running her fingertips through his semen, spreading it on his stomach. “This is a part of you.” She looked up. “Never apologize for that.”

  He placed his hand on top of hers, trapping it on his lower belly. He sat up, holding her gaze. “You’re not unsettled by what happened?”

  “No. I want to do it again and again. I love touching you and watching your body react to my touch. Your muscles tighten and you move in ways that makes me ache. I like to see that expression on your face. It’s almost like pain, but not. You’re sexy, my pup.”

  He released her hand and twisted toward her. “You ache?”

  She nodded. “Yes.”

  “Show me where.”

  “You don’t like it when I take off my shirt, but you make me feel that way all over.”

  “Take it off.” He didn’t bother trying to soften his tone. Candi had heard him growl many times. She ached and he picked up the scent of arousal coming from her. He couldn’t mount her, but he wanted to make her feel good. His dick hardened again just thinking about how it would be to make her come. “Show me.”

  She eagerly wiggled out of the shirt. She moved to toss it away, but he snagged it as she released it and used it to wipe off her hands first, and then his belly, thighs and dick. He dropped it then and slid off the couch. Predatory instincts awakened inside him as he watched her lean back the way he’d been, and spread her legs open in front of him. He wanted to pounce on her, eat her alive, in all the good ways.

  Hero rose to his knees and grabbed her hips, putting her where he wanted her. He tugged her toward him and she complied. She scooted down until her ass was on the edge of the couch. It put her pussy close to his dick. She placed her toes against the coffee table, her calves at the sides of his hips. He let go of her and clutched one of the cushions from the couch. He slid his hand under her back and lifted, shoving the thick padding under her. It arched her back and she was spread out in front of him like some beautiful, sexy feast.

  He still saw no fear in her. Candi held his gaze and looked at him with anticipation. It sank in then. She’d accept anything he wanted to do to her because she trusted him. His hands trembled as he opened them and lightly placed them on the top of her thighs. She didn’t jerk away or tense. He pushed upward, gliding them over her skin and up to her stomach. He paused.

  “Are the pads on my skin too rough? You have such soft ones.”

  “I love your hands. They feel good. It almost tickles, but don’t stop.”

  Her nipples beaded when he slid his hands upward and massaged them. They were perfect, so soft, and he loved playing with them. Candi’s breathing increased and so did the scent of her arousal. He had to shove his ass back a bit since he glanced down at her spread pussy and realized his dick was in danger of coming into contact with it. He was hard as a rock again, as if she hadn’t just gotten him off.

  “That feels so good.” She arched her back and pushed her breasts against his hands. He gently squeezed, pinching her taut nipples between his forefingers and thumbs. Candi moaned and her legs parted farther. Her toes slipped off the coffee table and she hooked the back of his thighs with her heels.

  He wouldn’t enter her. He couldn’t risk hurting her by taking her too roughly in his excitement, or risk getting her pregnant. She looked too frail, and it enraged him that humans had made her so skinny. Mercile had killed plenty of Species, but not by starvation. He released her breasts and skimmed his hands lower. Her stomach muscles clenched under his palms and he looked up at her face. She watched him, her features flushed.

  He needed to go slowly so he resisted the urge to do what he wanted. It might shock her if he grabbed her ass, sat back on his heels and put his mouth against her pussy. He massaged her inner thighs instead, inching closer to her sex. He continued to look for any indication that he was frightening her. He’d stop if he was, but he saw nothing to discourage him.

  Hero grew bolder and brushed his thumb over her pussy. Her breathing increased, but she didn’t protest in any way. He was glad his nose hadn’t been wrong when he dragged his thumb over the proof of her arousal and eased that wetness up to her clit. He paused for a split second when her body tensed, but she didn’t try to jerk away. He tested how she withstood his touch by circling the little nub with the softest part of the tip of his thumb, which was just above the thicker layer of tough skin.

  Candi sucked in a sharp breath and her hands dug into the couch, getting a good grip on it. He cleared his throat so he was able to speak around the lump that had formed there. She liked it when he talked to her, so he did.

  “You’ll like this, Candi. It almost feels like pain, but don’t be afraid. Just try to relax and let me do this. It will be wonderful.”

  She nodded.

  He started to rub her clit again, circling it with his fingertip. Her eyes closed and she bit her lip. A soft moan came from her and the scent of her arousal grew stronger. He turned his hand a little so the length of his thumb rested against the crease of her pussy. She grew wetter as he played with her.

  Blood rushed to his already-stiff dick but he ignored his discomfort. It was about his Candi, not his desire to be inside her. He slid his thumb off her clit and ran it through the honey silkiness of her arousal. He loved how wet she was. He coated his thumb and returned to her clit, bending it to slide up and down instead of in circles. Candi moaned louder and her fingers clawed at the couch.

  “I hurt,” she whimpered. Her calves squeezed against his hips as she tried to close her legs. He sat on his ass and leaned forward so his chest kept them spread. He used his upper arms to pin them open too.

  “It’s not pain. It’s strong pleasure. Trust me,” he urged.

