Page 73 of A Cyborg for the Alien Mercenary

“I have ulterior motives. Apparently there’s an old human tradition,” he said. “When mates enter their new home for the first time, the male carries the female over the threshold. It’s supposed to bring good luck.”

She raised an eyebrow, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. “That’s sweet, but you do realize I’m not human. Right? Not really anyway,” she teased, her fingers tracing one of the intricate markings on his forearm.

His deep chuckle echoed along the corridor. “Neither am I, little one. But I’m not turning down free good luck.” He shiftedhis grip as the door slid open in front of them. “Besides, I quite like the idea of carrying my mate to our bed.”

“Well, when you put it that way…” She pretended to consider it for a moment and then grinned up at him.

“Next time.” He winked at her. “You can carry me.”

She grinned. “You’re on, handsome.”

The door slid shut behind them, and she blinked as she looked around the room. There were what looked like rose petals scattered over the fresh white sheets on the bed and candles all around.

She cut a glance at him, and he had the grace to blush. “Yeah, so I read a few human romance novels. I wanted this to be perfect.” He studied her expression with worry. “This is good. Isn’t it? I got it right?”

“Oh, yes, you definitely got it right.” She leaned in to whisper against his lips.

He carried her to the bed, kissing her as he lowered her. She sank into the softness, the cool sheets a delicious contrast to the warmth of his skin.

She reached for him, her fingers trailing over the contours of his chest and the hard ridges of his heavy muscles. Yanking him toward her, her lips crashed into his in a fierce, demanding kiss that left no doubt about what she wanted. She’d nearly died. She wanted to feel alive again. And the best place she knew to do that was in his arms.

He groaned into her mouth as their tongues danced, the kiss deepening. Her hands roamed his body, a thrill running through her at the feel of the solid muscle beneath his clothing. This big, powerful man was all hers… and she needed to feel his skin against hers. Right. Now.

“Covak, please,” she begged, pulling at his shirt.

He got her message, his eyes filled with dark heat as he undressed her with a reverence that made her heart ache,stealing kisses for every inch of skin revealed. His expression tightened as he smoothed gentle touches over the new scars that marred her skin.

“They’re just scars,” she whispered. “I’m here. You’re here. That’s all that matters. Now are you going to get naked or what?”

“I thought you’d never ask.” He grinned, his voice thick and raspy despite his teasing.

Rolling off her, he undressed with a speed that was impressive. She leaned up on one elbow to watch the view, catcalling when his cock sprang free to slap against his toned stomach.

“Come here,” she murmured, reaching out as he crawled back over the bed.

She wrapped her hand around his thick cock, her grip firm as she stroked him. His breath hitched, and a surge of feminine power rolled through her at the sound.

“Don’t think I’m going to leave you out,” he purred.

Settling on his side next to her so she could still reach his cock, he parted her thighs. They both sucked in a breath as his fingers slipped in the slick wetness of her arousal. Locking his gaze with hers, he stroked her clit even as she stroked him. Each touch brought her closer to the edge, tension winding tighter and tighter deep inside her.

“I can’t wait,” she breathed, pushing him onto his back and straddling him.

He smiled as he lay beneath her, his large hands smoothing over the flare of her hips.

“Take what you need, sweetheart. It’s all for you.”

Her breathing was short and hurried as she positioned herself over him, the broad head of his cock nudging against the entrance to her pussy. She’d never been so wet in all her life, but still he was that big that the stretch as she lowered herself onto him bordered on pain. It was a sweet ache, though, onethat eased almost immediately as she rocked on him, impaling herself on his broad girth until he was buried in her to the hilt.

“Gods,” he groaned, throwing his head back and the cords standing out in his strong neck. “That feelsfrexxingphenomenal!”

She had to agree but didn’t have the words. Instead, she let her actions speak for her as she rose up and then rode him with an abandon that left no room for thought, only feeling. His hands gripped her hips, guiding her movements as she rose and fell on his cock, impaling herself over and over. Their eyes caught and held. In his darkened gaze, she saw everything she had ever wanted—love, acceptance,home.

“You’re all I’ve ever wanted,” he confessed, his voice hoarse with emotion. “I never wanted the harems or the battles. I just wanted you, Jesh. Only you.”

“I’m yours, Covak,” she vowed in a soft whisper. “Now and forever.”

Their rhythm quickened, the sound of their bodies moving together creating an erotic soundtrack. Sweat slicked their skin, and the scent of their arousal filled the air. It was intoxicating, a sensory overload that heightened every touch, every kiss.

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