Corsairs - Straik (Corsair Brothers 3) - Page 89

I stare at her, shocked…and aroused. I love when she insists on having her way with me. And now that my cock no longer feels like it's on fire, I like that idea, too. My erection presses against my trou, the piercings pushing against the fabric and reminding me that they're there. "You're in charge."

"I am," she tells me, all defiance, and it just makes me ache for her even more.

67

RUTH

He seems happy to see me, so I'm going to take that as a good sign and push for more.

I guide him to the water's edge, close enough to the waves that they're lapping at the hem of his terrible robe. Why such a gorgeous, built man dresses like an old wizard, I have no idea. He should show off his delicious body. Make everyone around him jealous. Make me thirsty.

Well, actually, I'm thirsty for him no matter how he dresses, because I know what's underneath all the layers. I turn toward him, touching the auto-fastener hidden in the thick fabric of his collar. It slithers open with a hiss, exposing another layer of black clothing underneath (good lord) and I push his robe off his shoulders. "You'll enjoy the beach a lot more if you're dressed for it."

He glances down. "Seems like you're un-dressing me for it."

"Same thing." I lift my chin. "I'm wearing practically nothing—"

"I couldn't help but notice," he mutters, glancing down the beach to glare at one of the guards.

"You should do the same. The water feels good against your overheated skin."

Straik gives me a thoughtful look. "What makes you think I'm overheated?"

"Because you're wearing a million layers? Or because you're around me? Take your pick." I tug at the robe until it falls to his feet, swirling in the ocean waves that lap at our ankles. His boots are going to get ruined, but I'm not sure he cares. He's watching me like a hawk, looming over me in that possessive way of his. Once he's in nothing but his black undershirt that clings to his body and his black underwear, his tail flicks, an invitation for me to touch him. His cock looks like a fantastic package, all thick and promising, tenting the front of his trunks. "Well, hello there."

I reach for him, but Straik stops me, catching my wrist before I can cup his length.

Hurt flashes through me. "What, you don't want me to touch you anymore?"

"You can. Just…be gentle." His cheeks are deep blue with either a blush or overheating. "Careful."

"I'm not careful with you?" That comment stings, too. "Is that why you don't want to touch me anymore? Or for me to touch you? You think I'm too rough?" Of all the things I thought that were going on between us, it wasn't that I was too grabby. Jesus. I thought he liked my boldness, but I guess not.

Straik puts a hand under my chin, tipping my face up. "Before you get angry, listen to me." His voice is low, calm. "I haven't touched you in this last week because it's been…painful."

Painful? "Why?"

With my wrist still locked in his grip, he takes my hand and guides it to his cock. He settles my fingers oh-so-carefully against his length, and then waits. I don't understand until he shifts slightly, and then something hard and beaded rubs against my skin through the fabric.

Oh. My eyes widen and I—carefully, carefully—brush my fingers over the head of his cock. Not one but two metal balls pierce the crown. One on top, and one on bottom. Okay, well, that explains the “gently” comments. "Why on earth did you pierce your cock?"

And why now?

He licks his lips, and for some reason, there's a shy expression on his face. "I wanted to do it for you."

"Now?"

"I didn't need one before I met you." The base of his horns is as deeply colored as his cheeks, a sign that he's feeling awkward. "A male gets his cock pierced for his female's pleasure. To show her that what she needs in a relationship is important to him. To put her needs above his own."

Now that's something I can get behind in this strange space society. I run my finger over the tip through the fabric of his underwear, feeling the piercings. His cock is hard underneath my hand, and when I touch one, he jerks each time. I'm sure the others on guard—Zaemen and Jerzec—are watching me fondle their captain, but I don't care. This moment feels important. Like Straik's trying to tell me something in his socially awkward way. My breath catches in my throat as a new idea occurs to me. "Is this like…a wedding ring?"

"If you wish for me to add a ring, too, I can." Straik's expression becomes stoic, resigned. "Just tell me where you want it placed." He grimaces. "I will probably need another week to recover, though."

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