  She arched her back and wiggled her hips, grinding her pussy against his hand. He stroked her faster and applied a little pressure. He didn’t want to draw it out for her. Not the first time. Her nipples were stiff, beaded, and her body rigid. He knew she was close. He twisted his wrist upward just enough to fit one finger between her sex and his thumb. He pressed his fingertip against the opening of her pussy and eased it inside.

  Fuck. He managed not to snarl that word, but it ripped through his mind. She was so wet and tight. Her pussy would be paradise to his dick. His balls felt like pins and needles were jabbing at them as he pushed that finger inside her deeper until he found the spot he wanted. He wiggled his thumb and finger in a rhythm that would bring her to climax as her vaginal muscles clamped tightly around him.

  Hero watched as she tossed her head, her body writhing on the couch, and her lips parted. She cried out loudly as she came all over his hand. She was gorgeous, and his. He refused to remove his finger, or move his thumb off her clit. He just held still, feeling her vaginal walls twitch in the aftermath as that fleshy bud softened. Her body turned slack as she panted. He suffered physically since he’d never felt so turned-on in his life, but he kept his urges in check. It was one of the toughest things he’d ever done, because he wanted to withdraw his finger and sink his dick into his Candi.

  Chapter Eight

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di had tried many times to imagine how it would feel if 927 touched her down there. He always knew how to make her feel good by stroking her hair or lightly scratching his nails on her back. That was nothing compared to what he’d just done to her. Her body felt wrung out, but amazing. She opened her eyes and smiled as she lifted her head to stare at him.

  His expression reminded her of when he wanted to kill someone. His fangs dug into his bottom lip and his features were tense. He breathed hard, as he had when enraged. The look in his eyes almost scared her, but not because she feared him. It was one she’d seen only once before. Sheer, absolute pain.

  “What’s wrong?” She sat up, causing him to withdraw his hand from her. She missed the loss of his finger inside her, touching her intimately. She kept her gaze locked with his and clutched his shoulders. He didn’t speak. “What’s wrong?” She massaged the rigid muscles. “Did I do something wrong.”

  He closed his eyes and tersely shook his head.

  She leaned closer and something jabbed at her. She looked down his body to find the source. His cock was harder than before and it looked painful. It was an angry red color. It moved as she watched, kind of jerked, twitching once, and then again. The tip was wet, as if he’d leaked a tiny bit.

  “Oh.” She looked up at his face, but he kept his eyes closed, just silently kneeling in front of her.

  She frantically looked for the lotion, but didn’t see it. She reached down and curled her fingers around his shaft. She rubbed, but quickly realized there was a big difference between having lotion on her hand and not. He made a low grunting noise and she stopped.

  Another quick visual search didn’t reveal where the lotion had gone. She looked down at where her legs were spread. Her entire sex felt warm and soaked. She wiggled closer to him and gripped his cock again. She dug her toes against the carpet and scooted until she almost slid off the couch. It put her right where she needed to be as she rubbed the thick tip of his cock against her pussy.

  He snarled and opened his eyes. His hands gripped her upper arms, and Candi gasped when she was shoved back. 927 came with her, bending over her as she landed against the cushion he’d placed behind her. His chest smashed against her breasts, trapping her arm between them. She still had a firm hold on his cock.

  “No.”

  “You’re in pain.”

  “Give me a minute. I’ll get it under control.” He shifted his arms, bracing some of his upper body weight on his elbows, but he didn’t release her shoulders, keeping her pinned.

  “You’re not going to hurt me. I want to know what it feels like to have you inside me.”

  He stared at her with that terrible, pained look. “That isn’t helping.”

  “You’re crushing my arm.”

  He arched his back to make a little room between their stomachs. It was enough for her to move it a little. Candi was tired of her pup being overprotective. He wanted her and she wanted him. She lifted her legs and hooked them around his hips, digging her heels against the back of his thighs to prevent him from jerking away without taking her with him. She gripped his cock tighter near the base of the shaft and wiggled her hips. Between her hold on him and her movement, it rubbed them together so the crown of his cock slid along her pussy.

  He snarled at her, even opening his mouth as if he planned to bite her. She wasn’t afraid.

  “Go ahead. Do it, my pup. It wouldn’t be the first time you snapped at me.”

  She rocked her hips and watched his face. His eyes closed as she used her pussy to rub against him instead of using lotion. It felt really good to her and she figured it was the same for him. He growled low and twisted his head.

  “Stop,” he rasped. “I’ll break.”

  She knew he wasn’t talking about the thick, hard body part that she kept hold of. She’d make him break his resolve not to mount her. It was something she could live with. She wanted him and he wanted her. Sometimes males were irrational and overprotective. She knew he wouldn’t hurt her, even if he didn’t.

  She rolled her hips and wiggled them until she had him right where she wanted him. His body, bent over hers, was as rigid as a statue. He wouldn’t move, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t. She aligned their bodies until the crown of his cock pressed against where his finger had been. She used her legs, locked around him, to pull her body closer to his since he left her with no choice.

