Move, he ordered his mind. He wanted to recover the moment and make it right. Moon had told him repeatedly that females enjoyed romance and males who had patience. That advice had been lost in the need to reconnect with her.

Moon and Breeze hadn’t lied to him all the times they’d sworn they’d get Alli back to him. It had all been worth it. He’d fought his rage at first when the people who claimed to want what they believed best for him had taken away the female who belonged to him. He was smart and had adapted well to learning the game he needed to play. He’d acted polite, said the words they wanted to hear and been a model Species. His reward massaged his back through his shirt. Alli.

“Wrap your legs around me,” he demanded. “Hold on.”

Her legs lifted, hooked at his waist, and he adjusted his hold on her to support her ass and mid-back. It took a lot of willpower to ignore the uncomfortable dampness of his pants clinging to his dick when he hauled her up and stood. The apartment wasn’t big but it was his space. He made it to the bedroom in ten long strides.

His gaze drifted around the room with annoyance. He hadn’t known she was coming today or he would have cleaned up the clothes he’d tossed on the floor. The bed wasn’t made but he had changed the sheets the day before. He sniffed, not picking up any offensive odors except his shoes in the closet. It was faint enough that he doubted her human senses would pick it up. Their spent passion also teased his nose and tortured him with the urge to strip her bare. He’d missed everything about her but especially the sweet taste of Alli in the throes of arousal and release.

She pulled her head back enough to look him in the eye. Their blue color sucked him in and held him captive. Her little nose was adorable and so her. His attention lowered to her tentative smile and he groaned, going for it. He hadn’t been able to kiss her much before she’d been taken but nothing was damaged about his memory.

Soft lips opened under his, her mouth hot and welcoming as his tongue met hers. It made his dick hard with jealousy that it wasn’t one with her too. The idea of penetrating her both ways urged him to take one more step until his legs hit the side of the bed. He broke the connection, needing to get their clothing out of the way. It took reserve to gently lower her instead of tossing her on his mattress.

“Strip,” he ordered, hoping this time she’d do it.

She released him when he straightened away from her. He backed up, tearing at his shirt. It sailed to the floor when he threw it and he quickly shucked his pants. Alli hadn’t seemed to notice that the front of his pants was wet where his se**n had soaked them and he used the bunched material to swipe his skin to remove the evidence. She had lain back, lifted her legs and yanked off each shoe.

Satisfaction struck when she didn’t neatly place them on the floor but instead threw them without a care where they fell. He didn’t glance to see where they landed, not wanting to miss the sight of her baring every inch of her body for his enjoyment. Her h*ps rose as she wiggled out of her pants and it only made his dick harder.

Hurry, he silently urged. He needed her. Wanted her. Had to have her. His hands gripped his thighs just to prevent himself from helping her. She didn’t have other clothing and he didn’t want her to be angry if he tore them to shreds.

The sight of her blue panties made him snarl, not happy she still wore the annoying obstacles. He’d told her to get rid of all of them but she’d disobeyed. Ways to teach her why she shouldn’t wear them instantly made his dick throb in anticipation. He’d play with her pu**y until she begged him to mount her. She’d get a reminder to not wear them before he did that though.

She tossed the pants away and her thumbs hooked the delicate straps of the tiny scraps covering her sex to wiggle her h*ps again. The curve of her na**d ass almost snapped his control while it hovered above the sheets. He wanted a view of it from another angle—bent over in front of him with his hands gripping her on both sides to hold her in place while he pounded against it with his dick buried inside her deep. She sat up to drop the panties off the edge of the bed and finally removed her shirt. The bra hid her ni**les and he growled again.

“Are you okay?” She paused.

“Take it off!”

“A little impatient?”

She smiled as if amused, something he couldn’t comprehend. There was nothing funny about how much he craved getting a glimpse at those rosy ni**les he longed to lick and suck.

“Alli,” he warned, “it’s been too long.”

The bra slid off her shoulders after she unhooked the back, bared her beautiful soft mounds with taut peaks. She spread her bent knees apart, revealing her glistening pu**y as if he needed incentive to join her. He struggled to keep in control. He wanted it to be good for her too. She rolled to her side, pushing up on her hands and knees. Her hair flipped over one shoulder when she tossed her head, adjusted a little until her ass faced him and smiled at the sight of his astonishment.

“I know. I’m wet, so ready, and I want you.” Her tongue licked her lips. “I dreamed about you mounting me. Take me.”

Animalistic urges surged so strongly inside him that he swayed a little on his feet. Forget polite, taking things slow, or Moon’s advice on how to treat a human mate. His knee dipped the bed as he settled it on the edge and his gaze lowered to her ass. It was pale and rounded, lushly curved. He wanted to grip it with both hands just to squeeze.

Her back bowed, she arched her ass higher and spread her thighs enough to give him a view of the slit of her pu**y. Pink, slick heaven he wanted to enter was right in front of him. She wagged her ass at him enough to make him want to howl.