Page 10 of My Alien Sunshine

Faelin

I got through to Nala for a moment before she retreated again. I can’t blame her. Trust has to be earned. I’ve offered my help if she needs it, but I already know she won’t ask. Asking for help shows weakness and Nala has probably learned the hard way that showing weakness is to be avoided at all costs, especially with random strangers.

It’s odd how attached I’ve become to her over such a short period of time.

I had a simple plan—find a mate. Someone to share my life with. Someone who’d ease my loneliness.

I think that in the beginning, I just wanted what Tareq has, like a child who wants the same toy as their sibling. However, I no longer want to find just any mate. I want Nala.

There are a few select races across the galaxy who experience what they call “fated mate bonds”. When they meet their perfect match, they immediately become attracted to them, recognizing them as their fated mates. In truth, fate has nothing to do with it. It’s their bodies recognizing an exceptional potential partner. Genetic…something. I never really understood it, nor did I care to. Now, I’m left wondering. Could something like that be happening to me?

I’ve never met my parents. I only know they were hybrids themselves. The tests the UGC doctors ran on me when I joined the force revealed no less than eleven different species mixed in my DNA. A 3rd generation hybrid, at the very least, they told me. A rare feat, and not in a good way. But my new captain and squad didn’t care, so I didn’t let it bother me.

I don’t even remember all of the different species the scientists have identified in my DNA. Could it be that one of them was from a race that experienced fated mate bonds? Is that why I’m so attracted to Nala? Because whatever the reason, my body, my DNA, and the entire universe are telling me she’s perfect for me? Or am I just hopelessly enamored?

Does it even matter?

She’s asked for my cock. Begged me for it. What kind of mate would I be to refuse her?

I cover Nala’s incredible body with mine. Her skin gleaming with a sheen of sweat as she tightly wraps her long, muscular legs around my hips. She’s panting lightly, still winded from her previous orgasm and her grip on me is strong. I’m probably just imagining it but it feels almost as if Nala doesn’t want to let me go either.

“So eager,” I tease.

“Oh yes, I am. Please, Faelin!”

I love how Nala says my name. I loved it even more when she’d screamed it as she came undone. I’d love to hear her scream it again but I’m worried that in my current state of arousal I’ll explode the second I bury myself into her tight, delicious body.

Nala protests as my cock slides across her sensitive folds instead of burying it deep inside. I repeatedly rub the head of my cock over her clit, back and forth, working her mind into near delirium because I’m certain the actual coupling won’t last long.

I capture Nala’s mouth with mine, kissing her deeply and swallowing down all of her needy whimpers. Shifting my body to free my hand, I tease her nipple until she’s moaning out my name, begging incoherently. When I can’t take it any longer, I gently nudge my cockhead against her opening.

I’m big and she’s tight. So tight I worry about hurting her. Going ever so slowly, I press inside just an inch at a time, allowing Nala time to adjust.

“Damn this,” she growls, yanking my head back to meet her eyes. “Fuck me, Faelin. I’m not made of glass.”

Maddened by pure lust and desire, I oblige. I thrust forward, plunging deep inside her luscious warmth in one swift motion. Nala cries out, forcing our bodies closer together as she crosses her ankles behind my back. Her tight walls are squeezing me so hard I know I won’t last much longer. I need to make her come, now.

I reach between our joined bodies to toy with her clit between thrusts. Nala’s cries gain intensity and I’m pleased to hear her calling out my name between curses and calling out to her god.

I don’t worship any gods, but as Nala writhes underneath me, her inner walls squeezing like a vise, I wish I did just so I had someone to pray to. As it stands, I can only groan and desperately try to distract myself, to think of anything but Nala if I don’t want to blow my load too soon.

I can’t come up with anything. Nala’s all that exists in my mind. Her smile, her body. Her little blunt teeth digging into my shoulder as she comes violently, screaming out my name.

“Oh, fuck…” I’d sooner move a space station with my bare hands than stop the orgasm barrelling through me as Nala’s inner muscles clench my cock. “NALA!” I cry out her name like a prayer.

Who needs gods when I have her. She’s my goddess, my everything. My perfection.

“Wow, that was…” Nala giggles, unable to finish the sentence. “Something. It was definitely something.”

I hum in agreement, unable to form words. Slumped on top of Nala, I’m barely supporting my own weight so I don’t crush her completely. We’re both a sweaty mess now, yet neither of us cares.

Eventually, Nala begins wriggling her hips from side to side, not finding much relief due to my weight. I lift up, worried I’ve hurt her. “Are you okay? Should I move?”

“If you could move just a little bit, please,” she asks, somewhat hesitantly. She’s certainly not used to asking people for anything. “It’s a little hard on my hips like this. During the act, I don’t notice, but when you lie on top of me like this afterward…”

Yes, I can see how having her legs wrapped around my much wider hips must be uncomfortable. Nala is taller than Astra, the top of her head reaching up to my chin, but she’s still a lot smaller than me.

I roll, settling myself beside her on the bed. “Can I still hold you?”

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