Page 58 of An Alien for the Future

“Don’t stop. Just…” She’s frowning, eyes squeezed shut tight, and if not for the way she’s gripping me, surrendering to me, I would think she’s in pain. But this isn’t pain. This is something else. She’s close, I can sense it. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop.”

And so I don’t. I keep doing the exact thing. I keep the rhythm, the pressure. I keep my tight hold on this delicious morsel of a female,myfemale, and I drive my cock into her just the way she’s begging for it.

“Tovan!” Her nails dig into my scales as she climaxes, her body convulsing around me. The sight of her lost in pleasure, the feel of her pulsing around me, sends me spiraling.

With a final, deep thrust, I let go, pouring myself into her. My body shudders with the force of my release. It’s so much that it comes streaming down onto the counter, the scent filling the air of mating and spend.

Donna’s legs are still wrapped around me, her body limp and satisfied. I press my face into her neck, inhaling like she did before I nibble her face, her lips. She smiles against my mouth, her eyes still closed.

“See,” she murmurs. “We fit just fine.”

I can’t help but chuckle, my chest vibrating with the sound. “Yes, mykahl. We fit perfectly.”

In this moment, everything else fades away. Still buried inside her, I tug her closer. I know, with a certainty that shakes me to my core, that I will never be free of this female. And I don’t want to be.

I am hers.

Completely.

Utterly.

Hers.

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DONNA

The days that pass feel like I’m living in a dream.

I wake and Tovan is there, showering me with kisses, his arms encircling me each morning as he tells me how beautiful I am. How lucky he is.

And each night, after a long day working on the farm, we tuck in together, his arms around me again, his hardness deep inside me, and my whole body singing as if I’m floating on a cloud.

It’s probably why I wake each morning with my heart thundering in my chest, thinking it’s all been a dream and I’ve now woken up. Probably why, each dawn brings an anxiety that lingers even now with the sun fully risen.

Standing at my front window, I stare outside, a cold drink clutched in my hands and that same anxiety in my heart.

What am I afraid of? What’s making me so scared?

I swallow hard, pushing away the emotion as I take a sip of the drink and turn away from the window. My dining table is filled with batches of bluebread. Tovan’s been an excellent taste tester, but I’m starting to wonder if he’s just being nice because he thinks everything I do is amazing.

The bluebread just doesn’t taste…right. Or maybe I’m just hoping for it to taste like a place that I’ll never see again.Not only that but it’s becoming increasingly clear that unless I use this farm for its original purpose—crops and livestock—I’m going to be in deep financial trouble.

I need a plan. A way to make this farm work, a way to secure my future. A way to stand on my own two feet.

And then there’s Tovan.

He’s weaving himself into my life. I’ve never felt so desired, so cherished, so completely… possessed.

Are we truly mates? Or is this just…what? A fleeting attraction? A desperate attempt at connection in a strange new world? The trouble with having so many men disappoint me is the fact I can’t even trustmyselfor my heart.

It’s led me astray before.

Shaking my head, I try to clear the swirling thoughts. This isn’t getting me anywhere. I need to do something to feel productive. So I head back into the kitchen, humming the familiar strains of “Amazing Grace” as I clean up the kitchen.

I hear the moment Tovan steps in. The front door closes quietly behind him, and as if there’s some electric current between us, I sense the moment he stands at the kitchen door.

“Lira’an.”

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