“You’ve slept with someone like me before?”
He looked grim. “No. I haven’t shared sex in a very long time with a female. It’s why I will never enter you.”
She stared into his eyes. He had a look in them that she’d almost call haunted. “I thought maybe you just didn’t want to be inside me.”
He growled. “I want that so much it hurts.”
Lauren licked her lips. “Take the boxers off. I want to touch you. You won’t scare me if you swell.”
He studied her eyes for long moments before he nodded. “I will not harm you, Lauren.”
She watched him stand up and he hesitated almost as if he expected her to be afraid of him. He only shoved his boxers down when he seemed certain she was fine. His c**k was large, thick and impressive. Wrath held perfectly still for her inspection.
“Sit down.” She scooted her h*ps over a little closer to the wall to give him more room. “I’m not afraid, Wrath.”
He hesitated before he slowly lowered his ass to the edge of the bed. He paused again before turning enough for her to be able to reach out to him. Her hand lifted and she gently gripped his steel-hard shaft. Hot, firm skin felt nice to touch and she slowly lifted her gaze to watch his face as she stroked his c**k up and down.
He tipped his head back, his mouth parted and he softly growled. His fingers gripped the edge of the bed and he white-knuckled the metal almost as if he were afraid to touch her. It made her more brazen as she wiggled to get upright, released him, and their gazes met as she climbed off the bed.
“Thank you for touching me.” His voice came out really gruff, passion flared in his eyes and he gave her a curious look. “What are you doing?”
She knelt in front of him, saw the shock as his gaze widened and she smiled. “Spread your legs. I want to touch you more.”
He hesitated but his legs parted to allow her to inch closer to him. She noticed his hands remained gripping the edge of the cot as if it were a lifeline. He looked unsure and uneasy all of a sudden with their positions switched. Lauren reached for him, deciding he looked cute and sexy at the same time. Her hand closed over his rigid cock. Her fingers didn’t touch her thumb—she couldn’t enclose him with her hand all the way. He softly growled.
Her other hand closed over him higher up, realized he was definitely a two-fisted hold, and smiled. Her hands explored his hard length. His skin felt satiny soft but under that skin he was so hard that there was no give to his erection. He growled again, deeper. Lauren’s gaze flew up to his face to find his eyes closed and his sharp fangs revealed as he breathed heavily.
“I can see how you’d be afraid you’d hurt me,” she said softly. “You are larger and thicker than anyone I’ve ever seen. I haven’t seen many na**d men though but you definitely are impressive.”
“Your hands are so soft. There is no roughness to them,” he groaned. “You feel so good.”
Roughness? She didn’t understand that and paused stroking him. His eyes opened. Something in her expression must have told him she wondered at his meaning. He held out his hand and placed it palm up on the top of his thigh.
“Our females have hands like mine.”
She released his c**k to feel his hand. His palms had rougher skin, almost like light calluses. Her fingers traced upward to his index finger. She rubbed the inner tip and felt the rougher skin there was well. She understood. Her hands were soft all over.
“I don’t suppose you have lotion, do you?”
“Inside the top drawer of the nightstand.” He smiled at her. “We have high sex drives. You will always find lotion in our bags. We need it to find sexual release often.”
She smiled back, amused that he was so honest about masturbating. She’d never met anyone like him. Most men would die before they admitted to something like that. He candidly discussed it and smiled. She opened the drawer and found a big bottle of baby-oil type lotion. She grinned and uncapped the lid.
“You were being ambitious when you bought this.”
“I don’t understand.”
“You thought you’d need this much lotion. That’s ambitious. Do you understand?”
“I go through that in less than a week. We really do have high sex drives. I’m canine. I’m always turned-on.”
She arched an eyebrow. “How many times do you use lotion in a day?”
He was still grinning. “At least a dozen times.”
She almost dropped the bottle. “How old are you?”
He shrugged. “I don’t know for sure. The doctors guess as best as they are able from our bones and teeth. We lost track of time inside the testing facilities. The doctors think I am in my mid-thirties. Don’t your human males do this?”
“Yes, but not as much. The younger the men are, the more they do it. They slow down when they get older. At least that’s what I understand but I’m no expert.”
Wrath nodded. “I thought human males were the same about this.”
“Now women are opposite or at least I am.”
His eyes narrowed. “What do you mean?”
“My sex drive wasn’t so good when I was younger. I’m reaching thirty now and my sex drive is really moving these days.”
“So you have slept with Bill.” His eyes narrowed and his mouth tensed.
“No.” She frowned at him. “I take care of myself.”
Surprise widened his stare. “You touch yourself?”
