Page 54 of Holiday with the Aliens

Her eyebrows shot up and she pursed her lips. “If you think that’s what I mean, this night isn’t going to be nearly as exciting as I thought.”

He grinned and undid the buttons on his top until a strip of his golden chest was bared to the harsh light of her room. Molly leaned forward and placed her hand inside, helping him out of his top and loving the play of his hot skin under her fingers. He must have run hotter than a human; it was like a furnace lived inside of his chest. She traced the dark markings that radiated out and down from his neck, lightly caressing the raised edges until he shivered.

“Are they sensitive?” she asked, watching his eyes darken momentarily to red when she darted her tongue out and licked him. She was powerful here, holding his pleasure at her mercy.

Tav had to swallow before he spoke, and when his words came out, they were husky. “A little. Keep doing that.”

She tugged him closer while going to her knees on the bed so she had better access. Her lips trailed down a path, tasting the salty sweat of his skin and the difference in texture between it and the marks he bore. He had a hand on her arm, holding her lightly, but his muscles bunched up as if it was a hardship to notgrab on and hold her with all of his strength. He was leashing himself for her, holding back so he didn’t hurt her. Molly wasn’t made of glass, but the care shot straight to her heart and made her long for everything he could give her.

“I still haven’t seen all of you,” she whispered as she laved her tongue over his nipple and felt him shiver.

“I don’t know if I can hold myself back once I’m naked.” The ragged confession was torn out of him, his breath heavy and eyes completely gone to red.

Molly grinned up at him from where she was kneeling. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

“Do you want me, dearest Molly?”

“I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t. I want you. And I trust you to take care of me.” In bed and out of it, but she’d save the entirety of that confession for later. Now she just needed him, in whatever way he was willing to give.

His hands shook slightly as he pushed his pants down, but he stood proudly, naked in front of her, still as a statue for her perusal. His cock stood tall, hard and thick, and different enough from a human’s that she couldn’t resist running a finger from base to tip, feeling the foreign veins and ridges under her finger tip.

Tav groaned and arched towards her.

Molly wrapped a hand around him, careful not to squeeze too tight, and moved up and down, excruciatingly slow enough to have him cursing in a language that her translator didn’t recognize. He trembled, trying to stand tall as she gave him this pleasure, but he looked ready to collapse, or to surge forward and take over, scooping her up into his arms and plunging deep into her willing sex.

Yes, now please.

“Kiss me,” he commanded, voice almost too low for her to hear. It was feral, completely animalistic, and it set something off in Molly that she’d never known was possible.

They crashed together, devouring one another with teeth and tongues, and a little too much force. Tav pushed her back, climbing over her on the bed and easing her down onto the mattress. She left her hand where it was, the hard heat of his cock too tempting to pull away from, not when it had him making noises she couldn’t describe but that made her insides curl up in yearning. Yes, him, yes, this. Yes, now.

“Please.” She didn’t know what she was asking for; she spoke the word against his lips and only knew he’d have to read the desires in her body.

And he didn’t disappoint. Tav pulled back, leaving Molly’s hand empty, but he took the reins, kissing his way down her body, leaving a hot trail and setting her off. She was on the edge and his fingers hadn’t gone anywhere near her core. She feared a single brush would send her over. Feared and wanted. Now.

He must have been reading her mind as a finger circled the outside of her sex and pushed in, but that wasn’t all he did. His lips brushed the skin just under her breast and he bit down hard enough to leave a mark, startling her, pinching her enough that she didn’t come as he began his siege to bring her pleasure. His lips and fingers worked in tandem and Molly’s own fingers found their way into his hair, gripping it, trying not to pull, but needing the contact.

She arched up against him and wrapped one leg around, giving him as much access as she could, sobbing out pleas as he tortured her with his tongue like some sort of sadist. God, she could fall in love with that tongue. She probably already had.

He stretched her out, his fingers wickedly working within her, finding every spot that made her gasp and moan for more. Finding spots she’d never even found herself. And when heseated himself at her entrance, kissing his path back up to her, she couldn’t take anymore.

“Now,” she demanded, fingers curled tightly around his arm. “Fuck me.”

Tav grinned and pushed himself, joining them together with a slow thrust. He was big, bigger than she’d expected, and the stretch took a moment. And then he began to move. He seemed determined to drive her mad, as if he was challenging his own ability to hold his desires in check. She was ready to howl and scream and demand that he move faster, that he take her hard, take her now, and leave her marked forever as his.

And something inside of him seemed to snap and Molly pulled him close and crushed their mouths together. He plunged into her, taking her just as hard as she wanted until suddenly she shivered and rippled, her mind blanking as her body surrendered to pleasure, cresting the peak as she cried out his name.

With a yell, Tav followed after her, spilling inside of her and thrusting through to the end.

Something deep inside of her seemed to snap into place, right below her heart, and for a moment it was like she could feel Tav’s heart beating inside of her own. The denya bond, what he’d told her about.

She hadn’t expected to feel it, but even before that, she’d been sure that no matter what, she wouldn’t be able to let him go.

Chapter Eight

With one day before the party, Tav felt guilty leaving his mate to fend for herself. They’d spent that first night in bed for hours, trading kisses and caresses, stories of their pasts, and fears for their futures. At some point, Molly had escaped the warmth of the covers and scurried away to prepare them a meal in her food processor, but otherwise they’d been ensconced with each other until day break. If it hadn’t been for her responsibilities, they would have surely spent the next day wrapped up around each other too. Instead, they worked as well as they could and retreated to her room at the first opportunity.

But today Tav had responsibilities of his own to see to. Juuno had done her best to repair the ship, and once the Honora Station head mechanic declared it safe for passengers, they’d be cleared to leave when they were ready. Tav already planned to stay until after the winter party, but he could tell that his passengers and crew were ready to continue on their journey. Honora Station didn’t hold much in the way of entertainment to those used to the spectacle that richer planets had to offer.

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