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Gabriela

“Are you all right?”

Jorik was right behind me. He didn’t touch me, but he was so close I could feel the heat radiating off him.

I nodded but continued to stare at the door. Afraid to move. Afraid if I turned around, I’d jump him. Or worse… he’d leave. They always left, in the end.

“Gabriela,” he said. “I must touch you.”

Oh god, that voice. Those words. Was I hearing things? He’d called me his female in the store. I’d heard that. Not my imagination. Right?

I closed my eyes and gently banged my forehead against the cool surface of the door. It had to be the stress. I was nowhere near hot enough for this gorgeous man—alien—to want me like that. I had long black hair. Straight. No curl. Boring. My skin was good, the Latino heritage from my parents making my clear brown skin my best feature. But after that? No. I was a solid ten sizes above fashionable and hadn’t been touched by a boy since high school.

Not that I didn’t have needs. My inner kink was alive and well—just lonely. It’s just that taking a spin with B-O-B—my battery activated boyfriend—a couple times a week was a lot easier than having my heart broken over and over… and over. “Maybe you should go, Jorik. I don’t think—I…”

“Please, Gabriela. I need to touch you.”

“What do you mean?” Not hallucinating. He’d actually…

He leaned down, the fan of his breath a warm caress on my neck. “You are so beautiful, Gabriela. So soft. I can’t hold back any longer. I must feel you beneath my fingers. My lips. Learn every inch of you. What pleases you, what makes you whimper.”

He kissed my cheek, bending way, way down to do it. Holy shit, he was huge. I wondered if his cock was as big as the rest of him.

“Writhe.”

Goose bumps broke out on my skin. His voice. God. It was so deep, it rumbled through my chest. My nipples were hard as rocks, pressing against my bra.

“Beg.”

“Jorik,” I said.

“My beast can’t hold back any longer. We must have you.”

My panties were ruined, just because of his words. His inner beast was about to be introduced to mine—except she was half-starved and very fucking naughty.

“Yes,” I whispered, still afraid to turn around.

That didn’t deter him, for his hands went to my waist as his mouth settled on my neck, kissing, licking, sucking at that tender flesh.

I gasped at the contact, at his… voraciousness. His hands moved, roved over me. Hips to belly, waist to breasts, back to my hips and down my thighs, up and over my pussy. They didn’t stop moving, just learned me.

I heated at the contact, going molten. Soft. My palms pressed into the door, my forehead pressing into the cool surface.

“Jorik,” I said again, this time all breathy.

He was turning me on unlike anyone before him, and I was still fully clothed. God, could I come from just this?

I heard a rumble, almost a growl. With my head tipped down, I watched as he dropped to his knees behind me. His hands dropped to my ankles then slid up the outside of my legs, over my shorts, to my stomach. From there, he moved up, cupping my large breasts through my bra and T-shirt. “I want you naked, Gabriela. I want to touch you everywhere. Taste you. Fill you with my cock. Make you come over and over again.”

He rolled my hard nipples in both of his hands and I moaned, pressing into the touch. No one should be able to do this to me with my clothes on. I couldn’t even think. All I could do was want. “Yes. Yes. Everything.”

I felt a shudder pass through him where he’d pressed his head to my back, his chest to my ass, his hands—were shaking.

Had I done that to him? Was he as mindless and desperate as I? Did he need me to touch him? Kiss him? Taste him?

I turned in his arms so my back was to the door. Even on his knees, his face was nearly even with mine. God, he was huge. His dark eyes were glazed with lust and something else, something I’d never seen on a man’s face before and couldn’t hope to name. Didn’t dare, not when it looked so much like—reverence. Like worship.

Like love.

But that was impossible. Wasn’t it? I barely knew him.

He froze as I lifted my hands to his face, cupped his cheek, traced his lower lip with my thumb. He was beautiful. Truly beautiful. “I’m going to kiss you now.” Why I made the announcement, I had no idea, but I felt like I needed to give him fair warning, as if he needed to brace himself. Maintain control. Mentally prepare for an onslaught to the senses that would put him over the edge.

