Brooks, Cheryl Cat Star 03 Rogue

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.The other one didn'tseem terribly pleased to see me not quite scowling, butcertainly not smiling.As they had positioned themselves on either side ofScalia's chair, across the table from me, I had an excel-lent view of them both.They didn't seem particularlyshy, either, not minding a bit that I couldn't take myeyes off them.The blue-eyed one was fair-skinned withthe most spectacular hair jet black with a thick streakof white running through it near his temple hanging tohis waist in perfect spirals.The other also had black hairwhich curled to his waist, but with a similarly placedorange stripe, green eyes, and more tawny skin.Theyboth possessed upswept eyebrows and pointed ears, aswell as vertical pupils that seemed to glow slightly.Thegreen-eyed one yawned just then, revealing a mouthfulof sharp white teeth with canines that looked downrightdangerous.All in all, they put me in mind of Earth's ti-gers the one Bengal, and the other Siberian but theyhad body hair more like that of human males, not the furyou would expect to find on a cat.Neither of them hadbeards, but I wasn't close enough to determine whetheror not this was natural.Both were tall, broad-chested,and lean, with smooth, rippling muscles and perfectlyproportioned limbs.It was no wonder Scalia had paid afortune for them!All of this possibly wouldn't have mattered if theyhadn't had one other notable attribute: they were bothhung like horses.A crass description, perhaps, but it wasaccurate, nonetheless.Unfortunately, they were not, asScalia had mentioned before, aroused.The mere thoughtof what they might look like if they were aroused mademy mouth go dry, and I attempted to take another sipfrom an empty glass."My guest needs more wine," Scalia said, crooking afinger toward the Siberian tiger.Nodding, he collected a flask from the sideboard andcame around the table.When he leaned over to pour thewine, his cock was just below my eye level, but as myeyes were slightly downcast, I had an excellent view ofit.Among other things, I noted that the jewels on hisgenital cuff were every bit as blue as his eyes.Scalia,it seemed, was not the slightest bit color-blind and hadpaid attention to detail when decorating her slaves."Thank you," I said hoarsely."You are very welcome," he replied."It is my plea-sure to serve you."His deep voice was like melted butter and, eventhough polite, his choice of words had me envisioningall manner of pleasurable things none of them havinganything to do with food or drink.I couldn't help butlook up at him, and, when our eyes met, he smiled againand blinked slowly.Then I watched, fascinated, as hisnostrils flared with a deep inhalation and his smile in-tensified, as did the hot blue of his eyes."Oh, excellent!" Scalia said in hushed tones.Yes, he is! Excellent, perfect, amazing, unbeliev-able and just about any other superlative you'd care touse.Still gazing up at him, I felt as though I were aboutto melt into a puddle and slide off my chair.Honestly,if I'd ever felt a more overwhelming sense of desire forany other man in the galaxy, this one would have mademe forget it.I felt something wet drop onto my hand.Glanc-ing down to see if I was, indeed, melting, I saw whatScalia had undoubtedly been referring to, for the tiger'spenis was now fully erect.As thick and long as awell-endowed human's would have been, it also had awide, scalloped corona at the base of the head that wasobviously there for one reason only: to give the great-est possible pleasure to any woman fortunate enoughto be penetrated by it.Looking closer, I noted that theclear fluid that had fallen on my hand appeared to becoming, not from the opening at the apex, but from thestarlike points of the corona.I tried to swallow and couldn't.I looked up at himagain with what must have been an expression of rawhunger mingled with guilt written clearly upon my face.In return, what I saw on his face was the most openinvitation to partake of anything I'd ever seen.His mes-merizing eyes beckoned, his full lips promised sensuousdelights beyond my wildest imaginings, and his pro-vocative smile assured me of his knowledge of everypossible way to drive a woman wild.He was offeringhimself to me completely without saying a word.Unfortunately, just as I was about to take a taste ofhim, I suddenly remembered where I was.We werenot alone, and he was a slave who belonged to the liz-ard queen sitting across the table from me [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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