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males welcome any female contact.” Her overprotective brother had warned her
away from human males, claiming they resembled rabid beasts, having no
willpower.
    “I’m not completely human.” Kane’s knuckles whitened on the
steering wheel.
    “If you were completely Orogone you’d need my touch.”
Eshe watched the scenery. A hawk perched on a wire, his gaze on the field below
him. Fir trees swayed in the wind. The space between houses increased.
    “You’d want me,” she murmured, trembling, her pain
escalating. If she were a normal Orogone , able to assimilate perfectly
with the humans, he’d want her also.
    “I’ve had a hard-on since we met.” Kane placed her hand on
his thigh, easing her torment. “I want you.” He gripped the steering wheel, his
expression ominously dark. “But we have to focus on our mission.”
    “Can you focus on our mission with a hard-on?” She used his
words.
    He didn’t answer her question.
    Because he can’t focus on our mission. Her spirits
lifted, hope returning. He wants me too much. “Let me take care of you,
my One.” She moved her hand to Kane’s groin and he jerked. “Let me pleasure you
as you drive.” She unzipped his pants, slid her fingers inside the fabric,
touched bare skin. Her One didn’t believe in excess clothing, this quirk
thrilling her.
    “Eshe.” He spread his legs, giving her easier access.
    “Concentrate on the road, Kane.” She curled her fingers
around his shaft. His cock was soft yet rigid, an intriguing combination. Eshe
pumped him as she’d seen the big-breasted women in the research videos pump
their pizza-delivering males.
    “Ohhhh…” she moaned, recalling their sex noises. “You’re so
big.” A large cock was a sign of virility in human males, much revered in their
culture. “Yes.” Eshe ran out of dialogue. The research women hadn’t been prone
to excessive talking.
    “Grip me harder,” Kane ordered, demanding more.
    Eshe complied, closing her fingers around him tighter, happy
to have instructions. A bead of pre-cum formed on his broad tip. She swiped her
thumb over him, glazing his skin with the glistening moisture, and he
shuddered, his shoulders shaking. “You smell delicious.” She breathed in his
distinctive scent, imprinting him on her brain. “I wish to taste you.”
    A strangled noise came from Kane’s throat that Eshe
interpreted as consent. She set her sunglasses on the dash, draped her stomach
over the middle console and lowered her face between the steering wheel and her
One’s rigid body. Clasping his base, she extended her tongue and flicked his
tip.
    The Hummer swerved, horns blared and Kane cursed. He tasted
of sweetness, intoxicating and right. Eshe laved his skin with her tongue,
circled his rim, followed a vein down his shaft, wetting him, cleansing him,
teasing him.
    “Fuck.” Kane rested one of his palms on her head. “That
feels good.”
    I pleased him. The heat from her mark spread across
her chest, his praise rebuilding her battered self-worth. The research women
did more than lick their males. Eshe pushed her lips over Kane’s cock head, and
the vehicle’s speed increased, the floor vibrating under her.
    She sank lower and lower, his cock filling her mouth. His
tip tapped the back of her throat and she tilted her head, taking all of him.
    “Yes, Eshe.” Kane’s fingers twisted in her hair as she
sucked. “Fuck me with that sweet mouth of yours.” He pulled her upward and pinpricks
of pain shot across her scalp, stimulating her. She maintained the suction as
she withdrew, her cheeks indenting around him.
    “You’re so hot.” He guided her up and down him, taking
control of their joining. “Wet.” She slid her tongue along his shaft, savoring
the feel of him. “Perfect for me.” His pace increased, his hips lifting.
    Kane ravished her mouth, using her for his pleasure, and
Eshe followed his lead eagerly, learning how to satisfy her male. His coarse
private curls tickled