I shuddered. Or maybe the warning was for me. I didn’t do this. I didn’t have sex with strangers. I didn’t have sex with aliens. Hell, I didn’t have sex. I never felt comfortable with my body, hated looking in the mirror. That I wanted to strip naked and give anyone all of me was so foreign to my being I was having trouble making sense of the moment.

But I wasn’t going to waste this opportunity either. Jorik was gorgeous. Rockstar, movie star, sex god beautiful. And for whatever reason, he seemed to want this just as much as I did.

Lowering my head, slowly, so slowly, I stared into his eyes as I got closer. Closer. Closing them the briefest moment before my lips touched his.

He let me have my way, his huge hands resting on my hips, unmoving, as I explored and tasted. God, he tasted good. Indescribable. Perfect.

When I slipped my tongue into his mouth, he moved, tugging at my shorts until I wiggled out of them. Eager for some skin on skin action, I pulled my T-shirt off over my head until I stood before him in my panties and bra.

He looked his fill, taking in every inch of me. I waited for some sign of disappointment, but there was none. If anything, his gaze grew darker, more heated.

Was he real?

I reached for him.

“No. Don’t move.” He pressed a flat palm to the center of my chest and held me pressed to the door. So dominant. So fucking hot. I whimpered.

Move? I could barely breathe.

His free hand slid up my bare thigh. Thank god I put on cute silk panties this morning and not the it’s-laundry-day-granny-panties.

But my hips. My stomach. My huge breasts. Everything was sticking out, was right there in front of his face. He was still. Unmoving. Did he dislike what he saw? I had cellulite, a little jiggle. Did he—

“Look at you. Gorgeous.” He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the center of my stomach, held himself there as if he were trying to breathe me in.

I exhaled, not realizing I’d held my breath. My panties were tugged down over my hips and around my ankles in less than a second. I gasped when he tilted me to the side just enough to sink his teeth into one cheek of my bottom.

“Jorik!” I cried. It wasn’t a hard bite, more like a nibble. A big nibble.

I wiggled my hips, turned on beyond belief. He groaned.

“This.” I felt the brush of a finger along my slit and still couldn’t move, pinned to the door as I was. “You are wet. Ready.”

He used his fingers to part the lips of my pussy and I felt cool air. There. I licked my lips, tried to breathe, but I was so turned on. What was he doing? I’d expected to be tossed on the floor, fucked hard and thoroughly. A quickie. But this?

I wasn’t going to survive this.

I heard his deep breath. “Your scent. My beast likes your scent. Will he like your taste? I’ve wondered if you are sweet everywhere, what your pussy tastes like.”

I had no idea aliens were dirty talkers. And I didn’t know I got off on word porn. He’d only nuzzled me with his nose and had roaming hands. Bit my ass. That was all and I was close to coming.

A hand hooked about my hip and pulled my hips forward as his mouth found my center.

I cried out at the feel of him licking me from front to back. Then again. Like an ice cream cone.

“Oh my god,” I groaned when he did something magical with his tongue on my clit.

A finger slid into my pussy, curled. Fucked me slowly. He was in no rush, his pace methodical as if he had all the time in the world. “Quickie” didn’t seem to be in the Atlan language.

“Jorik, please,” I begged. Oh yes, I begged. It was too much, too good, and I couldn’t even see him.

Jorik moved the hand from my chest to roll a nipple between his fingers, then squeeze my breast, tugging on the entire thing until my knees shook, ready to collapse. “My beast is busy, Gabriela. Your begging is not necessary. We will see to you.”

Now two fingers were inside me as he worked my clit.

He was good. So, so good. I’d had a guy go down on me before, but it hadn’t done much for me. Now I knew why. He’d had no idea what he’d been doing. I wasn’t even sure now if he’d actually found my clit.

But Jorik? God, Jorik was an oral god.

I cried out his name again, wiggled my hips so I was probably smothering him with my pussy, but I didn’t care. He made me this way. If he wanted to breathe, he could make me come.

