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Tas
Tas did not return to the cabin when night fell. He could not be near her, not when she gleefully wrapped her legs around him and kissed him, making her desire known. It took all his willpower not to moan into her mouth. His people did not press their mouths together as a sign of affection or as part of mating, not like humans. Their fangs got in the way. Obviously, he should not have enjoyed the kiss. Or wanted more.
Curiosity kept him from retreating. Nothing more. He had observed plenty of kisses. Humans in their crowded cities were remarkably bold about their mating. At night, half-hidden in dark alley, he’d witnessed many couplings with the cool, removed interest of an anthropologist studying the local habits.
He certainly never wanted to try a human-style kiss, and he cert
