Page 46 of Stone Cold Alien

“Oh,” she said.

I looked at my cock, checking that petrification had not somehow altered it. All three nodes appeared exactly as they should.

“Is something wrong?”

“No. It’s just…” She reached out, then stopped before touching me. “The ridges felt unusual through the leather. I didn’t realise they were quite so…”

“Large?”

“Complicated.”

“There is nothing complicated about them.”

“Easy for you to say. You’re not the one who has to fit them inside you.”

The image almost destroyed my restraint.

Robyn wrapped her hand around the upper node. The vibration began immediately, humming against her palm.

Her eyes widened. “It really does vibrate.”

“It responds to arousal.”

“Yours or mine?”

“Both.”

She stroked her thumb over the tip. My wings opened so fast that one struck the wall.

Robyn laughed.

I caught her wrist, not to stop her but to hold her hand still before I spilled into it.

“You find my suffering amusing.”

“Very.”

“You are cruel.”

“And yet you still think I’m your mate.”

“Potential mate,” I corrected.

Her expression softened.

I kissed her before she could answer. This time, I lifted her from the floor and carried her to the bed. She wrapped her legs around my hips, her heat pressing against my cock through the thin fabric covering her.

I wanted to tear it away.

Instead, I lowered her onto the mattress.

Robyn pulled her shirt over her head while I removed her leggings. Her bra followed, then the small piece of black fabric between her thighs. Soon she was bare beneath me, her skin flushed and her nipples tight.

I had imagined this. My imagination had been more than inadequate. She was gorgeous. Magnificent. Unlike any female I’d ever seen.

“You’re staring,” she said.

“Yes.”