Begging for a taste
Someone cleared their throat. Iliana and Selbi ignored him, and the chuckles that followed when they continued to kiss and stroke each other with tenderness.
“We’re home,” Cosdas said.
“For the last ten minutes,” Hanvel added.
They sounded amused, but strained. Iliana heard the yearning in their voices. They wanted her too. Though she’d thought she was sated, the idea she could have what Selbi had given her again…and again…sent a surge of undeniable warmth through her.
Sex was damned amazing after all, and she was more than willing to explore its delights. Maybe the world could hold off ending for a few hours yet.
The moment Selbi released her, she went for Hanvel, who stood closer to her than Cosdas. The Dramok was more than happy to take care of a woman who’d just discovered the pleasures of intimacy and demanded more.
The passage from the shuttle bay above ground to the clan’s home in the caverns was a whirlwind of groping and kissing. It turned out Hanvel was almost as talented in the kissing department as Selbi. Cosdas somehow simultaneously helped his rubbery-legged Imdiko and herded the amorously busy Hanvel and Iliana to their abode.
Of the clan’s greeting room, Iliana had few impressions. She became immediately acquainted with its dark blue lounger as Hanvel’s weight pressed her to the pillowy surface. She learned how velvety its fabric was as Hanvel sent her clothes flying.
She noted the ceiling overhead, golden with muted illumination as Hanvel worked down her and stopped to mouth her breasts with appreciative moans. Iliana forgot about loungers and ceilings as his devout attentiveness sent thrills straight to her cunt, which throbbed once more with hunger. Hanvel’s spicy-sweet scent blanketed her, and her mouth watered.
“Let me taste you.” She clutched at him. “I’ve never tasted a man before.”
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Their agreement
didn’t include falling in love. What happens when a ruse becomes reality?
Iliana Rossi’s reluctance to join a Kalquorian clan comes from a terrible loss that leaves no room in her heart for any men. Dodging the alien three-man clans eager for a Earther mate is a full-time job, and she’s running out of patience with those desperate to change her mind.
Hanvel, Selbi, and Cosdas pursue Matara Deefa, a rare unclanned Kalquorian woman. She’s everything they could possibly want. But her parents have promised her to another clan, and Clan Hanvel can’t seem to convince Deefa that love is more important than rank and family approval.
When Iliana meets Clan Hanvel, the solution seems obvious. They embark on a fake courtship that satisfies societal and family pressure; a relationship that requires no love, no commitment, and no responsibilities to each other.
But when passion wakes for the reluctant foursome, they have a choice to make: loyalty to the impossible past or a chance for love they can keep.
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