Khyff held a drink, his free hand tucked in his pants pocket, while he listened to the man in front of him talk. Alitus had introduced them and then made a swift disappearance in the general direction of the empress, far across the room. Now Khyff was stuck pretending to be interested in an old man whose name he could not recall if his life depended on it.
The Kin female Alitus pointed out absorbed all of his attention, even though he wasn't able to look directly at her.
Mehfawni Ruh. If I'd ever thought I'd be turned on by a Kin, let alone a Ruh, I'd have shot myself. That was before I saw her. Why didn't they tell me she was beautiful? That isn't the pheromones talking, is it? No, surely not.
He smiled at the man, content not to have to speak. Apparently, the guy only wanted an audience.
Mehfawni's ears had flicked upward when she noticed him. Khyff sipped the drink. He knew enough about Kin to understand that meant interest. And then she'd flicked one in his direction. That was like saying hello.
She filled out that sparkly white dress, her body all feminine curves with large breasts and wide hips. She knows she's lookin' good. A real woman. Oops, real female, he corrected. Kin despised being called men and women. All too human for them.
Is she coming my way? He gulped another slug of the drink and reminded himself to slow down. His heart raced. Adrenaline would kick alcohol into his bloodstream faster, and he was going to need his strength if tales of Kin sexual prowess were true.
Someone mercifully captured the attention of the old man. Khyff turned to see where Mehfawni had gone.
She was standing directly behind him. Her gaze lifted from where she'd apparently been examining his ass. She did not look the least embarrassed at being found out.
She had big golden eyes with green flecks, her pupils perfectly catlike, and the longest lashes he'd ever seen. Up close, she looked more human than he'd expected. Her breasts were round and full, and the cleavage showing at the neckline teased his gaze.
"Hi."
"Hi," she said back, looking him up and down. "What's your name?"
"Khyff."
Her nose wriggled.
She was smelling him. Was that good or bad? He crossed mental fingers and hoped for good. Alitus had told him to use nonscented soap and avoid cologne. Kin liked the smell of sweat.
"Khyff, hmm? Sounds Kin."
He smiled, used to the comment. He sipped the drink. "It's not."
She laughed. "Figured that one for myself." She extended a hand. "I'm Fawni."
He shook hands with her. They hadn't told him she had such a cute nickname. He set his drink on a passing waiter droid's tray. "Like a deer?"
"Like a Kin. My full name's Mehfawni. It means hunter."
He tucked both hands in his pockets, playing it slow, like Alitus had coached. "Let her make the moves. Let her seduce you."
"Does it fit you, being called hunter?"
"Oh, yes, Khyff." She extended one claw and slid it along his jacket lapel. She smoothed the cloth, sliding her hand down to his waist. "It does indeed."
Damn. This is going to be quite a ride.
"So, Khyff. Are you intimidated by sexually aggressive women?"
His cock twitched. Are there women who aren't? I've never met any. His turn to give her body the once-over. "Sexually aggressive women? No. But you're no woman. You're a Kin female. The way I hear it, your kind is aggressive in everything."
Her fangs showed when she smiled. The bridge of her nose was higher, flatter than a human's.
"Do you have a problem with Kin?"
"No. Do you have a problem with humans?"
"No." She stroked her fingers down his lapel again, lingering on the one button of his jacket, near his waist. "Do you have a place?"
"Place?"
"Room."
Hot damn. He hadn't smiled this much in years.
Alitus had set him up with a penthouse with a fully stocked bar and plenty of snacks. Good sex always ended with the munchies.
"I'm staying in the hotel."
"Then, tell me, Khyff"--she unfastened his button--"why are we still at this party?"
Across the room, Destoiya resisted the urge to applaud as Khyff and Mehfawni walked toward the door together.
Alitus lifted an eyebrow. "It would appear the Machine is back in business."
While Khyff locked the door to his penthouse suite, Mehfawni explored the living room. The high ceiling and glass wall showed Tarth City in all its vast sparkles of color against the blackness. Modern furniture decorated the spacious room. Through double doors, a huge bed waited, the covers already turned down. Handy.
"May I offer you a drink?"
She turned back to him. Stars, he's magnificent. All smooth skin and hard planes. What does a male's body feel like without furskin? Man. A man's body.
"No, thanks. I want you out of your clothes first."
