“Who are you, Tiffani?” Deek asked, his voice deep and rough in my ear, but a man’s voice.
Turning to look over my shoulder, I glanced up at him—way up, for he was so much taller—and saw that he was smaller, his shoulders not quite as broad, his face, his terrifying teeth now looked almost… normal. Big, larger than any man I’d ever known, but no longer quite so frightening. His eyes, a deep forest green rimmed with gold, seemed to be enthralled by his actions, by watching my body’s heated response to his touch.
“My name is Tiffani Wilson. I’m twenty-seven. I’m from Earth.” Uncertain of what he expected me to say, I started rambling. “My dad was a cop.”
“What is cop?”
“Um, the police. Law enforcement?”
Deek nodded and pumped slowly, so slowly, in and out of me, as if f*****g and talkin
