Page 10 of Alien King Crashes the Wedding

Sasha felt like she’d been splashed with ice water. “They never said anything to me. They told you about me?” she asked with hurt anger. What had they told him? How could her friends talk about her behind her back? She tried to wriggle off of Dagan’s lap, but suddenly his hands were like steel clamps, keeping her in place.

“You misunderstand, little one.” Dagan groaned from her continued wriggling. She was making his cock ache with every bounce. “They want you to be happy. I asked about you because I intend to make you mine. I will bind you to me if you agree, or I can prove myself to you through a claiming period first, if that is your preference. It will be my responsibility to see to your happiness. Learning about you will help me to do that. You have not learned to trust me yet, so trust your friends.”

Sasha didn’t know which statement to respond to first as a bolt of need shot through her. Dagan wanted her. He would see to her happiness. Her breathing hitched up a notch, acutely aware of her position on his lap. She shivered with need, her body responding to his words, his touch, as she’d never responded to another.

She could do this. She had waited all this time for her body to wake up and respond. No other man had ever made her quiver with such fierce need. This might be her only chance to be with him, to feel this aching need. She could let him ‘claim’ her for the rest of the week, and then walk away when he went back to Caldor, couldn’t she?

Sasha’s thoughts were lightning fast and chaotic. She wasn’t saving herself for marriage, she just hadn’t found anyone who made her feel crazy with lust. Not like Dagan did just by looking at her. What if she never felt that way again about anyone else? Besides, wasn’t ‘claiming’ just the Caldorians’ polite way of saying they were having sex? Sasha looked into Dagan’s eyes. They were hungry and possessive. It made her tingle.

“We’re strangers. Claiming?” Sasha swallowed nervously. “That’s like dating, right? It’s not permanent?”

“Not necessarily,” he gritted.What the fuck is she thinking, he wondered? “I am not familiar with your concept of dating, so I will try to make you understand what claiming is. Once we have joined our bodies, you can only break my claim if you feel that it cannot be a productive match or I have given you just cause.”

“I think I understand. If I were to, say, find you in bed with another woman, would that be considered ‘just cause’ for breaking up with you?” Sasha wriggled again, very distracted by the new sensations she was feeling. She could feel his hard cock beneath her and it was making her feel deliciously naughty.

“With certainty. But that will not happen as I am Caldorian. We do not choose one above all others, only to join with someone else later. Make no mistake, little one, once you agree,” he growled, “I will not allow another to come between us. There will be no others for either of us, so do not think to bring another man to your bed. If you need more time to get to know me, then speak of it now. I am eager to move forward as I know that you are meant for me, but I will go at your pace and do my best to prove my worthiness. Tell me what you want.”

When Dagan realized her wriggling was no longer caused by anger and embarrassment over what her friend might have told him, he relaxed his grip and allowed her to slide down a little, only to pull her forward again in agonizing slowness over his hard shaft. He groaned in sweet agony then plucked at one turgid nipple through the thin material of her bikini, pleased when she moaned in desire, subconsciously pressing in for more. She didn’t want this to become permanent? He would make her come so hard and so often during the six week claiming period that she wouldn’t be able to think of anything but how full of cock she was.Her body already knows it belongs to me.She just needs time to admit it to herself. I have warned her how it will be.

“Do you need more time?” he rumbled. She wasn’t making it easy to stay focused on the conversation the way she was wriggling, but he persevered. The manner in which he would proceed was dictated by her responses. He wanted to continue grinding her against his engorged shaft, but held her still once again so that he could think clearly. “I know you feel the same connection I do. I am Caldorian. Do you understand this is no small thing we do here? We are meant for each other and I would prove it to you. All you have to do is agree,” he said persuasively.

“You’re right.” She smiled shyly. “I feel it, too. I don’t need more time.”

“Then you agree to my claim?” he asked again, just to be certain he understood.

Dagan’s heart melted as Sasha nodded, too shy to look him in the eye. “Then, Sasha Montgomery, I hereby mark this day as the beginning of our claiming period.”

