Page 81 of Trove’s Purpose

He slid his hands around her thighs and pulled them apart. At the same time, he began kissing his way down her belly. Adoring the sweet roundness of it. He shouldn’t, it wasn’t for her pleasure, but he bit her there, just beside her belly button. Leaving a mark of his teeth in her skin that he didn’t think would do anything for her – she hadn’t responded greatly to his teeth on her nipples – but which sent a thrill down his spine that was extremely unfamiliar.

And she jumped, but she didn’t protest. When he glanced up, he caught the shine of her eyes looking back at him. It was approving, deep desire that shined there, so he hadn’t made a misstep. But he didn’t repeat the action, no matter how much he wanted to.

Focus on her. Only on her.

Her pleasure. His control.

Human bodies were unfamiliar to him, but he met her slit eager to taste, to learn more. And he was a quick study when it came to these things.

Inside her lips were thinner, smaller lips that draped around her hole like beautiful petals. They spread out from a central point at the top that caught his eye immediately. It was both darker than the surrounding flesh and pulsing with desire. A female’s pleasure was usually internal, but he knew a few that had theirs externally. And it only took a flick of his tongue to get a reaction from Chee to let him know which she had.

Well, that made his task so much easier.

Just like her nipples, he began working that bundle of nerves with his tongue, his lips, even his teeth, trying to find exactly what combination of movements, pressure, and stimulus made her react the strongest. Her hips bucked, her voice cried, her muscles shivered.

And he controlled her. Just like this, he found his greatest strength, his true purpose in life. It all felt right.

Maybe they could do this. Maybe this could work between them. If he pleased her. If things could be just like this between them…

As he worked his mouth, he used his fingers to begin applying pressure at her entrance. She was untested there. If he just shoved his fingers inside her, he could get her flesh accustomed to him quickly, but if he took his time, she’d enjoy the stretching process more.

And that was what this was about. Her enjoyment. Her pleasure. Her release.

His control over all of it.

Her hips were rocking into his face now. Moving faster and faster. Grinding against his nose, his chin, seeking more pressure. He adjusted his tongue accordingly, sucking on her bundle of nerves instead. She broke with a scream and a rush of fluids against his probing finger.

And she grabbed him by the head.

She wasn’t a prostitute. He wasn’t paying her. Just because he gave her an order to keep her hands up and off of him didn’t mean she’d obey.

His name was on her lips, crying out, her thighs trying to clench around his face, her fingers slid into his hair, digging into his scalp.

She was grabbing him, touching him, touching him.

Taking his control.

“No!” Trove ripped away from her. So quickly, she came up on her butt as he threw himself away from her. He hit his desk with a grunt as she stayed reaching for him, confused.

“Trove?” She called to him, hurt and confusion in her voice. Her thighs were still shaking, the pleasure he’d given her still rushing through her body. “Are you okay?”

He couldn’t breathe. His heart was pounding. His lungs were burning. His gut clenching. He was going to throw up.

“Trove?” Chee called to him again, but he could barely hear her over the rushing of blood in his ears.

She was up now, reaching for him. He was frozen. So cold. Like ice was in his veins.

“Are you okay?” She asked, her voice echoing so oddly. “Did I do something wrong? Did I…”

She was looking down now, frowning as she looked between them. At the front of his pants where his cock remained flat, soft, unmoving. She was confused, he could tell.

“Did you not like it?” She looked up at him, no doubt wondering why he wasn’t reacting to her. Why he wasn’t burning with desire for her.

Why his cock refused to harden, even for her, his mate.

“Trove-” She reached for him, trying to touch his chest.

“Stop!” He smacked her hand away.