I think unsexy thoughts as he frees my first wrist. Baseball, the way my Great-Aunt Mildred's house smelled, Old Yeller, algebra…
“If you’ll allow it, I think adding my tongue to the list of things allowed to pleasure you would be very good for both of us.” Kitaico’s breath fans over my neck as he unties my other hand.
“Oh, yeah sure, totally…” Imagining his tongue on my pussy is not helping this situation at all.
He pulls back, trying to grasp what I’m saying.
“Would that be alright, Leeenuh?” Kitatico asks in earnest.
I can’t meet his gaze, so I cast my eyes down and nod. I hate the blush spreading from my chest to my cheeks.
If he’s as good with his tongue as he was with his other limbs, I might not be able to wait until the next heat.
When my wrists are both free, I wrap the blanket tightly around my shoulders. I take a deep breath and let the thought I just had hit me.
Am I fucking hot for Kitaico, beyond the venom?
Do I want more than sex with the bizarre, thoughtful, attractive, tentacled alien that is stretching in front of me now?
I wrack my brain for any inkling of this being from a chemical reaction from the sting or something more.
Kitaico pads over to the other side of the cave to the “shower,” flexing the sinewy muscles of his sides, and letting the water hit his rock-hard abdominal muscles. He tilts his chin back, splashing the water over his face and through the tentacles on his head. He rubs his hand over the dried purple remnants of his cum on his stomach, washing the evidence of our time together back into the ocean beyond the relief hole.
My chest tightens and I suddenly feel as though I’m spying on Kitaico. It’s not like getting me off wasn’t intimate, but there’s something telling me that to look at him now is wrong.
Maybe I should look away, but for as intimate as his actions are, it doesn’t feel like I shouldn’t be part of them. My mouth parts, and I breathe a little heavier as he grips his cock and pushes the last bit of leaking seed from its tip. He steps out, shaking the water from his head’s tentacles before he catches me gawking at him.
“Oh, I’m sorry, I should have offered this to you first.” He frowns. “Would you like to clean up?”
I nod and rush over to where the alien Adonis stands, still dripping with water.
I didn’t think that the water wasn’t going to be warm, and I rush into the steady stream that falls down the cave’s wall. I yelp as it makes contact with my skin, the cold causing the hairs on my body to stand on end.
Before I have time to adjust, Kitaico's arms and the brothers wrap tightly around me, shielding me from the chill of the makeshift shower.
“It’s cold, I thought you knew.” He chuckles as I shiver. “Deep breaths, Leeenuh.”
He still absorbs the brunt of the cold water as he runs his hands over the bottom of my belly. Kitaico splashes more of the water over my skin to remove the purple marks he left there last night.
I wish they would dip lower, I wish he would—
“I could arrange for a hot bath tonight, if you think you’re up for it?” He says softly as he works his fingers into my hair and massages the nape of my neck until I’m slumping against his firm chest. “We’d have to travel a short distance to the surface, but I’m confident it will be quick enough that your human lungs won’t struggle.”
A head massage? A warm bath?
Maybe it’s not the venom…maybe Kitaico is just a fucking gem.
“Yes.” I nod, letting myself sag further back into him, the tension of my neck muscles melting away.
“I like taking care of you, you know,” he whispers as he guides me away from the water, grabbing a fresh woven blanket and shimmying it over my body to dry me. He spins me to face him, rubbing the cloth over my hair.
When Kitaico pushes my hair back, he lets down his usual polite facade. His eyes are intense, and they darken as he speaks. “Even if I never bear your mating mark, this could be enough. I would devote myself to you, Leeenuh.”
“Oh,” is all my brain can get together.
Is that what I want?
I want to fuck him, I know that.
“I can’t promise you that, Kitaico.” My voice cracks. “I like you…but this situation is fucked. You’re so much kinder than the Deenz, but I might need some breathing room before I commit to anything long term.” It pains me to be honest, even if I know he can’t understand me.
His brows knit in confusion—for Chrissakes, I can’t even communicate to him properly.
If he’s implying what I think he’s proposing, it hits me one thousand times harder than the cold water. Forever, in a cave, with albeit a delightful alien gentleman, isn’t how my story is supposed to go.
“Go slower,” I say, my hands raised and pushing him away slightly. “We’ll talk”—I mime my hands speaking to each other—“once your translator chip is turned back on.”
I bring my finger to his head and tap where I think his chip would be, where it is on me, at least.
“I’m sorry.” He plays it off as though he didn’t just offer to dedicate his life to me, wraps me in the towel, and turns back to his stores as though he’s looking for something.
“God, don’t be sorry, Kitaico. You deserve someone better than a lost bubble babe, someone who can give you what you want. A real mate.” I put my hand on his shoulder.
He covers my hand with his own and looks back at me.
“What is it?” he asks.
“Never mind.” I place an apologetic kiss on his fingers. I can feel him freeze as my lips touch his skin—its patterns shift to a deep purple that creeps up his arm.