He didn’t just find my clit, he claimed it. Owned it. Sucked the small, sensitive bit of flesh into his mouth and worked me with his tongue as he fucked me with his fingers. The suction motion, so fast, so hard, made me writhe, my hands on his shoulders. I pressed forward, needed more. And he gave me what I wanted. One motion of his tongue and curl of his fingers. Some magical combination of press and flick and I went off like the fireworks at Fourth of July.

My fingernails dug into his shoulders, my knees buckled, but he didn’t relent, working me. Fucking me with his fingers. His fingers were replaced with his tongue and he slipped one wiggling digit just inside my ass, the foreign feeling adding to the overwhelming flood of sensation roaring through my body like a hurricane. He pushed me, filled me, licked me and touched me until I came a second time, unable to stand. Unable to speak. I could barely breathe. For the first time in my life, I was a hot mess.

“More,” I said, just before I leaned in and kissed him. My arms went about his neck as our tongues tangled. I tasted him, and me.

He pushed me back and stared where my breasts hung heavy. He actually growled, the sound making me laugh. Actually laugh.

I took the opportunity to look him over since he wasn’t wearing a shirt, all dark skin, hard muscles. He had a bit of hair on his chest, and I wanted to touch every inch of him, run my hands though all of it. Pet him. Make him purr. He was big. God, I could take hours going over every inch of him. Then I saw the bulge in his pants and realized his cock had a lot of inches. It was like there was a pipe in his pants. It angled up and to the side as if trying to work its way out of his prison.

My inner walls clenched wondering how he was going to fit.

His gaze tipped down to see what I was looking at. His hands opened his pants and his cock fell into his waiting palm.

“Oh my god. You are a beast.”

He laughed then as he stroked himself. Thick and long, it was darker than the skin on his chest, the head flared wide.

I wanted it. I ached to get on that thing. Ride it.

I licked my lips, wanting to do too many things at once.

When I glanced back up, I found him watching me. Waiting. This was my call. He was huge, but I was in control.

And that knowledge made me feel safe, set me off like a rocket.

Fuck. I was going to come again.

I pushed gently on his chest, confident he would go where I directed, and he did. Settling into a seated position on the soft rug I had in the living room, his legs straight out in front of him so I could straddle his thighs. So I did, settling into his lap so we were chest to chest, my thighs atop his. He still had his pants on, but I wasn’t as patient as he seemed to be. His cock was out and that was what I wanted.

“I need you,” I admitted, lifting up so I hovered over his hard length.

His eyes met mine, held. I wiggled my hips until I had the tip of his cock pressed to my entrance.

“Jorik,” I breathed. “Please. I want you inside me.”

“Mine,” he replied, settling his hands on my hips and pushing me down onto him.

“Oh!”

He was big. Like huge. I was stretched wide, opened up. Filled. Crammed. My pussy was still swollen from his attention, and the sensitive flesh wrapped around him like a fist, squeezing him as we both groaned. My inner muscles rippled and quivered around him like aftershocks from an orgasm, pushing toward another release.

Jorik groaned, pulled my body forward until my clit rested against his abdomen, my pussy open wide, my body spread open and totally his. He bottomed out inside me and I felt the rumble from his chest and into mine.

My feet were on the floor as I straddled him, and I began to lift and lower. Deeper, harder, faster. All the while, he helped, lifting and lowering, thrusting his hips up so we slapped together.

I fucked myself on him, all but using him for my pleasure. But I wasn’t alone in this. Sweat dotted his forehead, his mouth turned into a snarl. His hands began to move over me, cupping my breasts, playing with my nipples, pinching and squeezing my ass, pulling me open from behind so he could slide a bit deeper as I rode him.

His finger found my ass and he stroked over the outside, teasing me with his touch. Making my pussy clench and spasm in reaction. Everything went tight.

“Jorik, I’m… oh god, I’m coming!”

I couldn’t hold back if I tried, the orgasm so different than the ones he’d given me with his mouth. Places inside me, the ones I was rubbing and nudging with a huge cock, filled me with a pleasure I didn’t know existed.

