Page 29 of Bred by the Alien Prince

He pulled my hair back with a hard yank and bit at my nipples until I gasped at the pain. Gripping my waist, he took control, slipping deeper into the water to pound inside at a near-inhuman speed.

I could only hold on for the ride, scratching my dull nails along his back once he hit that perfect spot. He slowed down, timing his strokes perfectly, and now I could move along to his rhythm until we both cried out in pleasure.

So much for bathing. A part of me wondered if we were just too animals in heat. Doing what nature intended, is that what we were doing? Mating, as he said.

I needed to talk to him more about how this whole omega stuff would work. I still couldn’t fully wrap my head around how I was gonna push a baby outta this body. I sure as hell wasn’t up for turning into a woman. No offense, I like being a man.

And why the hell was I going along with it by having sex with him?

Oh yeah, I knew the answer to that. He was freaking irresistible, he smelled… sweet, and I enjoyed being by his side. Looks like Operation Freedom had an enemy… myself.

We carried our lovemaking from the tub to the bed not giving a damn if we soaked the sheets, I gripped the soft fabric as he held my legs up and together, his cock inside me stroking my insides. I reached out to him wanting to feel his weight on me, pressing me into the cushions, I wanted to smell his breath and hear his grunts and moans in my ear. My wish was granted, and we continued until time seemed less important to us both.

The large pane of glass had a vast space where I sat, wrapped in blankets, and gazed down at what looked like a bustling port. The sky was a beautiful purplish hue with cotton candy clouds. What sort of society did they create?

“Hm, you smell so good.” I felt his strong arms wrap around my waist.

“Stop it.” I moved away feeling… I don’t know, antsy.

“You feel good, as well, and this… anus of yours fits me like a glove.” He just did not get the hint.

“You’re gross. Tell me something else, something romantic.” I don’t know, I needed to hear, I don’t know, not words of love or anything. But I also wanted to be more than a cum dumpster. I think it was at this moment I realized how fucked up I was.

“Romantic? What is Romantic?”

“Like, loving.”

“I don’t follow.”

“Like say nice things about my hair or eyes. Not everything has to be about sex. Unless that’s all you care for.”

“What do you want me to say about your eyes?”

“I don’t fucking know! Make something up!” I got up and this time I wanted to take a real bath, I didn’t want to be near him and I didn’t want him to touch me, I don’t know why I was so damn irritable. Why the hell did I want him to be romantic with me?

The whole point is to make him trust me. Then maybe I could get myself out of this and warn everyone of what was happening. But here I am melting every time he looks at me, let alone touch me!

Maybe I needed to realize that I wasn’t cut out for this. I wasn’t some spy. I wasn’t trained for anything resembling this; hell, I wasn’t supposed to be here! I wanted to punch something hard!

“You’re dissatisfied, understandable. We’re two different species who met under unfavorable circumstances, but I’ve tried to make you as comfortable as possible, but I suppose that isn’t enough.” He approached but kept a respectful gap between us. “If you expect me to be a copy of the men of your planet, then you will be disappointed. I’m not them. I’m a warrior, a fighter, a prince. I can have any man I want.”

“Then fucking get them!”

He closed the gap.

“I will fuck you until you pop out my little bastard, and there is nothing you can do to stop me, be lucky I don’t want to rape you, boy!” He scoffed, and I wanted to slap the hell out of him! “This would be a great time to call the doctor to examine you.”

What a damn mess I allowed myself to get into.

First, I said more about Earth than I intended. Now, whatever plan I had to escape and call for help was becoming less and less of a possibility. But at least I also knew something about his planet. It was called Ashan.

However, his not caring if I knew didn’t make me feel I had gotten anything substantial out of our talk.

I wondered what his home life was like or what his planet looked like. There was so much to see and learn about him, myself, and this new part of the galaxy. I wondered if my mom and sister were worried about me.

CHAPTER 11

Lorvian

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