Page 72 of An Alien for the Farm

I bite back a moan as he slams his hips up hard, as if to tell me that he doesn’t agree with my line of thinking. I almost choke on a laugh and a moan at the same time.

“Well, I’d like to tell you anyway. I want to try.” I have to hurry before I swallow back the words. “With you. I want to try to make it work, if you’re up for it.”

I begin to vibrate as he sends me into oblivion. I climax again, and, as if set off by my orgasm, Zynar stiffens, his cock jerking as streams of spend shoot deep inside me.

I collapse against him again, completely wrecked. My chest is heaving as I lie there for a bit, just forcing myself to breathe. He jerks, his entire shaft adjusting inside me with the movement, and I tilt my head to look up at him again. He’s still deep within me, that swollen part of his base like a seat I’m sitting on. As I adjust my hips, he pulls back and slides deep again.

I whimper.

“More?” I stretch up and kiss him under his jaw. “Do you want more?”

He purrs and slides out then in again. I encourage him, running my tongue along the line of his neck as I shift my hips once more. It’s all the encouragement he needs before he starts pumping again.

I cry out, letting myself get lost. This is like a dream. I’ve never had anything like this. It feels like…it feels like I’ve never lived till this moment.

And so I let myself go. I climax. Not once. Not twice. Not three times. I lose count and still after all of that, his member remains rigid. When I can take no more, I force myself to slide off of him and I collapse on the side of the bed.

Breaths heaving from my chest, I turn my gaze to Zynar to find his chest is still heaving too and his entire body is still burning up.

I thought there’d be a change by now. Something at least, to tell me this is working. Brushing a hand between my legs, I shudder with the tingles that go through me. I’m absolutely soaked in spend.

Breaths still heaving, I look up at Zynar.

“You need more, don’t you?” My gaze shifts to the restraints holding him back. “This isn’t going to work, is it? Not like this.”

22

ELEANOR

Ipant as I stand by the side of the bed, gaze shifting to the door I just locked. The moment the lock slid into place, I heard Varek move.

“Kahlesta?”

“I’m fine. All is well.”

The doorknob moves, then there’s a sound like he bumps his shoulder into the door. “Kahlesta! Are you alright? The door is locked.”

“I locked it myself!” My gazes slides back to Zynar. He’s snarling again. His focus is on the door and the sound of the other male—his brother—who is on the other side.

“It’s not safe. Zynar will have my head if he harms you and I let it happen.”

“It’s fine. He…” My chest heaves as I stare at Zynar, knowing that I’m a bit crazy, but also knowing this is a risk I’m willing to take. “He won’t harm me.”

The door bumps again, the doorknob rattling.

“Don’t come in here. He’ll attack you if you do.” There’s a slight pause as my gaze shifts back to the restraints.

“Kahlesta…what are you doing?” When I don’t answer, he continues. “I know this is hard. When I was a chid, I would hear females of our tribe talk about the moment they met their kahl. It is why I restrained my brother. So you can go as slowly as you need. It will take several sols, but his urge will eventually ebb. I will bring you meals. I will keep you hydrated. Whatever you desire, I will provide in my brother’s stead.”

“Varek…” I breathe. He doesn’t even know me but I can tell he’s worried. I can tell he’s terrified of his brother hurting me. When I don’t say anything else, he continues.

“If you grow tired…if you wish to abandon this mission.” He pauses. “If you decide you do not want this anymore…”

“I’m not changing my mind,” I whisper. He hears anyway. Because if there’s one thing about me, it’s that once I make up my mind I stick to it. I’m loyal to a fault. It’s why my life turned to shit on Earth. But somehow, I don’t think that’s the same case here.

Zynar’s gaze snaps to me the moment that I touch the restraint binding his arm. I try to loosen the knot, but it’s impossible. Kneeling, I grab the carving knife Varek had insisted I place underneath my bed for security. It makes a slight shick sound as it scrapes across the stone floor.

“Kahlesta?” Darn it. Curse their good hearing. “Kahlesta, what are you doing? Has Zynar gotten free?” Varek bumps against the door again. Zynar snarls, teeth completely bared as he tugs against the restraints.

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