Page 38 of Alien Prince's Fated Mate

He pulled back just enough to meet my eyes. The beast stared back at me through rings of brilliant color - electric blue surrounded by deep emerald. But intelligence still burned there, along with a desperate sort of wonder.

“How can you accept this so easily?” His clawed fingers flexed against my spine. “You should run screaming.”

“I’ve seen true evil.” I traced the darkened spots trailing down his neck, fascinated by how they responded to my touch. “You are so much more than that.”

His head dropped back to my throat, scenting along my collarbone. Every brush of his tongue left a trail of fire across my skin. My hands explored the planes of his chest, finding the muscles even harder, more defined.

“Mine.” The word vibrated against my pulse point. “My mate.”

“Yes.” The admission came easily. After years of the Temple trying to strip away my humanity, Tharon’s possessiveness felt like coming home. “Yours.”

His purr deepened as he continued mapping my skin with lips and tongue and careful fangs. One hand slid into my short hair while the other kept me pressed firmly against him. Even lost to the change, he handled me like something precious.

I let my own hands wander, learning the feel of him

His large hands spanned my ribs, rough palms catching on the fabric of my shirt as he unfastened my vest. A gasp tore from my throat at the gentle exploration, so different from his beast’s growls against my neck.

“More.” The word slipped out before I could catch it. Heat bloomed across my cheeks.

Tharon's purr deepened as his thumbs brushed the undersides of my breasts. Even through layers of fabric, the touch sent electricity arcing through my body. My hands fisted in his shirt, needing an anchor against the flood of sensation.

“Tell me what you want.” His voice rumbled where he nuzzled my throat. “Let me hear you.”

“I...” The words wouldn't come. This raw need caught me off guard, overwhelmed my senses.

His hands stilled. “We can stop.”

“No!” I pressed against his touch, shameless in my need. “Please don’t stop.”

The beast’s satisfaction vibrated through his chest as his palms covered my breasts fully. My head fell back, offering more of my throat to his exploring mouth. Each brush of his tongue against sensitive skin drew fresh sounds from my lips.

“Beautiful.” His thumbs circled slowly, drawing peaks through the fabric. “The sounds you make. The way you respond. Perfect.”

I should have felt exposed, vulnerable. Instead, power thrummed through me at how carefully he touched, how desperately he wanted.

“More?” He lifted his head to study my face, pupils blown wide with desire.

“Yes.” I pushed into his hands, craving pressure, friction, anything to ease the growing ache. “Please, Tharon.”

A growl of pure possession rumbled through him. His hands squeezed gently, thumbs working circles that had me gasping. Every touch sent fresh sparks dancing across my skin, building a fire I hadn’t known my body could contain.

“Tell me if it’s too much.” Even lost to desire, he watched my reactions carefully. “I won’t hurt you.”

“You won’t.” I pulled him down for a kiss, letting him taste my need. “I trust you.”

His purr deepened at the words. One hand slid to my back, supporting me as he explored with the other. Each careful touch drew fresh sounds from my throat, sounds I hadn’t known I could make.

Strange, how natural this felt. How right. Tharon’s touch made me feel alive in my own skin. Made me want things I’d never dared imagine.

His thumb brushed a particularly sensitive spot and I cried out, clutching his shoulders. He repeated the motion, drinking in my response with beast-bright eyes.

“Perfect,” he breathed against my lips. “So responsive. So beautiful.”

Desire pooled deep inside me, an ache I didn't quite understand but desperately wanted to explore. My hips rocked without conscious thought, seeking more contact, more friction, more of everything he offered. His growl held approval as his hands continued their careful exploration. Each touch built the fire higher, teaching my body pleasures I'd never imagined possible. Teaching me to want, to need, to crave. And I wanted more.

So much more.

THARON

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