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a baby against his hard chest. Both she and Mr. Tiddles let out a startled squeak, but Tarax just smiled down at her and started walking again. She wanted to protest, but he was obviously determined not to stop, and it was a huge relief just to be off her feet.

At first she held herself stiffly, trying to maintain some sense of dignity, but his steady pace and the warmth and comfort of his arms quickly overcame her reserve. With a tired sigh she nestled her head against his shoulder. Mr. Tiddles curled up in her arms, his own eyes closing.

If someone had told her a week ago that she could fall asleep while being carried through an alien jungle by a huge native, she would have laughed in their face. But as the shadows lengthened, she did just that, and it wasn’t until Tarax shifted her position in his arms that she awoke.

He had her tucked firmly against his side, one arm under her ass while he used the other to… climb? Oh my God! She gasped and threw her arms around his neck when she realized they were already halfway up one of the enormous jungle trees. Mr. Tiddles squeaked a protest as she squeezed him between their bodies, and she reluctantly eased her grip.

Tarax rumbled something that might have been intended to be reassuring, but he sounded a little too amused for her liking.

“Dammit. Humans don’t belong in trees,” she muttered. “I really don’t think this is a good idea.”

To her relief, he came to a halt a moment later and settled down in the notch where one of the broad branches joined up with the trunk of the tree. He kept her cradled against him as he sat and she ended up in his lap – his completely naked lap. She was suddenly extremely conscious of the warm strength of his thighs beneath her and started to jump up, only to reconsider when she realized the branch wasn’t wide enough for the two of them.

Tarax made that odd rumbling laugh again and pulled her back down. She squirmed uncomfortably, and he made another noise. This one did not sound amused, and she was suddenly aware of his cock stiffening beneath her. She froze, uneasily aware that if he intended to take advantage of her, she had absolutely no hope of fending him off. The heat of his body surrounded her, his arms held her firmly but gently, and her heart raced—but not entirely from fear.

He growled something else, a low rumble that was somehow reassuring as his arms tightened briefly in what felt like a hug. She held herself stiffly for a few more minutes, but although his cock was still huge and hard beneath her, he didn’t do anything else, and she gradually relaxed.

Mr. Tiddles had climbed out of her arms when they first sat down and was now exploring their surroundings, chittering gently. She watched him sleepily, still exhausted from the long day.

Taraxan shifted position, wedging the length of his cock more firmly between her buttocks, and she bit her lip. But all he did was reach into his belt and withdraw a handful of fruit to hand to her.

It was the same pink fruit that had fallen around her earlier.

“Do you drop these for me when I stopped before?” she asked, twisting around to look up at him. “You were following me earlier, weren’t you?” she added.

The knowledge didn’t really upset her. As far as she could tell, he had been looking out for her, first by feeding her and then by coming to her rescue.

“Why didn’t you let me know that you were there?”

Was he shy, she wondered. But looking up at that strong, competent face, regarding her with an amused look once more, she discarded that notion.

“Hmm. It can’t have been because you thought that I was a danger to you. Were you just checking me out?”

That thought brought on a whole new series of worries. She had assumed that he had agreed to take her to the destination on the map, but what if he had something more nefarious in mind? She hadn’t seen any other natives. Maybe females were scarce enough that he was happy to find one, even an alien one. She gave him a suspicious frown and he shook his head, fangs flashing in that surprisingly attractive smile, as if he knew what she was thinking.

He said something in his harsh language that she chose to believe was intended to reassure her. Then he took one of the pink fruits and lifted it to her mouth. She sighed and accepted it. It was just as delicious this evening as it had been earlier. She ate half of them before she felt guilty that she was taking all his supplies and offered one to him. He firmly shook his head, then grunted disapprovingly when she offered it to Mr. Tiddles. However, he didn’t attempt to stop her as she fed several of them to her small companion.

Full darkness had fallen by the time she finished, and her eyes were getting heavy. She would have liked a warm washcloth and a toothbrush, but she was too sleepy to spare them more than a fleeting thought. Tarax tucked her against him as Mr. Tiddles rejoined them, and she didn’t protest, tucking her head into his unexpectedly comfortable shoulder and drifting off to sleep.

Taraxan knew the moment that Jayn succumbed to her exhaustion and carefully adjusted her to ease the strain on his aching cock. He had not realized how tempting it would be to have her pressed against him. He had never had an issue controlling his arousal before, but he had not anticipated the delight of having her in his arms.

He was not a stranger to the female sex, but he had deliberately kept his previous encounters brief and formal. Although the Doturans had a history of all-consuming bonds between a male and female, he had long ago