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  Luke was looking at the bags, frown lines bracketing his mouth.

  “What’s wrong?” she asked him.

  “These were expensive, very expensive.”

  “Don’t do that. The clothes were a gift.”

  “I have money, I can pay you back,” Luke reached into his back pocket pulling out the brown leather wallet she’d gotten him to replace the envelope. When he transferred the cash she’d seen exactly how much money he had.

  “I told you, they were a gift, not something I expect to be paid back for.”

  “Does this make me your mistress?”

  Lena burst out laughing. “What movies have you been watching?”

  Luke shrugged, a blush heating his face. Utterly charmed, Lena jumped off the couch and slid her arms around Luke’s waist. “I think it would be great fun to make you my mistress, but this in no way implies anything like that. Consider these a welcome to L.A. present. I bought them for you because I…wanted to give you something, that’s all.”

  “You’ve already given me more than you know.”

  “And what is that?”

  Luke kissed her, answering her question with passion rather than words. They broke the kiss, easing from it with small pecks. Lena leaned against Luke’s chest. Her blood was starting to hum, when a yawn broke through the swelling passion. Luke stroked her back.

  “Tired?”

  “I really didn’t sleep well,” she admitted. “Plus shopping is hard work.”

  “Then let’s sleep now. If that’s allowed,” he added, looking at the white sunlight that poured through the glass.

  “It’s Friday after five, anything’s allowed, especially naps.”

  She led him to the bathroom for a quick clean up, then into the bedroom where they slipped under the blankets and sheets together. With Luke curled around her back, their fingers laced together, his arm her pillow, Lena closed her eyes. She had a feeling nothing would dare disturb her dreams when she had such a fierce monster protecting her. Smiling at the silly though, Lena fell asleep.

  Chapter Ten

  The first orgasm woke her. She’d dreamed of sex, of dark warm places and hands like smoke against her skin. She woke to the dark of her bedroom and the warmth of his hands on her, in her.

  Lena’s lashes fluttered open as he eased a third finger into her, his thumb on her clit. Luke reclined next to her, eyes on her face as he manipulated her with a hand in her sex.

  “You respond even in sleep. I was kissing your neck, and I could smell your arousal, and when I put my hand here,” he pulled his fingers out then thrust them back in, “you were wet.”

  Lena slid her fingers up his arm, which bulged with muscle as he used it to prop himself up. The heavy weight of sleep had morphed into deep arousal, and Lena felt swollen with it, stunned that he could pleasure her so perfectly. “No one’s ever done that before, made me wet while I was still asleep. You’re an amazing lover.”

  Luke smiled, a wide-cheeked grin of pleasure that quickly darkened to a tight-lipped, serious smile as his fingers continued their manipulation.

  There was something wicked and erotic about the way he played with her. The covers came up to both their shoulders, hiding the fact that he was finger fucking her, hiding her lewdly splayed legs and the hard cock she could feel pressing against her hip.

  “You said something last night, something I didn’t understand, but I think I do now.”

  “What, ah,” Lena’s head tipped back as he scraped her clit with his nail, and she momentarily lost her train of thought, “did I…say?”

  “You said something about oral sex, and how you wanted it.”

  “Every woman wants oral sex.”

  “And by oral sex, you mean you want to me to touch you with my lips,” he kissed the line of her jaw, “and tongue,” he traced the corner of her lips with the tip of his tongue, “and teeth,” he gently bit her chin, “here.” His fingers flared inside her, stretching her, and Lena’s back arched up off the mattress. “Is that what you want?”

  “Yes, yes, yes.”

  “Then first, push down the blanket so I can play with your breasts.”

  Lena curled her fingers over the edge of the covers and slowly inched them down. Considering where his fingers were, it was insane to feel like she was doing something naughty by exposing her breasts. But she did.

  Lena peeked at him from under her lashes as her nipples came into view. His eyes were on her breasts.