  He felt huge and too thick. Her body resisted, but she was determined. A little more wiggling and rolling her hips and he eased inside her. Her pup snarled and his body grew more rigid, as if acting like a statue wasn’t enough. He was as hard as one. She bent her knees and lifted her legs higher on his waist. That worked. More of his cock entered her. She released his shaft, pulled her arm out from between them and wrapped it around his middle. She raked her fingernails over his spine.

  “Candi!”

  He sounded panicked and angry at the same time, and his grip on her upper arms was bruising. She ignored the slight pain and looked at his neck near her mouth. She licked her lips and lifted her head enough to reach him. She lightly bit him and his body jerked. She ran the tip of her tongue over the bite mark and a little lower to the curve of his shoulder. She bit him harder there, knowing it wouldn’t break the skin, but it would cause him to react. She knew her pup.

  He released her shoulder and reached down, grabbing her ass with one big palm. She moaned loudly when he came down heavily on top of her. He drove his hips forward and she loved the sensation as he filled her. He was inside her deep, his cock so hard and thick that it seemed as if they were actually one person. He eased his hold on her shoulder and slid his arm between her and the cushion, gripping her again, but from the back. He withdrew a little and thrust forward. She moaned louder. He stopped, just holding her tightly.

  “Yes,” she urged. “Don’t stop.” She dug her nails into his back and wrapped her other hand around the back of his neck. “Claim me.”

  He turned his head and buried his face in her hair, his cheek against hers. His hand on her ass found a better grasp, his upper arm pressing against her outer thigh to pin it against his side. He rocked his hips, moving inside her at a steady but unhurried pace. Candi closed her eyes and clung to him, letting him hear how good it was through her moans and soft cries.

  Being mounted by her male brought her ecstasy that increased with the speed of his cock driving inside her, rubbing against her clit, adding to the sensations that threatened to overwhelm her. “Don’t stop,” she panted. She knew her pup. He’d worry about hurting her. “So good.”

  He snarled and she knew he stopped holding back. He fucked her harder, the couch making creaking noises as if it were going to break. She didn’t care if it did. She clung to her male until the pleasure hurt and it exploded, shattering her. She cried out his name as her body seized.

  She was barely aware of him shoving his hand hard against her ass, but she hated the loss of him as he pulled all the way out of her. He kept hold of her though, pinned under him on the couch. He’d just withdrawn his cock. At the same time, he made a sound she’d never heard from him. It was almost a whimpered snarl.

  His hold on her shoulder eased until it was no longer a death grip and the hand on her ass lightly massaged. It took time for both of them to recover, and he lifted his head when he did. Candi opened her eyes and stared into his. She expected him to be angry. He liked to snarl and lecture her when she did something that made him angry.

  “You are soooooooo bad.” He looked amused.

  She grinned, remembering the past. “I am.”

  “You know what I have to do when you’re bad.”

  “No!”

  He eased his arm from beneath, but kept hold of her ass. He straightened up a little, dug his fingers into her ribs and tickled her. Candi squealed, laughing as she tried to evade him. His mood sobered and he stopped.

  “Did I hurt you at all? Are you sore?” He leaned back, staring at her lower half. “You’re so small down there.”

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nbsp; “You’re just too big.” She wanted to reassure him. “You didn’t hurt me, my pup. I knew you wouldn’t. I enjoyed you mounting me so much. I want to do it all the time.”

  His slid his hand between them and touched her pussy, but didn’t play with her. He just rubbed one hand there while looking at it. He relaxed.

  “What are you doing?”

  “I don’t smell blood, but I wanted to make certain.”

  “Look at me.”

  “What?” He held her gaze.

  “Stop worrying so much about me. I’m not fragile.”

  He twisted his body and reached for something on the floor. He used her discarded shirt to clean them up. He dropped it and held out his hands. “Come with me.”

  She grasped his hands and he pulled her to her feet. He kept hold of one and led her into his bedroom, through it, and into his bathroom. She thought he intended to take that shower he’d mentioned, but he stopped in front of the mirror and turned her to face it so he stood behind her.

  “See what I see,” he rasped.

  She really looked at them both. He was wider and taller than she was. Her pale skin seemed stark compared to his golden tan. It wasn’t her fault since they hadn’t allowed her out in the sunshine at the asylum. Her body was too thin, caused by all the drugs they’d forced her to take and the few meals she’d been given. She had to admit she looked weak and small compared to him. Her body looked like a shrunken version of the sixteen-year-old she’d been when they’d taken her from Mercile.

  Hero released her hand and wrapped his arms around her, bending down a little to put their faces closer together. Their gazes met in the mirror. “I’m going to worry until you’re healthier and stronger. I’ll worry even then because you’re so important to me. Your inner strength and will is amazing. It’s just contained in a frail body right now. Can you see that?”

  Tears filled her eyes. “Yes.”

  He turned her away from the mirror. “Don’t cry, Candi. That wasn’t my intention. You will get healthy and stronger, but be tolerant of my fears. Can you do that?”