Page 10 of Mated to the Grumpy Alien

This guy who has me completely at his mercy. This guy who now has his lips clamped on the side of my neck and whose sizable dick is burrowing into my thigh.

Then, before I can worry about just how big his dick is, he raises up, hands on either side of my jaw, and looks down at me.

The moment his hands touch my face and his gaze meets mine, it’s like a jolt to my nervous system. His hips are settling between my thighs, the fabric of his pants brushing against the hyper-sensitive flesh of my pussy.

Somehow I know that if he kisses me in this moment, it will all be over for me.

I’ll let him fuck me. And my body will explode into a gazillion pieces. Or maybe I’ll just have another earth-shattering orgasm. Whatever happens, nothing will ever be the same again.

Maybe it won’t be anyway.

Maybe there’s no coming back from everything that’s happened in the past couple of days. Maybe my life is already irrevocably on some alternate path. Maybe it’s far too late for my life to resume anything approaching normality.

I don’t know yet. I don’t have a firm enough understanding of what’s happened to me.

I just know that I need a damn minute to figure it out before I let some guy whose name I don’t even know fuck me. I don’t care how magical his lips are.

“Wait. Stop.”

My words come out breathless and panting. I sound more like I’m begging him to continue. Nevertheless, the second the word stop passes my lips, he freezes.

My eyes flutter open … shit! When did they flutter closed? If I’m going to keep my wits about me, I need to fucking keep my eyes open!... I look up to see a pained expression flicker across his face, as if it’s costing him everything to stop.

When his eyes meet mine, he arches an eyebrow in question, grinding out, “You wish me to stop?”

“Yes. Please.” Gah! Again with the panting, breathlessness! I clear my throat and do my best to push at his shoulders. “Stop. I need a minute.”

He rolls off of me so fast you’d think I’d tased him. He’s across the room, back to me, hands buried in his hair in a matter of seconds. I stifle a groan, because if his chest is gorgeous, it’s nothing compared to his back, which is sculpted with bulging muscles. His pants are low enough on his hips to reveal the divots on either side of the base of his spine. His right hand scrubs down his face and disappears.

If I had to guess, he’s giving his dick another squeeze.

I swear, I can almost feel it. My pussy clenches in response.

What was I thinking?

Why did I ask him to stop, again?

He could be inside me right now and …

What the hell?

This isn’t like me! I don’t have this kind of reaction to men. Ever.

Maybe this really is all a dream. Or maybe I was hit on my head.

I sit up, pulling the blanket up to my chin. “What the hell is happening to me?” I mutter. “This is insane!” I keep muttering random nonsense as I climb from the bed, pulling the blankets with me, trying my damndest to wrap them around my body, clutching them to me like they alone can keep me from calling him back. “Where are my clothes? And my phone. I need to find my shit and get dressed and…”

And what? a small, panicky part of me asks.

Insane or not, this is really happening to me. This isn’t a dream or a hallucination. On some level, I know that. Some level that’s not controlled by my clit or my hormones.

And if this is all really happening, then where am I going to go? Back to the village of barbarians? Back to wandering in the wilderness? Back to cold and starving and desperate?

Panic starts clawing its way up my throat. Panic that’s wholly unrelated to the man still standing with his back to me on the other side of the cave.

“Where am I?” I ask again, half expecting him not to hear me, let alone answer. “Who are you? What has happened to me?”

A beat of silence falls between us and then his hands drop to his sides and he slowly turns to face me.