Mission: Guardian Angel (Veslor Mates Book 2) Read online

  Abby blushed. The walls were soundproof, thankfully. None of his grouping would hear them if they had sex.

  They all finished eating, and Drak led her into his room before veering toward the shower. “I will be quick.”

  She nodded, watching him enter the bathroom. It was tempting to follow him. She hesitated for about a minute before doing just that. The door wasn’t locked when she tested it. Water was already on in the shower, and Drak’s discarded clothing were on the floor.

  “How do you feel about having me wash your back?”

  He opened the shower door. “I would enjoy that.”

  Her gaze left his to slowly travel down his wet, nude body. “You are so sexy, and your muscles have muscles.” She stared a little too long at his hardening shaft. “I get the full package with you, Drak.”

  “Come in here with me.”

  She quickly stripped and joined him. Drak slid his hands around her waist and lifted her, making her gasp in surprise when she found herself pinned against the wall. His mouth came down over hers, and she kissed him back. Her body responded full force, remembering exactly how good it would feel once he was inside her.

  Abby moaned against his tongue and hiked her legs up, wrapping them around his waist. His wet flesh was a bit slippery, but Drak kept a firm hold on her, keeping her in place as they continued to kiss.

  He finally broke away, both of them breathing heavily. “I want to take you on the bed. Not in here. Your skin is so delicate.”

  “I don’t care! Take me now.”

  He growled low. “Don’t tempt me to lose control, female.”

  She smiled at him playfully. “But it would be fun.”

  He gently lowered her down the front of him, and she dropped her chin, staring at his cock. He was big, thick…and her belly fluttered. “I want you so much right now.”

  “I want you, too.”

  She blindly reached for the body wash on a shelf and poured some in her hand. “At least let me take the edge off.”

  “I don’t understand. By soaping me?”

  “It’s lubrication.”

  “I create my own.”

  She hesitated, staring at his cock. Clear liquid came from the head of his shaft. She used a knuckle to gently brush against it. It felt slick as it coated her skin. She smiled. “Nice.”

  She put the bottle back and rinsed her hand. Then she gently gripped his shaft. The clear liquid he created felt better than soap or lotion. To test it, she stroked her hands over his cock. He was right. There was no dry friction. A deep groan came from Drak and as she peered up at him, his emerald eyes narrowing into slits.

  “You do make your own lubrication. That’s so cool.”

  “Your hands are pleasingly soft.”

  “Just wait.” She began to stroke him faster, slightly tightening her grip around the thick girth of his cock from top to bottom. He seemed to enjoy it, from the sounds he made.

  Drak turned slowly and put his back against the wall, spreading his legs a little. She watched as his stomach tensed, the muscles bunching there in ripples. He had to be the sexiest man ever. Just looking at him, touching him, turned her on enough to ache painfully. She eased her hand to the base of his shaft, feeling something hard there.

  Abby lowered to her knees.

  Drak inhaled sharply, gasping. “What are you doing?”

  “I’m getting to know you here, remember?” At that level, she could see what she’d touched. It fascinated her to see what he called a yunce. It was a slightly curved protrusion, a solid barrier that seemed to keep his balls and dick separated. She ran her fingertips over it. The texture was bumpy, the curve angled slightly toward his backside.

  She slid her fingertip over the edge of it and came into contact with something large and warm, and knew that had to be his nuts.

  Drak groaned. “Extremely sensitive. When I am aroused, I swell there, and my yunce separates. It’s the only time my seed sac is exposed.”

  “Got it. I’ll be careful.”

  He had one large ball. It did feel swollen, and really warm. Another yunce was behind it, also curved, but that one toward his front. Now she understood—when his ball wasn’t swollen, both of those pieces would totally cover it.

  “I get what you mean now.”

  He growled. “I’m about to lose control.”

  She smiled, gripped his cock with both hands again, and slowly rose to her feet. Abby pressed up against him, trapping that hard length between their bodies as she stroked him. He definitely took two hands to jack off. At least with her hands.

  He threw his head back, and his mouth opened as he began to purr deeply in his throat and chest, making that sound she loved. His shaft pulsed in her hands, growing even harder, and then he was coming. She looked down, watching as he did. It wasn’t clear, more of a white substance.

  Drak suddenly pulled her hands off his shaft and stepped under the water. He pulled her in under the spray with him, washing his seed off them both.

  “Bed now!” He snarled the words.

  “Okay.”

  “Go. I will wash fast. I want you on it with your legs spread.”

  Abby didn’t need to be told twice. She’d gotten him off but she was hurting with need. She exited the shower, quickly dried off, and almost ran to the bed. Drak loved to take her bent over, so she grabbed a few of the pillows at the top of the mattress, dropped them on the floor beside it, and went to her knees. Then she leaned her chest onto the bed.

  The water in the bathroom cut off. She hadn’t bothered to close the door. Drak came out seconds later, his hair still wet. She watched him from over her shoulder and loved the way he growled, passion clearly stamped on his features. He dropped down behind her, grabbed her hips, and shoved her a little higher onto the mattress. Then he was entering her.

  She was wet and ready to take him.

  Abby fisted the covers as he slowly thrust into her. Drak took his time working his way deeper inside her pussy, until that yunce thing was pressed against her clit. Then he began to fuck her fast and deep.

  Moans tore from her throat. “Yes!”

  “You are perfect,” Drak growled, pinning her under his bigger body, his lips pressed close to her ear. The deep purring in his chest started up, vibrating along her back. The climax built quickly, until she was screaming out his name.

  He kept going, drawing out her extasy, until she came a second time. That’s when she felt him follow her. He lowered his head, his mouth pressing against her shoulder, and she felt the sharp points of his teeth bite down.

  Abby jolted. He didn’t break skin—she hoped—but the nip was near painful.

  He stilled over her, his shaft buried deeply inside her.

  “Am I bleeding?” She really didn’t care much, since it didn’t hurt once his teeth released her skin.

  “No. I apologize. I don’t know why I did that.”

  She turned her head, catching her breath. “Do Veslors bite when they mate? Vivian didn’t mention that to me.”

  He shook his head, holding her gaze. “We shift.”

  That shocked her. “I thought you only did that if you wanted to have a cub.”

  “It’s also how we mate. That is why only mated couples have cubs.”

  She remembered him saying that on the shuttle when they’d first talked. “Oh.”

  “I would have to shift to make you my mate.”

  That scared her just a tiny bit. She hadn’t seen an adult Veslor shifted but she’d seen Klad since his birth. He was as cute as could be as an alien panther baby, but a full-sized one…she doubted Drak would look so adorable.

  Drak adjusted his big body over hers, putting his face closer. “I wouldn’t hurt you.”

  “Can I see you shifted? Um, while you’re not inside me?”

  Conflict showed on his features. “We shift to protect ourselves. Aggression levels must be high to transform.” His gaze darted to her mouth. “Or to mate. It’s not something we do easily. Intense emo