Free Swept Off Her Feet by Camille Anthony

friend over you. I want you too desperately to delay for long, but I will give you the choice of when and where we seal our bond…here and now? Or tomorrow, on board the ship?”
    “I choose tomorrow,” she said quickly, thankful for any reprieve, marveling at how open he was being with her.
    “You do truly mean me for yourself? You do not plan to share me with your men?”
    “ Share a life-mate? ” He drew back, his face contorted in a horrified scowl. “By the stars, fem , where came you by this blasphemy? What perversions have been spawned on this Rojas -forsaken planet?”
    His shock seemed so unfeigned and deep, it convinced her of his sincerity. She slumped in relief. “It is not the practice among my father’s people, as far as I know, though it has been known to happen here on Earth. I was unsure of your intentions.”
    “My intentions, this day, are to influence your pava and flowering towards me. I will seat your nipples, and if you are cooperative with that, I will grant you the day’s delay of our full joining.” He shrugged. “More than that I cannot do.”
    “ Seating …not just sitting down. I seem to know that it is something sexual, something important to do with a couple becoming mates.” Her gaze went without thought to the circular indentions in the prince’s chest. “What does seating have to do with your scars?”
    His thick brows drew together. “I was told you were raised among Humans, but I cannot believe you were allowed to grow to maturity uneducated about your own sexuality and biological legacy.”
    She didn’t especially care for that note of pity she heard in his voice. “I wasn’t found until after my first pava . But since you seem to enjoy using seating to threaten me, I’ll let you do the explaining, Prince.”
    “That you can label it a threat tells me how woefully ignorant you are. I have issued you no threats. I have only made the very real promise to make you my cherzda’va .
    “As for the seating , I’ll gladly explain if you’ll stop trying to convince yourself you are in danger. Come. Sit here, beside me.” He patted the mattress.
    “I’d rather stand, thank you!”
    He gave her a level stare from beneath down-drawn brows, silently waiting.
    Sighing audibly, trailing her towel, she flounced over to the bed and flopped down. “All right, I’m here. So talk!”
    He didn’t say a word. Instead, taking her hand and placing it brazenly in his lap, Devtorvas forcibly folded her hand around his hot, mammoth, and still expanding sex, anchoring her fingers under his own. Directing her hand in a slow glide, he drew their linked fingers over the rough denim, slowly tracing the changing contours of his stiff, pulsating cock. “This,” he instructed calmly, “is my cherzda .” He pressed her palm into the soft mass of his balls, “And these are my sirat . You shall be my cherzda’va —the only woman my cherzda rises for.”
    “The biology lesson would have been fine as a verbal tour, you know.” She yanked her hand free. “You could have instructed me without the tactile assistance.” She was embarrassed and at the same time unbearably aroused by his bold words and bolder gestures. Her fingers and the palm of her hand tingled with the remembered heft of the Prince’s arousal, the weightiness of his balls. She had never felt anything so huge in her life. Ron-the-”Rocket’s” firecracker member was an ice cream stick in comparison…no, a toothpick . She smothered a guilty laugh by covering her blushing cheeks and mouth with both hands.
    “I could have, yes,” Devtorvas agreed. “But you need to learn how to handle me, grow accustomed to me.”
    How unbelievably arrogant of him. As if his huge cock was enough to convince her to give in to him totally. She fully anticipated enjoying their foreplay, and had no intention of forgetting her plans to call a halt before the actual lovemaking, no matter how her insides were screaming for a chance to be