Raashh Decisions (Xxan War Book 3) Read Free

mate, and I would not deny you, little one.” He stroked her hair between his thick fingers.
    “I do wish to. Now. Please.”
    “First I will feed you and bathe you. Then I will make you my mate.”
    Marie nodded, gasping out her agreement.
     
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    Marie moaned at the stroke of clove oil against her clit. She shifted her hips, riding the slick length of Raashh’s finger, seeking closer contact. She licked her lips, wondering how much longer he would keep her in this sexual limbo.
    “You make me crazy to make you mine,” Raashh rumbled.
    Closer inspection showed his muscles were strung tight, probably in misguided restraint.
    Marie smiled. “I was ready when I got off the shuttle.”
    He didn’t argue it. Raashh scooped up her right hand and guided it beneath the surface of the water. His primary was rigid, and she started to stroke it. He shook his head and moved her fingers lower. She gasped in the realization that his secondary was already the length of her little finger.
    “Make me ready to anoint you.”
    Oh, yes! Marie started using two fingers to stroke him. In moments, he was long enough to use three. Then all four.
    Guttural sounds escaped his throat, and Raashh shivered in seeming delight. “Be sure, Marie. When my Zhigaaal starts to flow, I will anoint you, and I will not rest until you are bound as my mate and full of my young.”
    “Oh, yes. That is what I want.”
    His secondary moved against her hand slightly. A light burning sensation said his Zhigaaal had started to flow.
    Her heart rate rose a dozen beats a minute and then more. Already, the need to have him between her thighs was maddening.
    Raashh lifted Marie by the waist, and she let his cock slip from between her fingers. He settled her on a warm boulder at the edge of the pond.
    Before she could question him, his fingers started working at her nipples, spreading the stinging Zhigaaal over her. Marie arched into his touch, at a loss for the words to encourage him. Her supporting arms trembled beneath her.
    He traced a line of heat down her abdomen, retreated, and came back with what could only be a fresh coating of the pheromone. Marie pressed up with her heels, opening herself to him for more. Hot trails stole her thinking mind, leaving her aware of only a patchwork of pleasure as Raashh worked the Zhigaaal into her clit, her swollen and hungry labia, and finally into the ring of her ass.
    She was on fire, needing more that only Raashh could offer. Marie didn’t question that Emma’s memories of being anointed were correct. If another man touched her now, she’d try to kill him. With good reason. I am Raashh’s woman.
    Raashh set out to drive her mad. He spread his pheromone along her inner thighs, coated her mound with it, even painted a line of it between the globes of her ass, as if assuring himself that every possible erogenous zone was liberally coated in his potent scent.
    As if proving her assessment correct, he did the same along the line of her collarbones, down the pulse points of her throat, at the soft, sensitive spot behind her ear, and finally brought a healthy helping to her mouth. Marie trembled as he spread it along her lips, thirsty for more, ravenous for what would come next.
    She sucked his finger in, talon and all. Raashh went still, watching her drinking every drop with a moan, his eye slits narrowing.
    “Do you…suck as I have heard other human women suck?” he asked.
    Marie released him and licked her lips. “Anytime you want me to,” she vowed.
    He hesitated long enough to make Marie wonder if he wanted it or was repulsed by it. At last, Raashh rose to his feet and brought his cocks to her lips. “Suck me, Marie.”
    She engulfed most of the primary, working the broad column in and out. Raashh let her fellate him, his hand playing at her curls lightly but not pulling her in for more. He would learn in time that she liked that.
    “The secondary. Suck the secondary.” There was no mistaking the bark of