  She felt like a schoolgirl exposing herself for the first time, the rush of illicit pleasure for innocence lost filling her. She breathed deeply, lifting her breasts, and Luke accepted the invitation, bending to lick each nipple.

  He played with her using only his tongue, first licking, then blowing over the wet flesh. When her nipples were pebble hard he tapped them with the tip of his tongue. Through it all his hand was still inside her, but his attention to her breasts had her lifting her hips, fucking herself on his hand.

  “Can you reach…orgasm, like this? From my tongue on your breasts as you work yourself against my hand?”

  “What about…the oral sex?” she gasped.

  “We’ll get to it. Don’t worry.”

  Luke bent to her breasts, now gripping one nipple delicately between his lips and pulled. Lena continued to work herself against his fingers, finding the perfect spot, the one that brought her clit into contact with his thumb each time she lifted her hips.

  She was close, teetering on the edge of something beautiful, something colored by the eroticism of their hidden fucking, by his tale of playing with her while she slept, and her own reaction to innocently exposing her breasts for his play. But as much as she wanted it, craved the sweet pleasure he brought her, Lena couldn’t complete the orgasm.

  “Luke,” she whispered, “I need… I need…”

  “What?”

  You, always.

  Pushing away that disturbing throught for later over-analysis, Lena answered him with a tumble of thought and wants. “I want you inside me, I want you touching me, I want more, more of everything.”

  Her arousal clawed at her, begging for release, begging for the last bit of attention that would send her over. It was like a hunger that grew and grew, needing that last unknown touch to bring her to orgasm.

  “I am inside you.”

  “It’s not enough,” she said on a frustrated growl.

  “Then you want me inside you somewhere else?”

  His fingers slipped out of her and down between the cheeks of her ass, circling her anus. That alone was almost enough to send Lena over the edge.

  “Oh, yes, no, I don’t know, it hurts sometimes.”

  “I won’t hurt you,” he whispered, pressing one slick fingertip against her. “All I want is to pleasure you.”

  He pushed, and the tip of his finger sank into her. Lena’s back arched, her body clenching around his finger. He pushed harder, fighting for the entry, and his second knuckle slipped into her.

  “Yes, yes,” she whispered, head thrashing side-to-side.

  Luke bent to her breasts, drawing her hardened nipple into his mouth. His thumb stretched up to rub her clit, and Lena shattered. The orgasm crashed over her, a relief after the long moments of frustration.

  Lena’s body arched off the bed, balanced on her shoulders and heels. Luke bit her nipple, pulled his finger out, then shoved it back into her ass and spiked her pleasure a second time.

  Lena dropped to the bed, panting and sweaty, pushing at the covers, which were smothering her. Luke pulled his fingers from her body, which made her shudder, and then helped her take off the covers.

  Too hot to lie on the heated sheets, Lena rolled off the side of the bed. Luke did the same on the other side. They met at the foot of the bed. Luke slipped his hands around her sweaty waist, and she curled her arms around his neck. Their lips met in a long kiss.

  “That was amazing,” she said as the kiss ended.

  “It was acceptable, what I did, touching you h
ere?” He skipped a hand down over her ass.

  “Yes, normally it makes me nervous because it hurts, but no one’s ever done it with their finger, that actually felt amazing.”

  “Human men would use their cock there without first preparing you with fingers or imitation cocks?”

  “Yep.”

  “Are human men stupid?”

  “That’s a question for the ages, and yes, they are.” She pulled Luke into the bathroom, where they repeated the process of taking turns in the shower. Lena definitely wanted to get him in there at some point, but after the amazing sex they’d been having, Lena needed the alone time to scrub off and let the water massage sore muscles. She snagged the blow dryer and took it into her bedroom to take care of her hair as he showered.

  Looking at the rumpled bed, Lena remembered the feel of him—finger in her, mouth on her breast, hard cock brushing against her…

  He hadn’t come.

