Devi's Distraction (Icehome, #6)

by Ruby Dixon

You’ve studied anatomy textbooks. You’ve seen porn. You saw Game of Thrones. This is just another penis.

I’m fascinated at the sight and have to bite back the request to touch it.

I’m not that kind of girl men lose their minds over, though. I’ve always been the buddy, the friend, the dependable one. Even on an alien planet, I’m still friend-zoned.

I want to ask her all kinds of things about human females—why their teats are large, what it looks like where their tails should be, if my cock truly is as big to her as she thinks it is—but they feel too intimate just yet. I remember the expression on her face as I washed myself, as if she wanted to look away but could not.

As she smiles at me again, I am entranced by her expression. This female is fascinating. I love her curious mind and her eagerness for the world. I hope that B’shit—or whoever I resonate to—is like D’vi. That would make me a very happy male indeed.

“I see. I guess the humans will not be taking part in that one.” “You can cheer for me,” he says, sounding like every other macho jerk on earth. “Lucky me,” I say drily.

“Let me touch you,” I entreat her. “Just for pleasure. Nothing more. No promises, just joy. I will not hold you and call you mine, and I will not expect you to do the same.” It is painful to speak such things, because every fiber of my being demands that I claim her.

“But I would rather have you for one day than regret it for all of them.”

I know in this moment that no matter what happens, Devi is mine. I will tear my khui from my chest if it dares to resonate to another.

Even now, my Devi is excited to learn. She will kill me with her enthusiasm.

“I would do anything you ask, my Devi.” Except let you go.

“And you are mine.” I lean in and lick her fur. “And you are sweet.” Devi chuckles. “I’m pretty sure most guys don’t lick that.” “Then they are fools. I will lick you everywhere and enjoy all of it.”

I knew oral was supposed to be incredible but I was not prepared for a man that just wanted to go down on me for hours. How can I resist?

“You are the strongest hunter I know,” he says, utterly serious. “And you are yet recovering. Give yourself time and you will put us all to shame once more.” I look over at him in surprise, and I realize he speaks the truth. In his eyes, he sees me as strongest. Not as broken, nor useless, just strong. I nod at him, unable to find the words to express how I feel. Seeing the respect in his eyes makes me feel…different. Better.

“You’re so w-warm.” Her breath fans against my skin, and my cock would be rock hard if her ice-cold fingers were not curled around it.