Page 21 of Oh No, I Stole An Alien Furball And Kissed A Beastmaster

“You’ll have to beg me,” he tells me with a smirk.

“Two can play at that game,” I tell him. I reach down, my hand sliding beneath the waistband of his trousers. My fingers brush heated flesh, and I grip him hard. Taruk hisses with pleasure, his eyes scrunching closed with a tortured expression as his hips buck against me.

“If this is a game,” he tells me. “Then I will win. You’ll be begging before I’m done with you.”

His mouth latches onto my breast, sucking hard. I cry out, nearly losing my grip on both his cock and my sanity. I swear, I’m already seeing stars.

I squirm beneath him, my hips rolling, as one hand plucks and squeezes and his mouth sucks and licks. How can it feel so impossibly good? I’m right at the edge and… I’m so close…

Taruk’s hands disappear, and I whimper at their loss. Relief floods through me when he starts to shove my pants down over my hips. In moments we both find ourselves naked, bodies pressed against each other. His member glides through my folds, finding me already soaking wet. I’m so ready for him.

He lines up at my entrance, the pressure reminding me of how large he is. His hips jerk, and he enters me with a pop, sliding in several inches. And yet, not enough. I glance at where we are connected, his large member barely entered. He pulls out of me, small sparks as the ridges across him slide across sensitive nerves, and then pushes in deeper. I watch in awe as my body takes him in, inch by inch. It shouldn’t be possible. My eyes flutter with each of his thrusts, his strange shape touching me in all the right places. Soon I’m crying out, my hands wringing the bedsheets beneath me as I attempt to keep my hold on reality.

“Taruk! Please.”

“That’s it, my little one. Take me. All of me,” he says. His gaze locks onto mine, a feral grin across his face. He looks… victorious. He knows he’s won.

His hand skates across my hip, and then his thumb flicks over my clit.

I explode. That one small touch is all it takes for my orgasm to hit me, hard. My back arches and I scream out my pleasure, his name on my tongue. Electricity shoots across my body, tingling every nerve ending. My core clenches around his nubs and ridges, and my pleasure is just amplified as his hips slam aggressively into me. He bucks, losing his rhythm for a moment… and then liquid heat fills me.

Eventually I find myself fully in his bed, my head pillowed by his bicep.

Somewhere in the distance, someone hoots. Life from outside our room is slowly entering back into my world, reminding me that there’s a competition still going on. One I was determined not to lose.

“I think we are both going to have to agree on something,” I tell him.

“What’s that?” He rumbles.

“We’re both winners.”

His laughter rumbles out of him, my body bouncing against him. His partially hard member is still deep and every small movement I make causes it to twitch.

Taruk rolls us, so that he’s looking down at me softly. “Yes, we are, Zoe. We are both winners.”

I smile up at him, happiness filling every fiber of my being. “I love you, Taruk.”

“I love you too, Zoe. For now, and always. You are my mate.”

Chapter

Thirteen

ZOE

“I… ummm…” I stand to the side, watching as my mate Taruk attempts to address the gathered crowd of aliens. Attempted is the optimal word, as he’s not doing a very good job of it. Not that it stops me from cheering him on. I’m coming to suspect that my mate has performance anxiety… thankfully not when it counts, though.

The audience before him shifts rather restlessly. I’m half expecting someone to scream at him to hurry up. There’s such a weird mix of emotions in the room. Most of the aliens are nervous, just waiting for the results. A few aliens that look remarkably like angels are preening feathers, splaying wings wide—they obviously think they’ve done remarkably well. And that slime cube… thing… well, I can’t tell if its bubbling is a good thing or if it’s deflating.

“The Yum-Yums have all been caught,” Taruk states into the microphone. Very undramatically. In a monotone voice.

Oh, the poor guy. He is really not good at public speaking.

Then again, maybe the lackluster voice is like one of those announcers that just drag out the event, causing everyone to be waiting on a knife’s edge of anticipation. I mean, I’m hanging on to his every word.

“You have no idea how relieved I am that this is resolved,” Prince Rist mutters beside me, keeping his voice quiet enough that only I can hear. “And you’ll probably be happy to know we’ve tracked down their native planet. The Yum-Yums will be going home.”

I smile at that. As sad as I am about losing my chance at a cuddly pet, everyone deserves a home. Even me. It took me a while to find my place here. I think falling in love helped. I guess the saying ‘home is where the heart is’ is true, after all.

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