  Cursing herself, Lena darted into the bathroom. He was such a considerate lover it was unpardonable that she’d forgotten about him. She jerked open the shower door. Luke paused mid-stroke, his hand fisted around his cock.

  He looked from her to his cock, seeming unsure as to how he should react. Reluctantly, he dropped his hand.

  “I’m sorry, I didn’t know if this was appropriate, but I am uncomfortable, and wanted to relieve myself.”

  “Of course you’re uncomfortable. I’m so sorry. I wish you’d said something. I’m an utter fool for having been so absorbed in my own pleasure that I didn’t think of you.”

  “I’m glad I was able to pleasure you until you couldn’t think.”

  Lena, ignoring the fact that she was freshly showed with half blow-dried hair, stepped into the tub and closed the glass door. “It’s true that you fuck me into near oblivion, but I think the least I can do is return the favor.”

  Lena traced her fingers up his wet cock, rubbing a water droplet that hung off the head. She maneuvered them so that his back was to the showerhead, blocking the majority of the spray.

  Remembering how his words had excited her, and many a Glamour article on talking dirty, Lena decided to try a little verbal foreplay. “Luke, I’m going to take you in my mouth.” He shivered, eyes helplessly focused on her hand as it danced through the hair that surrounded his cock, “and swallow it when you come,” his hot gaze skimmed up her body to her breasts, and he grabbed them, kneading the meat of her tits. “Would you like that?”

  “Yes,” his voice had dropped, with just a hint of the growl.

  “But before I do that, we need to clear a few things up. You don’t have any STD’s, do you?”

  “Any what?” his gaze was still on her tits, watching the way her flesh plumped as he squeezed.

  She briefly explained, and Luke shook his head, “No, I don’t have any. You are the first human I’ve been with.” That’s what she’d thought, considering some of his odd questions and behaviors. Lena remembered asking him if he was a virgin, and though his response of “no” was most likely technically correct, Lena felt as protective towards him as if he had been a virgin.

  “And I can’t catch anything from you being a monster, can I?”

  “No, we’re immune to human diseases, as you are immune to ours, and in this form you couldn’t catch it anyway.”

  “Do you understand why we used the condoms?”

  “I read the box, and it makes much more sense now that you have explained STDs, but as I understand it, they are used to hold the seed and keep it from finding your womb and making you pregnant.”

  “Exactly,” Lena thought this was a rather advanced conversation considering her fingers were still playing over and around his cock, and admired him for having enough blood to run both heads. “Is it possible for me to become pregnant with you?”

  Luke hesitated and finally answered, “I don’t know. There have been matings between monsters and humans before, a few have borne children, but I do not know if my seed is viable in this human body.”

  Despite her teasing fingers, the profusion of talk had wilted Luke’s cock a little. Not wanting to make him suffer any longer, Lena slid to her knees in the tight confines of the bottom of the tub.

  Knowing she was safe with him, Lena decided to give him the full treatment.

  She took the tip of his cock into the warm confines of her mouth and then looked up at him, knowing what the sight of her on her knees before him would do.

  Luke reached out and braced his hands against the walls.

  Lena wrapped a hand around the base of his cock and started sucking him in earnest. She brought her head down to meet her fist, swallowing to suppress the gag reflex as he bumped against the back of her throat, filling her mouth from top-to-bottom and side-to-side.

  Water poured around them, as Lena bobbed her head up and down, pausing when her jaw got tired to lick the head. Her bottle of body wash caught the corner of her eye, and Lena had a very wicked thought. It was something she’d always wanted to try, but never trusted a man enough to do so, worried what he might think of her if she suggested it. Considering what he’d just done to her, and his proven inventiveness in bed, Lena thought Luke might be willing.

  With Luke’s cock still in her mouth, Lena poured herself a dollop of body wash and lathered her hands. She started with Luke’s balls, massaging them in her soapy palms as she continued to suck the tip of his cock.

