Page 41 of Stolen By Her Alien Mate

“Yes. Do that,” she says, her words coming on a pant.

I do the same to her underbottoms as I’d done to the covering at her breasts, rending the lacy material in half.

Her eyes darken, her pupils eating up the amber of her irises.

The scent of her arousal hits me with such longing that I lean forward and lick her entire slit. Tides, she’s delicious. I could eat her this way every day for the rest of my life and never grow tired of her scent, her taste. And those sexy as fuck noises she makes.

Again, she grips my hair and holds me in place, and I smile against her cunt. My Minka likes my mouth on her. Tonight I’ll make her come so many times she’ll lose count.

I must have said those words out loud because she leans up and looks at me with a dreamy expression. “Where did you come from?” she asks.

But I don’t answer, just keep my mouth on her, licking and nibbling and sucking.

“Please fuck me,” she says, her voice breathless.

“I want you to come like this first, Minka. But I can give you my fingers now. Then you will have my cock.”

“Yes, all of that. Do all of that. Just make me come.”

I chuckle. “I love that you’re impatient, my mate.” I slide first one finger and then a second into her tight, slick channel, then curve my fingers to rub against that slightly rough patch of nerves on her front wall. She bucks against me, letting me know I’d found her pleasure spot. Then I suck her little bud into my mouth while I fuck her with my fingers. Her fingers tighten in my hair, and she holds my face to her while she rides me to her climax.

“Kael!” She yells as the pleasure rolls through her. Again and again.

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twelve

JOEY

Oh.

My.

God.

This man is going to kill me. But what a way to go. He picks up my limp body as if I weigh nothing, cradles me to him and walks out of the room. Down a narrow and dark hall and finally into a bedroom. It’s small, but tidy. Also modern and sleek like the dining area, with shiny surfaces and no decorations.

He lays me gently onto the bed and I sprawl myself out, completely unselfconscious about my body for the first time in my life. The hungry look Kael is giving me and that giant bulge in his pants clearly reveal his desire for me.

Me!

I’m not going to question it anymore. Maybe it’s finally my turn to get the hot guy. Maybe next week I’ll win the lottery too.

He reaches behind him and pulls his shirt up and over his head. Why is that move always so sexy? My mouth goes dry. How is it possible for him to get hotter?

I’ve already seen him without a shirt. And of course I’ve seen “perfect” man chests with abs on TV and in movies. Magazines too. Like the cover of those fitness magazines for men with the shirtless guy rocking the elusive eight-pack. Because six-packs are so last year. I prop myself up on my elbows to get a better look.

His isn’t a body sculpted at a gym. This is a body hewed through rough physical labor. He’s broad and cut in a way only professional athletes can attain. Like he said, he is a warrior, and he very much looks the part.

I could stare at his chest all day. His rounded shoulders, the broad chest with those flat penny-colored nipples and those washboard abs. Even the scars add to his allure, reminding me that he is strong and protective and ruled by an innate need to protect the greater good.

But then his nimble fingers move to his pants, and he starts pulling them off. Okay, so he’s going commando. Excellent. No suspense for me to find out that—holy shit—his dick is enormous. It had felt big pressed up against me, but this is like porn star big.

I know it’ll fit—because I’m not an idiot and if women can birth nine-pound babies, then a larger than average penis will fit inside the same channel. That said, I’ve never birthed a baby or had a penis that big inside me. So fit it might, but it might also be a smidge painful.

Still, I can’t take my eyes off of it. Long and thick and jutting out perfectly towards me with that fat mushroomed tip. Veins run down the length of the shaft and I’m so ready to put my hands on him. Or my mouth. Or my pussy.

My pussy walls clench at that thought.