In The Corsair's Bed (Corsairs, #2)

by Ruby Dixon

I’ve learned that Tarekh is like a big, easygoing teddy bear of a devil-alien.

Ah, kef. She’s going to be the death of me, I think, because I’m already wrapped around her small human fingers and she doesn’t even realize it.

She’s a cruel little thing and I love it.

Fran pulls a bright metal collar out of her pocket and snaps it around her neck, handing Kivian the decorative chain. “Arf arf,” she jokes,

“A safe word,” she muses, fingering the collar on her neck. “That’s a good idea. Something human?” Fran says, “That works.” Cat gives me another playful look and I feel like I’m about to break into another cold sweat. “Leather daddy?” Fran snorts.

"We'll scandalize all of them," Kivian promises her. "Watch me break seven sanitary laws in a single swoop, my pet." He pulls her wrist to his mouth and licks it sensuously. "Done."