"Damn." Khyff smiled while he shrugged off his dress jacket. "Don't you want to get to know me?"
"I'll get to know you later." She started on the buttons of his shirt. "Right now, I want to fuck you."
His eyes widened.
"Khyff, don't human women tell you what they want?" She began unbuttoning his shirt.
He dropped his hands to his sides and let her pull open the garment.
"You're being so good, Khyff." Mehfawni untucked his shirt and unfastened the top of his trousers. "I do love an obedient male."
"I should be harder to get than this." He was watching her hands.
When she pushed the shirt off his shoulders, he met her gaze. His eyes were the clear, bright blue of deep water. "Harder to get? Ah fay?"
He frowned. "I'm sorry; what was that?"
"Ah fay. This means what?"
"You mean, what does 'harder to get' mean? That I shouldn't be so eager. I should make you seduce me."
She laughed. "I am seducing you." Mehfawni pulled up his undershirt. "Take this off."
He reached back to the neck and pulled it forward, over his head, then tossed it aside. He stood before her, bare from the waist up.
Her clit twitched and heat pulsed between her legs. Yes. This is what a male's body should look like. Made to give pleasure.
His ridged abdomen felt as hard as it looked. She stroked her fingers through the hair on his chest. "You're so soft. Not like Kin at all." She felt the warmth of his skin against her palms as she slid them out across his arms. "And smooth. I've never felt anything like you."
She grabbed his hand and headed toward the bedroom. Time to find out what other pleasures he had to offer.
He pulled her hand. "Don't I even get a kiss?"
His words stopped her, and she turned toward him. "Are you erect?"
Amusement lit his eyes. "Hell, yes, I'm erect. But I'd still like to get a kiss first. You don't even know my last name."
"What is it?"
"Antonello."
"Good. Now come to bed, and I'll give you as many kisses as you want while you fuck me."
"Is that a promise?"
She sighed. "Just do it."
"Damn, you're pushy." He glared at her.
"I can see human males are not at all like Kin. Once a Kin male is erect, there's no reasoning with him. Humans apparently have to think about sex before you have it."
"Far from it, lady. We're usually slapped down for going too fast."
Mehfawni tilted her head. "Then your females must be sexually torpid."
"Torpid?"
"Sluggish. Slow. Not awake."
"Hardly."
"Why else would a female be in the same room with you and not want her hands and mouth all over you, Khyff?"
He regarded her a long moment, studying her in some way she couldn't comprehend, before he unfolded his arms and gave her a wicked smile.
"Is that how you feel? That you want your hands and mouth all over me?"
"I became wet the moment I saw you, Khyff. I'm convulsing inside from desire. I want your cock to fill me and thrust into me. Do humans need to be told that?"
Again, the slow appraisal. "You don't have to tell me twice."
He scooped her up in his arms and carried her into the bedroom, kicking the door shut behind them.
Now, this is more like it.
He placed her on the bed and sat beside her while he unfastened the top of her dress. She'd worn no bra. Human fashions were such a waste. Her breasts needed no support.
Khyff brushed his hands across her nipples briefly, his gaze moving to hers. He pushed aside the dress, exposing her.
The heat that had pooled between her thighs spread upward. Her nipples peaked, and she felt them stiffen. She arched toward him.
"You're beautiful, Fawni."
"Undress me."
He peeled down her panties, pulled them off, and dropped them beside the bed. With great care, he helped her remove the dress.
Kin males were never so gentle.
She sat up, opened the front of his pants, and pushed them down his hips.
His erect penis was as big as a Kin's and circumcised, with a rosy head glistening with moisture at the tip. She caressed his shaft.
"I want to learn to take all of you into my mouth and throat, the way human women do."
He made a choking sound. I surprised him again. How?
"They don't."
"This is taboo? I thought humans--"
"No. Not taboo." Khyff stroked her face gently. "I'm too big."
Human women were torpid if they didn't want this gorgeous sahm as far inside them as it would go. She smiled.
"I will do it. But right now, I want it in my langor. Lie down."
"Langor? Vagina?"
"Yes. I want your sahm in my langor. On the bed, Khyff."
He knelt on the bed, turned his body, and lay back. "You want to be on top?"
"As wet as I am? How else? I want the freedom to take all of you inside me as fast as I want."
"You are a man's dream. You know that?"
"Thank you. Now shut up."
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