He looked grim. “No. I haven’t shared sex in a very long time with a female. It’s why I will never enter you.”
She stared into his eyes. He had a look in them that she’d almost call haunted. “I thought maybe you just didn’t want to be inside me.”
He growled. “I want that so much it hurts.”
Lauren licked her lips. “Take the boxers off. I want to touch you. You won’t scare me if you swell.”
He studied her eyes for long moments before he nodded. “I will not harm you, Lauren.”
She watched him stand up and he hesitated almost as if he expected her to be afraid of him. He only shoved his boxers down when he seemed certain she was fine. His c**k was large, thick and impressive. Wrath held perfectly still for her inspection.
“Sit down.” She scooted her h*ps over a little closer to the wall to give him more room. “I’m not afraid, Wrath.”
He hesitated before he slowly lowered his ass to the edge of the bed. He paused again before turning enough for her to be able to reach out to him. Her hand lifted and she gently gripped his steel-hard shaft. Hot, firm skin felt nice to touch and she slowly lifted her gaze to watch his face as she stroked his c**k up and down.
He tipped his head back, his mouth parted and he softly growled. His fingers gripped the edge of the bed and he white-knuckled the metal almost as if he were afraid to touch her. It made her more brazen as she wiggled to get upright, released him, and their gazes met as she climbed off the bed.
“Thank you for touching me.” His voice came out really gruff, passion flared in his eyes and he gave her a curious look. “What are you doing?”
She knelt in front of him, saw the shock as his gaze widened and she smiled. “Spread your legs. I want to touch you more.”
He hesitated but his legs parted to allow her to inch closer to him. She noticed his hands remained gripping the edge of the cot as if it were a lifeline. He looked unsure and uneasy all of a sudden with their positions switched. Lauren reached for him, deciding he looked cute and sexy at the same time. Her hand closed over his rigid cock. Her fingers didn’t touch her thumb—she couldn’t enclose him with her hand all the way. He softly growled.
Her other hand closed over him higher up, realized he was definitely a two-fisted hold, and smiled. Her hands explored his hard length. His skin felt satiny soft but under that skin he was so hard that there was no give to his erection. He growled again, deeper. Lauren’s gaze flew up to his face to find his eyes closed and his sharp fangs revealed as he breathed heavily.
“I can see how you’d be afraid you’d hurt me,” she said softly. “You are larger and thicker than anyone I’ve ever seen. I haven’t seen many na**d men though but you definitely are impressive.”
“Your hands are so soft. There is no roughness to them,” he groaned. “You feel so good.”
Roughness? She didn’t understand that and paused stroking him. His eyes opened. Something in her expression must have told him she wondered at his meaning. He held out his hand and placed it palm up on the top of his thigh.
“Our females have hands like mine.”
She released his c**k to feel his hand. His palms had rougher skin, almost like light calluses. Her fingers traced upward to his index finger. She rubbed the inner tip and felt the rougher skin there was well. She understood. Her hands were soft all over.
“I don’t suppose you have lotion, do you?”
“Inside the top drawer of the nightstand.” He smiled at her. “We have high sex drives. You will always find lotion in our bags. We need it to find sexual release often.”
She smiled back, amused that he was so honest about masturbating. She’d never met anyone like him. Most men would die before they admitted to something like that. He candidly discussed it and smiled. She opened the drawer and found a big bottle of baby-oil type lotion. She grinned and uncapped the lid.
“You were being ambitious when you bought this.”
“I don’t understand.”
“You thought you’d need this much lotion. That’s ambitious. Do you understand?”
“I go through that in less than a week. We really do have high sex drives. I’m canine. I’m always turned-on.”
She arched an eyebrow. “How many times do you use lotion in a day?”
He was still grinning. “At least a dozen times.”
She almost dropped the bottle. “How old are you?”
He shrugged. “I don’t know for sure. The doctors guess as best as they are able from our bones and teeth. We lost track of time inside the testing facilities. The doctors think I am in my mid-thirties. Don’t your human males do this?”
“Yes, but not as much. The younger the men are, the more they do it. They slow down when they get older. At least that’s what I understand but I’m no expert.”
Wrath nodded. “I thought human males were the same about this.”
“Now women are opposite or at least I am.”
His eyes narrowed. “What do you mean?”
“My sex drive wasn’t so good when I was younger. I’m reaching thirty now and my sex drive is really moving these days.”
“So you have slept with Bill.” His eyes narrowed and his mouth tensed.
“No.” She frowned at him. “I take care of myself.”
Surprise widened his stare. “You touch yourself?”
