and she licked and sucked at his hard nipples. He shuddered, thrusting so deeply into her she felt split in two. He roared her name, and she felt the spurt of his climax, felt its heat and joined it to soar for the third time beneath him.
With a jerk, their m’ittar broke apart. Gasping, their breaths racing, they held on to each other in the suddenly harsh light of Asler’s office. Her jaw dropped open in shock as the realization that they were both still clothed, her hands fisted into the soft material of his robes, hit her. She stared into the depths of his startled eyes. Neither could look away, and when she pressed herself back into his arms he welcomed her, wrapping his arms around her.
For the first time in her life, she clung to a man.
A sudden, odd noise interrupted their embrace with a quick start. She flushed with embarrassment and cursed her fair skin once again as she realized the source of the noise came from her own belly. Great. It’s embarrassing to be so obviously embarrassed, and now my stomach is protesting like I haven’t fed it in weeks. So much for a little real-life sex. I could use some more of that…comfort.
He grinned. “We have growling bellies too, the same as humans.” He let her go and walked to the desk. With no small amount of satisfaction she noted that he swayed slightly as he stepped away. After tapping a few keys, he turned back and took her hand. “You’ve just gone through a major healing. Your body needs to be cared for.” He stroked the pad of his thumb over the back of her hand. “Come with me.”
Asler watched the human woman take in the scene before them. Perhaps it wasn’t the best idea, exposing her to their cultural differences so quickly. A meal in his room might have been better.
Her eyes were open wide as she glanced around. Couples lay on low couches in various degrees of undress, enjoying their meals and each other in equal and obvious delight. Her tongue flicked out, and she wet her lips.
No, she wasn’t shocked and dismayed. She was shocked and aroused, he realized with a grin.
This was more than he’d hoped for. Her desire opened channels between them that allowed him greater access to her thoughts, her emotions and her memories. His smile faded. Discovering the truth about what happened was becoming more important all the time—a second attack meant greater risk to the Treaty, and to the human world, whether they knew it or not. Susan believed she had done the right thing but still felt guilty, and he would soon have to discover why.
“What the hell is this, a lunch orgy?” she asked, never taking her eyes off the scene before her.
“This is how we enjoy our meals. This is a sterali. The couch will mould to whatever shape you require and has attached tables that revolve around the seat, lowering or raising as you request. It’s quite comfortable.” He led her to the nearest empty couch, held her hand while she sat down.
“I think they’re enjoying a hell of a lot more than their meal.” Susan’s attention still focused on a nearby couple. A woman lay naked on her back on the soft sterali, which had reacted by levering her hips up, opening her to her partner’s caress. Their meal lay half-devoured as the Inarrii male licked at the sticky sweet syrup he’d spread on her thighs.
Susan’s breath came quickly as the man worked ever closer to his goal.
“Perhaps you would enjoy some of the same?” Asler teased her.
“What?” She glanced at him, alarm in her eyes. “In front of everyone?”
“I meant the noodle dish.”
“Yeah, right. Sure you did.” Susan glanced around the room again. “No one cares that it’s so public? Do you eat every meal like this?”
Asler took a seat beside her. He waved a hand over the low table which rose and hovered near his elbow. “Yessin for two, rothan and saiithan.” He spoke to the air.
“What’s that?” Susan eyed him, and he found her suspicious glance oddly endearing, and
With a jerk, their m’ittar broke apart. Gasping, their breaths racing, they held on to each other in the suddenly harsh light of Asler’s office. Her jaw dropped open in shock as the realization that they were both still clothed, her hands fisted into the soft material of his robes, hit her. She stared into the depths of his startled eyes. Neither could look away, and when she pressed herself back into his arms he welcomed her, wrapping his arms around her.
For the first time in her life, she clung to a man.
A sudden, odd noise interrupted their embrace with a quick start. She flushed with embarrassment and cursed her fair skin once again as she realized the source of the noise came from her own belly. Great. It’s embarrassing to be so obviously embarrassed, and now my stomach is protesting like I haven’t fed it in weeks. So much for a little real-life sex. I could use some more of that…comfort.
He grinned. “We have growling bellies too, the same as humans.” He let her go and walked to the desk. With no small amount of satisfaction she noted that he swayed slightly as he stepped away. After tapping a few keys, he turned back and took her hand. “You’ve just gone through a major healing. Your body needs to be cared for.” He stroked the pad of his thumb over the back of her hand. “Come with me.”
Asler watched the human woman take in the scene before them. Perhaps it wasn’t the best idea, exposing her to their cultural differences so quickly. A meal in his room might have been better.
Her eyes were open wide as she glanced around. Couples lay on low couches in various degrees of undress, enjoying their meals and each other in equal and obvious delight. Her tongue flicked out, and she wet her lips.
No, she wasn’t shocked and dismayed. She was shocked and aroused, he realized with a grin.
This was more than he’d hoped for. Her desire opened channels between them that allowed him greater access to her thoughts, her emotions and her memories. His smile faded. Discovering the truth about what happened was becoming more important all the time—a second attack meant greater risk to the Treaty, and to the human world, whether they knew it or not. Susan believed she had done the right thing but still felt guilty, and he would soon have to discover why.
“What the hell is this, a lunch orgy?” she asked, never taking her eyes off the scene before her.
“This is how we enjoy our meals. This is a sterali. The couch will mould to whatever shape you require and has attached tables that revolve around the seat, lowering or raising as you request. It’s quite comfortable.” He led her to the nearest empty couch, held her hand while she sat down.
“I think they’re enjoying a hell of a lot more than their meal.” Susan’s attention still focused on a nearby couple. A woman lay naked on her back on the soft sterali, which had reacted by levering her hips up, opening her to her partner’s caress. Their meal lay half-devoured as the Inarrii male licked at the sticky sweet syrup he’d spread on her thighs.
Susan’s breath came quickly as the man worked ever closer to his goal.
“Perhaps you would enjoy some of the same?” Asler teased her.
“What?” She glanced at him, alarm in her eyes. “In front of everyone?”
“I meant the noodle dish.”
“Yeah, right. Sure you did.” Susan glanced around the room again. “No one cares that it’s so public? Do you eat every meal like this?”
Asler took a seat beside her. He waved a hand over the low table which rose and hovered near his elbow. “Yessin for two, rothan and saiithan.” He spoke to the air.
“What’s that?” Susan eyed him, and he found her suspicious glance oddly endearing, and
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