Sasha felt some of her earlier awkwardness return. Dagan sounded so serious and formal. All of her insecurities came rushing in. Would he still want to be with her if he knew the rest of the week would be wasted on someone who didn’t know the first thing about how to please him? He would probably laugh at her. He was so totally hot, he must have women crawling all over him all the time. Could she really do this? What if she changed her mind? What if…

“Sasha?” Dagan prompted. “Look at me,” he commanded. When she finally raised her eyes to meet his, he continued, “Whatever you’re thinking right now, share it with me. You’re getting all tense again. Tell me what’s going through your head.”

Sasha swallowed nervously and looked away. When Dagan didn’t respond, she eventually looked back at him again. His look clearly stated that he could wait all night for her to elaborate. He wasn’t going to let it go. Finally she gave in and said shyly, “I want this. I do. And I don’t need more time. Girls do this all the time, right? But, we only have the week and I guess I’m a little nervous.”

“Why do we only have a week? The traditional claiming period is for six weeks,” he said with a scowl.

“Six weeks? Wow. You have a set time? We usually just wing it here on Earth.” She smiled uncertainly, feeling very awkward. “I’m supposed to go home at the end of the week. You don’t live here, either. I have a job,” she added lamely.

“I see,” he replied, kissing her gently. “One week is not much time. I hope you will allow me to try to convince you to give us more time. We can work it out.”

“Maybe we could take it one day at a time?” she suggested as she blushed.

“Of course, little one. Temperatures are dropping rapidly out here and you’re shivering again, so I’m going to carry you to that heated cabana back there.” He pointed. “I’m sure it will be empty by the time we get there and we will have more privacy,” he said, grinning. “There will also be plenty of refreshments in there and some maju paste,” he ordered.

Sasha looked at where he was pointing. She couldn’t see around the shrubbery, but she remembered it from when she’d first come out. It had to be nearly a hundred yards away. The place was enormous. She was about to protest when Dagan put a finger over her mouth. “Don’t argue about my carrying you. You are wet and it is very cold outside of this tub. You will trust me to protect you and take care of you.” He nipped at her lower lip until she opened for his kiss, then deepened it until she moaned and slid her hands into his hair.

Dagan’s kisses stole her breath and the last of her reservations as his mouth skimmed lightly across her cheek to hover over the sensitive area along the side of her neck. Sasha groaned and tilted her head to the side to give him better access, wanting his mouth on her.

“Good girl,” he murmured, pleased by her submission.

He kissed his way up and down her neck, nipping gently with his teeth, finding her most sensitive spot. When she moaned and ground her mound against him, he knew he’d found it. With one large hand tangled in her hair to hold her in place, he began to suck. He wanted to mark her. Everyone would see it and know that she belonged to him. He knew her mind would also work in his favor, subconsciously registering his mark as a symbol of his ownership. She would be much more likely to trust him and welcome his claiming and eventual binding. He growled softly and sucked harder.Mine.

Dagan’s large hand kneaded Sasha’s hip in synchronized rhythm with his mouth until her hips took up the rhythm themselves, grinding her bikini-clad mound back and forth over his cock. He grunted in male satisfaction at how well she responded to his unspoken commands. He wanted to bury himself inside her right there, but he would wait. He released Sasha to see how well he had marked her, growling in pleasure at the dark, purplish mark against her fair skin. His vision was superior to a human’s, and he could see it quite clearly. He smiled. He would make sure she was always thusly marked.

Dagan watched Sasha’s blue eyes slowly open as she raised her head. She placed one hand over the mark he’d given her, flushing in embarrassment. Her face was very expressive, and he knew she was imagining everyone looking at it and knowing how it had gotten there. Her sweet shyness made his cock twitch in eagerness. “Say you understand and ask me to begin the claiming period, Sasha,” ordered Dagan.

Still holding her fingers against his mark, she nodded mutely, her blue eyes large and trusting. “I understand. Please, Dagan, I’m ready.”

After one more kiss, Dagan stood up. He had one arm wrapped around Sasha’s waist so she wouldn’t fall as he stood, and allowed her to slide down his body until her feet touched the bottom of the tub. They stood gazing into each other’s eyes for long moments, so focused on each other they were temporarily immune to the cold. Eventually their surroundings intruded on their silent communication and Sasha shivered involuntarily. “And so it begins,” he rumbled, and scooped her up into his arms.

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