He turned toward her and stood still.
Sasha couldn’t tell if they were speaking. Maybe they were having a lively telepathic conversation, but she could only read b ody language. His was calm and unthreatening. She seemed nervous, flinging her hands out in gestures of rejection. But when he didn’t move toward her, she edged out from the corner, sniffing the air like a wary animal. He held out a black-clawed hand, slow and easy.
Sasha couldn’t understand what was going on. Was this one of the experiments? What were their mysterious captors hoping to see? This furry female wasn’t supposed to be his… food was she? Nervously, she pulled her legs up and wrapped arms around her knees, eyes riveted on the next cell.
The golden female seemed to be getting over her wariness, approaching the male with her upper lip curled in a snarl, dark eyes taking on a predator’s gleam. Sidling up to within arm’s length, the female paused, looking down his body and licking her lips before she reached out with all four of her hands and touched him.
He stayed still, letting her hands slide over him. Then she dropped to a crouch in front of him and Sasha watched every muscle in his lean body bunch with tension.
Sasha gasped, fearing the female had chomped into him with those sharp teeth. She saw only his back, could see only par ts of the female past his tense legs. Then Sasha saw the female fondle her own breasts, tugging on brown nipples with two hands while another slipped between her legs. The male’s buttocks quivered and his hips began to move in a rhythm Sasha suddenly recognized.
Her jaw dropped as the realization hit. Sex not violence. Oh my god.
Then the golden female reared back, spinning with lithe speed to kneel, elbows braced, legs spread wide, presenting her ass and pussy to the male she had just been sucking off so enthusiastically.
The male whose smooth voice had sounded so gentle and concerned in Sasha’s mind sank to his knees, grabbed the simian’s ass, and snapped his hips forward in a powerful thrust. Sasha could hear nothing, but the female’s mouth hung open, eyes wild and face red as she looked back over her shoulder, her entire body shuddering under his pounding rhythm.
Belatedly Sasha realized she was staring like a voyeur and twisted around, heat flooding her face and rolling down her body in a flush of embarrassment and reluctant lust. She was breathing hard, heart thundering in her chest, skin tingling all over. A light film of sweat dampened her skin as she sat in a daze, trying to come to terms with what she’d seen. A memory of his lean hips driving forward ambushed her and she gasped, nipples tightening to needy buds, pussy clenching emptily and her clit a throbbing knot.
What the hell are you doing? She thought to herself. She’d just found out she was the victim of kidnap and instead of finding a way to escape she was drooling over alien sex in the next cell. Listening to her own harsh breathing, she looked around again desperately. But escaping this featureless little box was going to take a lot more than wishful thinking. It looked completely solid, not a seam or crack, nothing . Not even the shelf with the glass, the wall now a blank white expanse.
When had that happened? Now she had nothing to look at or do except think about what deep shit she was in…and maybe watch the thrills next door. Biting her lip and calling herself a pervert, she shifted restlessly then got to her feet, pacing with her face turned away from the next cell. But she couldn’t help it—she peeked.
The golden- furred female was now straddling him, her stocky legs spread wide and straining, back bowed as she clutched him with all four hands. He was sitting with hands braced behind him, hips off the floor, driving into the female fast and hard. She thrashed and shook, breasts bouncing, jaw working as if she was howling with pleasure.
Shaken, Sasha looked away again and braced a hand on the cold wall. Wow. The