Page 8 of Mated to the Grumpy Alien

Irick

As improbable as it seems, I’m sure this woman is my Be’lahshuk, my soul mate, the one person in the universe that the Tides have crafted to be my match in every way.

I feel it in my heart, in my blood, and in my dick.

Despite that, I’m determined to go slowly.

After all, when I rescued her down in the village, she was in obvious danger. Torvin is lucky I didn’t kill him for daring to even touch her. Hell, the whole village is lucky I didn’t burn it to the ground.

The move I’d used to disarm her back in the village, a simple pinch to the right spot at the back of her neck, is one any Persæn warrior would know. I wouldn’t have dared to use it on her under other circumstances, but, as Cyg, pointed out, the situation was dire.

I’d spent the entire hike back to my fortress planning my next move.

I had expected her to revive once I’d gotten her into the warmth and safety of my cave. Instead, she’d slept for well over a day. According to the basic readings Cyg was able to take, her core body temperature was dangerously low, she was dehydrated, and she was in shock.

As eager as I was to talk to her, to learn how she had arrived here, to learn who she was, I had to be patient. She needed rest. Sleep. Healing.

I could be patient.

I’d spent the past ten years on this planet assuming I’d never again see a person I could even have an intelligent conversation with.

Moreover, I’d waited my whole life for a mate, ever since sitting at the knee of my elders and hearing tales of how they met and bonded with their own Be’lahshuk.

So, yes, I could be patient.

That’s what I thought.

Until the moment she woke up, nearly two full days after I’d brought her here. Even once she was awake, huddled on the bed, her arms and neck bare as she clutched the furs to her chest, I believed I could be patient.

The expanse of creamy, pale skin was tempting, yes. Far more tempting now that she was awake. I’d seen every inch of her when I’d undressed her to look for wounds and cleaned her so that she’d warm more quickly.

My patience had held only as long as the darkness.

Once she’d called for the light, inadvertently causing the room’s sensors to increase the ambient light, her gaze found me.

It was easy to resist the pull of her when she’d been asleep.

Sure, I’d seen and admired her beauty when she was asleep, but I had no desire for an unconscious woman.

But awake?

That was another matter.

Awake, alert, and looking at me like she couldn’t wait to run her hands all over my body?

Resisting that was still doable.

I was playing a long game here.

But then … frack me … then her body started to respond to mine. From all the way across the room, I could feel her body awaken to my presence. The skin at my wrists and along my palms began to prickle with the need to touch her. I could feel her blood begin to pound in time with mine.

The moment her pussy floods with arousal, the sweet scent of her floods my senses. My cock, which has been half hard for days just knowing she’s nearby, goes rock hard.

It’s a fracking miracle I don’t come right then, half away across the room from her, without even touching her in desire, just from the scent of her need. She needs me. I will always meet my mate’s needs.

Without another thought I go to her, drop to my knees and fling off the coverings. She makes a squawking kind of noise, but without the layers of fabric between me and the scent of her cunt, I am a man delirious with need. I drop my mouth to the apex of her thighs. The red curls here match the fire on her head and the first lick to her center feels like a flame up the base of my spine.

Never have I felt desire like this. Hot and urgent need pounding through my veins like a drumbeat I swear sounds outside of my flesh.