  She worked her hand back between his legs, between the tight muscles of his ass. She rubbed her fingers along the crease and looked up. Luke’s eyes were closed, his head tipped back, flushed skin drawn tight over his cheekbones. Lena kept her eyes on his face as she pressed one fingertip against his anus. The skin was unexpectedly soft, and it took relatively little pressure to push the tip of her finger inside. There, Lena found a second ring of muscle, and had to apply more pressure to ease her finger in.

  She rubbed all along the edge of his anus with the fingers of her other hand, hoping the stimulation would open him up. She soon had her finger all the way in, her knuckles pressing up between the halves of his ass.

  “Lena,” he growled, the scary deep tones of the first night returning to his voice. Now that she knew where that noise came from, she was better able to control her fear, and focus only on the way that low pitch vibrated deep in her belly, reaching through skin and muscle to touch the same places he reached with fingers and cock.

  Taking it as a warning that he was close, Lena used her free hand to hold his hip.

  She pulled her finger almost all the way out, then thrust it back in at the same time she sucked down the whole length of his cock. Luke grunted in reaction, his body jerking. Lena transferred her grip from his hip to the base of his cock to keep him still, and repeated the movement.

  She fucked him like that, her finger thrusting in and out of his ass as she sucked his cock, until Luke’s panting breaths reached a crescendo. He was caught between her mouth and finger. The movement of hips thrust his cock into her mouth and then his ass back onto her finger, Lena held still and let him do the work, only retaking control when he seemed to stall or the rhythm to falter. His passion was as genuine and bright as sunlit honey, and she knew he was about to come moments before he did.

  He cried out and warm liquid coated her tongue. She sank her head down on him and swallowed, shoving her finger in hard, fucking him with it to prolong the orgasm.

  There was a second burst of semen on her tongue and then he folded forward, shoulders bowing. Lena eased her finger out of him, then slid his cock out of her mouth and rose.

  Luke hugged her to his chest, his wet head resting against hers. Lena wrapped her arms over his back, the pounding spray pressing down on her forearms.

  “Thank you,” he murmured.

  “It was my pleasure.”

  Chapter Eleven

  They finally slept, a solid eight hours wrapped in one another’s arms, waking late Saturday morning. Lena made muffins from a box and they fed each other pieces of the hot, crumb
ly baked goods as they shared the paper.

  Luke handed her the comics, and tentatively asked her to explain the humor. From there they went through the events section. The listing of concerts led to a discussion of music. An hour later they lay on the floor of the living room, Lena working the controls on the stereo with the remote as Luke tapped his foot in the air and read liner notes. Lena closed her eyes and sank into the moment. She felt calm and content. It was decadent to spend the morning doing nothing but lazing around with Luke, but she didn’t care. The morning sun lay across their bodies, the music thrummed through the air, and each breath she took smelled like Luke. His presence calmed her just as easily as it excited her. Lena slid into a trance, lulled by his presence, the warm sunlight and the pulse of music in the air.

  Luke had to touch her twice before Lena heard his question.

  “Sorry, what was that?” she murmured.

  “I just wanted to know if this song is about what I think it’s about.”

  “What do you think it’s about?”

  “Sex.”

  “Yep, that’s it.”

  Lena sank back into her introspective study. They went through three more songs before Luke’s fingers danced up her arm.

  Lena blinked and turned to Luke. His brows were lowered in a puzzled frown. “Where are you?” he asked.

  “Sorry,” Lena stroked his cheek, “I was just…thinking.”

  “About what?”

  “About you.”

  “Were you thinking good things?”

  “Yes, but mostly I was thinking I wanted to apologize to you.”

  “For what?”

  “For the way I acted, when I first saw you as a monster.”

  “Oh,” Luke’s hand left her arm, and that telling retreat, more than anything, made Lena regret how she’d acted.

  “Luke,” Lena pushed up onto her knees, “I want to be okay with what you are, in both your bodies.”

  He tilted his head to look at her. “What do you mean?”

  “I want you to change into your monster form.”

  “Now?”

  “Yes, right now.”