so rough.”
“Glad I didn’t say anything then.”
“But I bit you,” he protested. “And you’re bleeding. I can’t believe I did that.”
In an innocent tone completely at odds with her wicked grin, she said, “I guess I’ll just have to bite you back.”
Tarq’s balls clenched in anticipation. “I should lick it,” he said, doing his best to ignore his body’s response to her words, “to make it heal faster.”
“Does that really help?”
“It’s supposed to,” he replied. “I’ve never tried it, though.” Had never needed to, he reminded himself. Dipping his head, he realized he was still lying on top of her. He made a move to disengage himself, but she stopped him.
“Don’t get up just yet,” she said. “I want to enjoy this as long as I can.” With a short laugh, she added, “After all, this may be my one and only chance.”
Tarq couldn’t believe his ears. She truly didn’t know he could keep on all night if she liked. In the brothel, he’d fucked a different woman every three hours—only taking that long between clients because he always showered after each session. Now that he was traveling, the trips between planets were usually lacking in sex and sometimes took up to a month, but still, three days was a long time for Tarq—bordering on celibacy. “I can go again,” he said. “I sometimes do—to ensure conception—and I’ve got a medscanner—”
He broke off there, realizing he’d done something else wrong. He’d forgotten to scan her first, to determine not only her fertility but her lack of communicable disease. Still, a virgin couldn’t have been carrying much in the way of venereal disease, which was what he was most anxious to avoid. Most were curable, but some could affect his sperm production, and without that, he knew he was, well… useless. The fact that he had plenty of money banked away didn’t mean a damn thing. A man had to have some useful occupation.
She laughed again. “So scan me.”
Tarq didn’t want to break the connection either. “I’ll have to get up.”
“Okay, I’ll let you.”
Tarq thought it best to lick her wound first. “In a minute.” Leaning down, he began licking the blood from her shoulder, noting the two puncture wounds. She looked like she’d been bitten by a vampire with bad aim.
“I’m sure it’ll heal up just fine by itself,” she said after her initial gasp—a gasp that was quickly replaced with a sigh. “Wow. Even that feels good. What is it with you Zetithian guys?”
Tarq shrugged. “I don’t know. It’s just the way we are—but we’re only interesting to alien women. Zetithian girls think we’re boring.”
“I find that very hard to believe.”
“Well, that’s what they always say. Maybe they’re lying. I wouldn’t know. I’ve only done one, and that was years ago.” Dismissing the vagaries of the Zetithian female libido, he went back to licking her shoulder. The bleeding had already stopped, but he kept on anyway. If nothing else, it gave him an excuse to stay right where he was.
“Is that why you’re traveling around like this? You’re hoping to find one who doesn’t think it’s boring?”
“No, I’m doing it because—” He stopped there, not wanting to admit he was too stupid to do anything else. “It just seemed like the right thing to do.”
With a reluctant sigh, he backed out and got up. He missed her warmth immediately, and it was all he could do to keep from diving back into her. Crossing the room to where he’d stripped off his clothes, he found the medscanner in the pocket of his jeans and activated it. A soft moan from Lucy made him hurry back to her.
“Are you all right?”
“Yeah,” she replied. “I think so. I’ve never seen—” She paused, blowing out a pent-up breath. “It’s just that, well…” She finished her sentence in a rush as another orgasm seized her. “…you’ve got a really nice, um, backside.”
It wasn’t anything Tarq
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