Alpha Alien: Mated (5 page)

I reached for the decanter and refilled both our glasses. We both drunk heavily. "Why do you lie beside me?" His voice was raspy from disuse.

I felt defensive, like I had to explain myself, so I finished my glass of vitae before I spoke.

"It's the only unbroken piece of furniture and, hello, sorry for being worried about you."

"You were worried about me?" He seemed startled by that news.

My head was a little fuzzy and I reached to pour myself more vitae. "You shot yourself full of something, and then collapsed. I was pretty worried you were going to freaking die."

"I have never had anyone worry for me. Although I think I have also never been in such a state." He gingerly touched his wounded head, then unwound the bandages. I shouldn't have been shocked, but I was when completely intact scales appeared where before had been a massive gash. I gasped and reached out to touch him. His scaly skin was warm beneath my hand. If you've ever touch a snake, you'll understand the supple slickness inherent to being scaled.

His eyes dilated and he grunted. He captured my hand and stared into my eyes. We were suspended in time, frozen.

In a heartbeat, I was beneath him, my arms trapped over my head. I flexed against him, wanting him as much as I wanted to get away from him.. My body betrayed me as the weight of his body pressed my legs open. Even as I struggled against him, my legs wrapped around him as if of their own accord. In my head, I was thinking,
I can get leverage like that.

Except it left me wide open to his touch. And every move I made, I could feel a growing erection pressing into my core. Instead of getting leverage, I found myself rubbing against him. I was damp with need and a strong rush of warmth filled me.

He thrust against me and I arched my back, writhing against him like a cat in heat. I was grateful I wasn't wearing a gown, with panties not being a thing. He would already be deep inside me. I could still stop this, even though I didn't want to.

"Stop, Tlavi! You said you don't want me, you wanted to be free of
Pogona
."

"Didn't. Want. You." Every word was punctuated with a growling thrust. He let my hands go and, as I tried to shift to get up, he grabbed the front of my shirt and pulled. The fabric shredded against his onslaught. He paused, staring at my full breasts, exposed to him for the first time. I tried to cover them but he used the remnants of my shirt to pin my arms to my side. I was helpless against him as he glared down at me.

"I don't want you," I breathed, even as my nipples grew hard under his gaze.

He shifted his body, grinding slowly against me. "Then why did you share La'sha'ntea Vitae with me?"

I trembled as he continued grinding against me. His every touch felt heightened, and I knew I was on the edge. "What are you talking about?"

"The drink, you fool. Made to heighten passion between lovers. To inflame bodies with a single touch. Did my sister put you up to this? Tell you what it did?"

I shook my head. I only used what he'd shown me, but we were beyond all reasoning now. Whatever protestations we had fell to the wayside with every touch of him against my skin. It was like red swirls filled my brain. I couldn't think, only feel.

He glowered down at me. His head lowered and with a firm lick, I was gone. His tongue swirled around the hardened pebble of my nipple and I gave up all pretense of my struggle. He kissed his way down my body, paying special attention to my belly button. My pants shredded under his eager hands.

“Never cover yourself from me again. I must taste you."

He spread my legs and buried his face in the apex of my thighs. His tongue was almost prehensile as it lashed against my clit. I wanted to grab his head, to be more active, but my hands where still bound. I shuddered at his assault.

His hands came up and gently spread my nether lips. His lips suckled my clit while his fingers tested my entrance. I was so wet and was screaming for him to take me.

He just chuckled. Each time I got close to coming, he backed off. I couldn't think, all I could feel and think was him. I was reduced to begging. He gently stretched me out with his fingers.

"Oh God, why?! Why are you doing this to me? Fuck me already."

He lifted his face from me, using his strength to push my legs flat against the bed. "I want you to be as inflamed as I am. As wild and out of control as I am. I want the words to be trapped in your throat, until the only thing on your lips is me.”

I bucked against him and tried to pull his head back down. I was so close, but he was so strong, I might as well have not done anything. It was all too much, the crash, the fear, the loneliness. I could feel tears well up in my eyes and slide down the side of my face.

Tlavi moved up my body and touched the side of my face. He was nestled between my legs — finally! — and I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him right against me.

I could feel the hard length of his bare cock against me, and it seemed to go on forever. I wanted him but now I was scared of what I was in for.

Until he shifted and the head of his cock eased against my waiting inner core. It was a slow, unrelenting pressure that I had no choice but to give against. It was an impossible stretch and I exploded against him before he'd barely penetrated me.

He continued to press against me, his massive member filling me, inch by inch. After what felt like hours he was seated fully against me. He just held us together, giving my body time to relax against his.

I was impossibly full of him. He was all I could feel, the past no longer existed. There was no future. Only the slow slide out of me, then back in, his rock-hard cock fully enveloped in my warmth. Each stroke went faster and faster, until we were pounding each other in an out-of-control frenzy. I screamed his name and shattered in his arms. A hoarse shout came from him as he joined me in ecstasy.

I lay there, breathless. What just happened? Besides the obvious.

Tlavi got up and brought me a fresh cup of vitae. Regular, boring, not inclined to have explosive-sexytimes-with-a-sexy-alien vitae.

He sat on the edge of the bed, his head drooped into his hands. "Our drive…well, mine - I have no idea how it will impact you. But now that I've had you, tasted you and been in you, my body's overriding need will be…" He trailed off, clearly not wanting to complete the thought.

I gulped. "What? Your body will want what?" Since it involved me, I was going to get an answer.

He sighed and shook his head. "To impregnate you. I've told you how our biology drives us, how I've been trying to fight it." He spat out the word biology, as if the very idea of being bound to me like that was disgusting.

We definitely had not used any protection in our frenetic lovemaking. "Well, okay, but biologically speaking, I can't imagine you just knocked me up. You being an alien and all, me being a filthy ape."

He stared off into space. "We have the technology to make it work, but I'm just talking about the literal drive. It's why I tried to stay away from you. Now that it's triggered, I will want to take you over and over again."

I was desperate to change the subject. "Well, stop thinking with your dick. Let's start thinking about how to get out of this tin can. Won't the need for survival trump your…drives?"

He gave a short, barking laugh. "We just need to sit tight for a few days. The good thing about being important is that they look for you when things go badly."

I wasn't important, so no one would be looking for me, besides my mom, who might take months to notice I was missing. I pulled my mind away from that thought. "Well, we still have to survive until then. We don't know if it's safe in here."

"The ship’s components have been repairing themselves. The ship itself is stable."

I shifted and edged away from him. "Then let's go see what is out there."

He moved quickly and captured my ankle in his hand. "You don't understand. I can't let you go exploring."

I pulled my leg away from him and started fishing around for the clothes he'd torn off me.

"Don't bother," he growled.

The gleam in his eye should have frightened me, instead of flooding me with excitement. I reached for him.

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