As I came, all I could hear from him was mine, mine, mine. His hands tightened, his cock thickened and he shouted, some foreign word, as I felt his seed fill me. So deep.

I could barely catch my breath as he held me secure. I’d come, fallen hard, but he’d held me through it. Kept me safe.

I opened my eyes, looked up at him once the clinging desperation of my orgasm faded. I shifted, but he was still thick and hard within me, even as I felt his seed slip out, slide down our joined thighs.

“You’re… you’re still hard.”

He grinned, quick and lethal, then flipped us so I was on my back and he loomed over me. Our connection wasn’t broken with the motion, his cock still embedded deep.

“I’m not done,” he replied, then began to move.

“Oh!”

Yes, the Atlan beast was a patient lover. I’d been the needy, frantic one. He’d let me set the pace the first time, but now, with him holding his weight off me with his forearms, with him watching me as he fucked me with his beast-sized cock, I was at his mercy.

“You’re coated in my seed. My beast is happy knowing you are marked.”

Marked? So primitive. God, I was being fucked by a caveman.

“We have only begun, Gabriela.”

That was the last thing he said before he set to his task. Fucking me. Marking me.

We barely knew each other and yet the connection was incredible. I didn’t just feel fucked, I felt… possessed. Claimed.

And when I came another time, he was right there with me, burying himself so deep I didn’t know where he stopped and I began.

He was still hard after he came again. We were sweaty and messy, cum everywhere, but I didn’t care. He was ready for more and my pussy… it ached, not from discomfort, but from want.

The only thing that kept us from continuing was a funny beeping. He pulled out of me after it didn’t stop after a minute. I whimpered at the emptiness I felt as he reached for his pants, grabbed a device that looked like a strange cell phone.

“Jorik,” he said, speaking into it.

The response came through loud and clear, on some kind of speaker. “Warlord Jorik, report to Center Commander Captain Gades immediately. The human police have issued a warrant for your arrest. Do not surrender to them. Make your way here without incident. That’s an order.”

“I need more time, Sir.” He looked to me, probably seeing a woman well-fucked, naked and with little love bites, red marks from whiskers, a very well-used pussy. Seed coating my thighs. I looked to his cock. Still hard, glistening with our joined fluids.

“You will return now, Warlord. You ripped the head off a human and they caught it on their primitive vid feeds. This is one hell of a diplomatic mess. Get your ass back here now or a team of guards will be sent to your location for extraction.”

“Yes, Sir.” Jorik tossed the communication device onto the carpet and I watched him dress. He said nothing. What was there to say? Thanks for the fuck?

But the conversation confirmed what I’d already known. Jorik had killed that man to protect me. And as much as I’d been taught my entire life that killing was wrong, I was still grateful he’d done it. “Jorik?”

He turned to me, fully clothed, the alien warrior once more. “You are mine, Gabriela. Remain here. I will handle the authorities.”

He leaned down and kissed me, just once, but his touch was gentle, his soft lips lingered. He placed a warm palm on my abdomen as he kissed me, as if he couldn’t get enough.

“Gods be damned, you are pure temptation, female. So soft.” He ran his hand over my body, hip to neck, and I lay there like a pet kitten and reveled in his touch.

“Are you coming back?” It was weak to ask. Stupid. I regretted the words the moment they came flying out of my mouth. But Jorik kissed me again, then stood.

“This is not finished between us, Gabriela. You are mine, now.”

Mine. He’d said it multiple times while we were fucking, but hearing it from a fully dressed, logical male was different.

It felt right. I could be his if it meant more loving like this. My swollen, sated pussy and tender breasts agreed. More would be good. A lot more.

I smiled as he walked out the door. I believed he’d come back to me. I was the flavor he wanted to taste again. And again.

The latch clicked, and I rolled onto my side, a silly, stupid grin on my face. I was falling in love—no—scratch that—I was already in love with an alien. A freaking alien.

And I had no trouble using his limited vocabulary to stake a claim of my own.

“Mine.”