The ‘salute’ redirected her attention to his face since both members seemed to be looking up. She didn’t especially like the glitter in his eyes, particularly since the discovery of two cocks had brought home the fact that she wasn’t dealing with a human male. “I … uh … didn’t know you had two.”

“And you only have one womb—unlike our women.” He shrugged. “But I’ll figure it out.”

Noelle gaped at him, struggling not to think about the other hole he was clearly referring to.

He stunned her by striding past the bed as soon as he’d discarded all of his clothing and heading into the bathroom.

She head the water rush from the showerhead.

All the moisture in her nether regions dried up from overexposure.

But chill tendrils of air wafted around her like ghostly fingers, teasing her most sensitive areas. Her heart rate steadied, but at an elevated rate that pumped the blood into her nipples and her clit. They began to throb while she lay listening to the water running, waiting, knowing he had every intention of taking full advantage of her helplessness.

Almost hoping he would.

Because she wanted to get it over with, she assured herself.

And her imagination took over and began to tease her with the things he might do and her nipples throbbed harder and the throat of her sex clenched and unclenched, secreting moisture to replace what she’d lost. And her clit seemed to swell.

Far from having relaxed from sheer boredom or weariness while he lingered interminably in the shower, Noelle was so worked up by the time he emerged, bringing with him a cloud of steam, that she could hardly focus on anything beyond her throbbing nipples and clit.

She shivered, but it was in anticipation. “I’m cold,” she complained, to save face, because she didn’t want him to know she wanted him to do … something.”

He lifted his brows. “You won’t be long.”

Noelle swallowed audibly.

Drak dropped the towel and moved to the bed. Settling on his knees between her parted thighs, he stroked her legs and touched the chains. “I can see you’re wondering about these,” he murmured. “No doubt you’ll think it a curious thing but when we kiss one of our women they fall into a trance-like state. Rather like a dead thing … except still warm.”

Noelle couldn’t help it, her eyes widened in shock.

He snorted. “Oh they’re aware—very much—they just go limp. The supports make it easier to service them.” He stroked his hand down and plucked at her throbbing clit with this fingers. “In your case—well, very different.”

He shifted. Settling on his belly between her legs, he lowered his head and covered the tip of one breast with his mouth, pinching the throbbing nipple with the edge of his teeth. The jolt that went through Noelle made her jerk all over in spite of her efforts to ignore his teasing. Her belly clenched—hard—when he ceased raking with his teeth and began to suck the abused flesh.

He teased that nipple so long she realized what was in store for her.

He had no intention of making this easy or quick. He meant to torment her to teach her a lesson.

He wanted to her know he could do anything he wanted to her.

Unfortunately, she didn’t realize just how patient he was. He focused on that one sensitive point until every nerve ending in her body was screaming for attention, until it felt like her other nipple and her clit would explode with the pulse of blood. He alternated between pulling at the nipple with mouth and tongue and raking it with his teeth until she was nearly mindless.

And just when she thought she was going to lose her mind, he shifted and caught hold of the throbbing twin.

She yelped, nearly passed out at the sensation that shot through her.

He ignored her distress.

For hours, it seemed to her, he teased one nipple and then the other until her throat was bone dry from panting and her sex was awash with the moisture seeping from the walls of her sex.

She was just relieved, she thought, when he pulled away at last, thinking he meant to give her some respite, hopeful he might finish it.

Instead, he scooted back and caught her clit as he had her nipples. She nearly passed out that time.

She nearly came, but he made it clear he wasn’t going to allow that. After sucking at the sensitive bud until she began to groan and shake, he stopped as abruptly as he’d started. Shifting to the bed beside her, he contented himself with stroking her trembling flesh for a while, allowing her to cool just enough that it was sheer torture when he started again.

After a while she lost track of time. It seemed to go on forever, for hours, until her body was so wracked with a combination of pleasure and pain that she almost felt feverish, delirious.

She’d lost all hope that he would do anything beyond torturing her sensitive areas with pleasure when he moved between her thighs and she felt the probe of his cock against the mouth of her sex. He caught her hips, holding her in place while he forced the thick head of his cock into the mouth of her sex.

She panted for breath, her heart hammering in her chest in anticipation—because she could do nothing but wait and hope he meant to end her torment.

Then she felt the probe of his other cock against her rectum.

Fortunately, she didn’t have the chance to tense and cause herself pain at the penetration. He entered in a swift motion, driving deeply along both channels at once and filling her until she feared for a handful of moments that he was going to rip her in half. She was so wet, however, that her body merely engulfed him, adjusting with an effort, but it did adjust rather than tear despite the burning sensation she felt.

And then he withdrew and she thought he meant to tease her more.

She was wrong.

Evidently he’d reached his limit. With barely a pause, he began to pound into her almost frenziedly. Her heart leapt. Her body climbed swiftly toward completion.

And then missed it entirely when he came—and then left.

Noelle was near to weeping when he started all over again. She struggled to ignore his efforts to arouse her, but it was a losing battle. For hours, days, weeks, a lifetime he brought her to the brink of completion and then left her hanging.

She hated him a while and loved him madly, desperately for a while. She begged. She cursed him. And then she begged some more.

Toward dawn, when she’d reached a point of exhaustion where she could barely respond anymore, he asked her if she thought she would be tempted to betray his trust again.

She lied and told him she’d learned her lesson.

That time when he drove into her, he kept thrusting until she reached her peak and came screamingly. And then passed out.

He was gone when she woke.

She was free of the restraints and so sore she couldn’t move without crying out.

Everything on her hurt.

She lay staring at the ceiling for a while, trying to decide if she hated him more and wanted to kill the bastard or loved him.

The frightening thing was that she was afraid she did love him and she’d enjoyed every minute of the torture even while she’d wavered between wanting to come and wanting to kill him for keeping her from her goal.

After sitting in the hot shower for an hour, Noelle thought she was going to have to crawl back to the bed. Much of the soreness was gone, but the heat of the shower had also drawn every ounce of strength from her muscles. Sighing, she dried off and hobbled back to the bed.

Drak brought her breakfast.

She ignored it and she ignored him.

“Eat. You need to keep your strength up.”

Noelle jerked upright at that, staring at him in horror.

He missed the look. As soon as he’d spoken, he turned and left, closing the door firmly behind him.

She’d managed to dress herself and begun to pick at the food when there was a timid knock at the door and then Jules opened it and poked his head in, studying her worriedly.