He wanted to share sex with Alli again. Now. His chin lowered to glare at the erect shaft betraying his lack of self-control of his own body functions. 46 would goad him if she were alive to see the day he allowed a human to get the better of him. He shifted his gaze higher to watch Alli wash her hair. His lips parted to reveal his fangs and he took a few steps closer to her and kept going.

She spun to stare at him when he jerked open the flimsy, transparent shower door. He paused, noted the shampoo in her hair, and hesitated.

“Wash it out now.”

The fear in her eyes almost made him wince but she didn’t argue or refuse his demand. Her head tilted back into the spray of water to do his bidding. He watched until he didn’t see any of it in the pale, wet strands. His arm shot out to hook around her waist and he lifted her. He paused and suddenly stepped into the tight space with her. Hot water sluiced down his body and he turned to present his back, adjusting her higher in his hold against his chest. His interested dick couldn’t be hidden from her since it nestled tightly against her ass.

Her head twisted and she stared at his face, fear still showing in her blue gaze. A part of him hated to see it. The soft sound she made—almost a whimper—caused him to gentle his hold around her waist.

“I won’t hurt you, Alli.” He partly regretted assuring her of her safety because she was human. Fear was good for them to feel. It reminded them that he was dangerous to their well-being but she wasn’t comparable to the ones he’d grown to hate. “Don’t fight me.”

He used his free hand to twist off the flow of water and stepped out of the stall. The shower had soaked the floor but he didn’t care. He stormed back into his room and didn’t stop until they reached the bed. He paused there to study it. His gaze finally met her worried blue eyes.

“You will collapse. You aren’t strong.”

“8—Obsidian,” she whispered. “What are you doing? Please put me down.”

He noticed how she corrected herself after almost using his number. He considered the bed again. Her hands gripped his forearm at her waist but she didn’t dig her nails into his skin to inflict pain or struggle.

A growl rumbled from his chest. “You aren’t strong enough.”

“I know I can’t make you lower me to the floor.”

He frowned. “Your arms aren’t strong enough to brace to take me. How do your males mount you?”

Her tongue darted out to wet her lips. “You want me again?”

“From behind. You will enjoy it.” He eased his hold more, just enough to allow her to slide down his front. The feel of his c**k rubbing against her ass and lower back made him want her more.

She turned in his hold and chewed on her bottom lip. He knew that telling sign of her emotions. She was unsure of what to do but the trepidation wasn’t there anymore when he studied her closely. A small hand lifted timidly to rest near his heart. It trembled but he wasn’t sure if she was chilled or nervous.

“Why do you insist on doggy style?”

“What does that mean? Is it an insult to my heritage?”

“No! Mounting from behind is called that term.”

“Taking a female bent over in front of a male is how it is done.”

Her eyes widened. He glanced away from her to glare at the bed. He could put her in the center of it and brace her under him by caging her with his legs and arms. One arm around her waist would help support her to keep her from falling forward. His dick jerked with the promise of doing just that.

“Um, Obsidian?”

“Yes?” He glanced back at her.

“Have you only had sex in that position?”

“No. I just shared sex with you facing me. You refused to release me or I would have taken you the right way.”

Alli paled slightly and she leaned against him when she swayed a little on her feet. Alarm shot through him. Had he harmed her? His arm hooked tighter around her middle again to make certain she didn’t fall. Perhaps sharing sex with him once had worn her out. She looked a little pale and he was pretty certain her legs wobbled.

Weak humans. Anger surged. She was too frail to take him. He should have known better but his talk with Moon had given him hope she could handle a Species male.

Chapter Ten

Alli swayed a bit from the shock of his statement. “Are you saying you only mounted other women from behind? On your knees? Always?”

Obsidian tilted his head. “I only had a mate. I took her that way. It is how it is done.”

“Oh shit,” she gasped, taken aback. He had to be over thirty years old by her calculations and clues from his body. Species were harder to estimate but she was sure she was in the correct age range.

“What is wrong? Do you need rest?”

“You never experimented during sex? Did other things with her in different positions?”

“I used my mouth on her to get her interested in sharing sex. She enjoyed my tasting her.”

He suddenly shifted his stance and lifted her off the floor into the cradle of his arms. She didn’t know why he spread her out over the mattress until he tucked the covers around her body.

“I will give you time to recover.”

Her hand snagged his. “We need to talk.” She struggled to sit and tugged him closer. He perched grudgingly on the edge of the mattress.

“Rest for a short time. I want you again soon.”

He glanced down at his c**k and she followed his gaze. He remained hard. An array of emotions passed through Alli as her thoughts raced to accept the personal details of his sexual history. It was limited at best and she felt guiltier. She took slow breaths to calm her dismay until she was ready to speak. Giving someone Obsidian’s size and age “the talk” wasn’t the easiest thing she’d ever contemplated.