Page 70 of An Alien for the Future

“There!” I’m not sure if Tovan even hears me, if he’s even capable of rational thought right now, but he follows my direction. People, beings, dodge out of the way as we go and I can’t help the blush that rises on my cheeks. This is wild, but maybe I needed this over-the-top kind of love. Maybe it’s always been what I needed.

Tovan kicks the door open, a splintering crash that echoes in the stillness, and then he’s inside and the door is slamming shut behind us, the lock engaging with a heavy thud. With purpose, he finds the bedroom, setting me down gently, almost reverently, and for a moment, our gazes meet, a flicker of recognition passing between us, a fragile spark of humanity in the midst of the storm.

But then he’s gone.

I ease up on my elbows, confused when realization dawns. As the lights dim in the room, I realize he’s pulling all the blinds closed. Locking all the windows. Affording us some privacy before…

Before he takes me.

When he appears at the door again. my throat goes dry.

His pants are tented, his cock straining hard to get through and his chest is still heaving, claws still clenching and unclenching.

“Tovan…”

With a speed that makes me gasp, he’s upon me, his body covering mine, his weight both terrifying and exhilarating.

As his lips find mine, his kiss a consuming fire, I surrender to the inevitable, to the primal force that’s drawing us together, body and soul.

I surrender to this male. To his love.

I surrender to everything.

The rut. It has begun.

19

DONNA

The world explodes.

That’s the only way I can describe the moment Tovan’s lips meet mine. It’s not just a kiss, it’s a supernova of sensation, a collision of need so powerful that it shatters the last of my control, my sanity.

His scent fills my senses, an intoxicating sweetness that makes me dig my fingers into his scales, urging him closer. They press against my skin, a delicious friction that makes me arch into him, craving more even as his claws roam my body, mapping my curves, claiming me as his.

He growls against my throat, a low rumbling sound that vibrates through me, stirring something deep within my core. It’s a wild, untamed response that’s never happened to me before. As if my body is waking up because of this intensity, this need radiating off him.

And his mouth is everywhere, devouring, tasting, branding me with his possession. He sucks on my earlobe, nipping at the sensitive skin, making me cry out, pleading for more. But he doesn’t linger. Not for long. His tongue traces a path down my neck, leaving a trail of fire in its wake, and then he finds my breast, his mouth closing over it, sucking, teasing, drivingme mad with pleasure, my whole body lights up, electricity like sparks going through my veins.

I writhe beneath him, my hands clutching at his scales, pulling him close, wanting to climb inside his skin, to become one with this creature who’s both alien and familiar, dangerous and comforting.

“Lira’an,” he growls against my skin, his voice thick with desire, with a possessiveness that both terrifies and excites me. “You are mine.Mine.”

With a swiftness that makes me gasp, Tovan flips me onto my stomach, his weight pressing me into the soft mattress, his heat enveloping me. He pulls my tunic up, baring my backside to him, and I shiver, a mix of anticipation and apprehension rippling through me.

With a growl, he snaps my panties, flinging them away with a careless flick of his wrist before his claws whisper down my thighs. He’s staring at me and I’m completely open. Completely vulnerable. But never have I felt so safe.

As his growl deepens, he parts my legs with a slow, deliberate motion that has me trembling. The moment he leans down, I get a single second of warning before his tongue traces a molten path up my inner thigh. I gasp, the sensation overwhelming, but it’s nothing compared to the shock that rips through me when his mouth finds my core. He devours me, his tongue darting and probing, rolling over and through my folds as he groans in pleasure, grabs my hips and holds me still as he presses his face into my core.

I cling to the sheets, my fingers tangled in the fabric, as waves of pleasure crash over me. Tovan growls again, and I’m not sure whether it’s in pleasure or possession. His mouth is relentless, every stroke of his tongue heated and wet.

“Tovan,” I whimper. He responds with a feral sound, his claws digging into my flesh enough that I cry out. The pain meldswith pleasure, a heady mix that prolongs the fever building within me.

His tongue thrusts deeper, finding a rhythm that matches the pounding of my heart and my body arches out of my control. Every lick, every nip, every growl pulls me deeper and I feel the bond between us strengthening, an unbreakable tether that ties our souls together. It’s intense, raw, and beautiful in a way that defies words.

The world narrows down to his mouth on me, his claws on my skin, his growl in my ears. I feel myself unraveling, the pleasure building to an unbearable peak. And then, with one final, deep thrust of his tongue, I shatter.

The orgasm rips through me, a storm of sensation that leaves me crying out, gasping for breath. My body convulses, each wave of pleasure cresting higher than the last. Tovan’s grip tightens, his claws anchoring me to him as if he’s afraid I will just up and float away.

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