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When did he learn that?

Lurching forward and up, he seals his mouth to mine, taking advantage of my slack jaw and open mouth. A spicy, yet sweet flavor hits my tongue and my eyes close in response, tingles radiating through my senses. When I don’t immediately protest or push him away, Bikar presses his advantage.

Unlocking his wings, he pushes me back onto the plush bed and crawls over me, not breaking contact with my mouth, his tongue and lips continuing to plunder mine. The size difference means his pelvis isn’t lined up with mine, so my panic doesn’t flare when the weight of his body presses me down—so I can concentrate on kissing him without his intimidating dick pulsing against me.

The spicy-sweet taste of his kiss is getting headier, and I can feel the tingling spreading down my body until my nipples bead, and my pussy starts clenching around nothing. I can feel myself getting wet, and it’s a first for me. Bikar’s hands haven’t moved from beside my head, exactly where he first placed them when he pushed me down. He’s not taking overt advantage, even though he could if he wanted to.

Ripping his mouth from mine with a snarl, our chests are heaving as we both try to catch our breath.

All that from a kiss?

Eventually, Bikar breaks the silence. “I am not going to apologize for that.”

Snorting out a laugh, I bury my face in my hands and let out a frustrated screech. Parting some of my fingers, I glare up at him from between them. “If I wasn’t aware of how you were raised, I would ask you if your mother dropped you on your head as a child.”

Bikar flashes a smug smile before it morphs into something else entirely. “There is no requirement for you to say it back, Bambi. Ruks grow deep feelings for their mates rapidly. I know this is not so for humans. Your species requires time, shared experiences, and knowing to develop strong feelings of devotion and love.”

My body goes lax, and I melt into the bed. But there’s something else I need to get off my chest if we’re going to move forward in our… relationship.

“Bikar, if you ever keep anything from me ever again, no matter how insignificant, I won’t be able to trust you. And my trust is a fragile thing. Treat it with care.”

Bikar nods, uncharacteristically serious. “I understand, little doe. No more secrets, I promise.”

Begrudgingly, I add, “All bullshit aside, I genuinely enjoy spending time with you. I can also definitely say that I don’t dislike you anymore.”

Chuckling ruefully, he pushes up off the bed and stands, pulling me into a sitting position. “At this juncture, I will happily take your non-dislike. It is more than I hoped for after so short a period of courting. Now, I have taken up enough of your time this rotation, and I have a… bit of a problem I must take care of before I am fit to be seen by any other being on this shuttle.”

Waving a hand down his body, he gestures to the impressively sized erection straining the front of his pants. My face heats, and my cheeks turn crimson. “Oh, dear…”

Reaching down, he grabs himself and squeezes, attempting to adjust to a more comfortable position. Arousal is still simmering through my body, and I have to admit I’m a little curious about what he’s packing underneath his clothes.

My next words make him freeze in place. “Can I watch?”

CHAPTER 31

BIKAR

“Can I watch?”

Her scent and body language indicate genuine interest and curiosity. To say I am stunned is an understatement.

Elated, I start to unfasten my trousers but hesitate for a tic as something occurs to me. “Bambi, I am not human. My pivvy will not be what you are accustomed to seeing.”

“I’ve never seen a naked human man. There were extremely strict rules about nudity where I grew up, and the men that… did the things they did, remained in full ritualistic clothing the entire time.” Shrugging her shoulders nonchalantly, she tries to play off her slight embarrassment over the topic. “I’ve read about sex in romance books, but I’ve never seen anything in real life. What I’m trying to get out is… I have no basis of comparison. Yours is going to be the first I’ve ever seen.”

Frack, no pressure, Bikar.

Taken aback by her quietly spoken words, I have to force some levity into my voice. “Well, allow me to remedy your ignorance.”

Making a show of it, I shimmy my hips playfully and release the closure on my trousers, silently cursing as the material dragsacross my overly sensitive pivvy. Shoving them down, I stand in front of my mate partially nude.

Sending a quick command, I lock the door to the medbay, ensuring our privacy. I will not have some fracker interrupt the first sexual experience my mate has initiated and ruin this for us.

Glancing down, I try to examine myself from her point of view—as if I were a human female seeing male Ruk anatomy for the first time. According to my research, I am on the exceptionally large end of phallic sizes for humans, though I am slightly below average for a Ruk. This is actually fortuitous, since my human mate is much smaller than the rest of her friends. I have been worried if it will… fit her.

Resuming my perusal, I note it is a shade or two darker than my skin, and fully extruded from my partial slit. My stones hang heavily outside my body, while my pivvy rests partially within my groin unless I am aroused or relieving myself. It is not a true reptilian slit like Murgul possesses. It’s more of a combination of Rukuhk external genitalia and the primordial DNA we were spliced with. My body is the in-between version of a full-blooded Ruk and the hybrid species they wanted. Murgul is theirsuccess.

Not that I’ll ever let Murgul know I hacked his medical records along with the rest of my brothers’.