Page 16 of Alien Knight Blind Date Disaster

Lives were on the line. Sacrifices must be made. She needed him to trust her. Talk to her.

Want her.

And that’s not the stupid Scotch talking.

All she needed was one little kiss.

Her heart pounded in her ears. Her body flushed with heat. One kiss. Maybe, just maybe she could convince him that she was a helpless human female in need of protection. That she was innocent.

She pressed forward, intending to claim his mouth, but he had his hand behind her head, fingers buried in her hair before she could gasp for air. He took control, locking their lips together with a groan that sounded more animalistic than human, a sound that made her throb deep inside. Her hands blindly reached for him. She needed to touch him. Explore. Taste. She didn’t know she’d made a sound until he shifted her closer.

Falden growled low in his chest. He wanted to claim her. Make her his. He tried to get comfortable in the seat. Furon was in the way.

He laid the sword across the dash, then easily lifted her over the center console. There wasn’t much room, but he was determined to make the tight space work. He needed to be inside her. Needed to pound his shaft into her waiting warmth. He could think of nothing but the taste of her lips, the feel of her soft curves pressed against him.

Everything faded as instinct took over. This female consumed him. There was no one on base waiting for his report. No Caldorian king. No past. No future. There was only now. And her soft breasts pressed to his chest. Her plump lips fused with his. The round fullness of her very feminine curves pressed against his straining cock.

The gearshift poked Isabella in the back of her thigh as she sat sideways in his lap, her feet in the driver’s seat and her back to the glass window. She felt like a contortionist but couldn’t get enough of him. His taste. His rough tongue teasing hers, fucking her mouth the way she imagined his cock would fill her body. The scent of sandalwood, spice and something uniquely Falden drifted to her nose. He smelled amazing. She wanted to get closer.

Falden growled as his hard shaft pressed uncomfortably against his human trousers. There was no give. He wanted to rip them from his body and bury himself in her heat. He knew he’d been shot. He’d been shot many times before. He was even light-headed. He didn’t care. He had time. He was a Lumerian Knight. He would not allow a weapon so primitive as a human gun to end him. He didn’t need a healer. He needed to be inside Isabella. Right. Fucking. Now.

She whimpered in frustration and pulled on his hair, trying to get closer. Closer.

When his left hand settled on the inside of her thigh, she should have slapped him, told him to go to hell. But that wasn’t what she wanted, what she needed. She needed him to touch her. Everywhere. She felt out of control. Reckless. Sexy. Beautiful. Desire flooded her veins like wildfire as his mouth burned a trail of sensual heat from her neck down to her breasts. She wanted more. Wanted him inside her.

Instead of moving, he stilled and used the hand in her hair to gently pull her away so he could look into her slumberous eyes. “Isabella.”

“Yes. Touch me. I want you.”

The shudder that moved through him made her tremble in his lap. She was happy to note that he seemed just as out of control as she.

Falden’s breathing was too fast, his pulse racing in his neck. And beneath her, his cock had become hard and tight, more than ready to pleasure her. “This is insane.”

Their gazes locked and she agreed. This was insane. Totally certifiable. “I don’t care.”

Chapter Five

Falden knew he shouldn’t give in to the carnal craving she inspired, but for the first time in centuries he felt the iron control that ruled his life slipping further away with every hungry sound she made. She clung to him in every possible way. Her lips on his. Her hands tugging on his hair. The soft curves settled against his lap. The scent of her in the air that reminded him of vanilla and hints of orange. She begged for his touch, not just with words but with every arch of her back and whimper in her throat. He was on fire for her.

He’d never had a female that made him feel like this. He’d taken lovers, but not one had made his blood boil. Made him lose control. He needed to claim her. Make her his. Everything inside him told him she was his. He wanted to spread her wide and fill her until she screamed his name, over and over. Until she couldn’t remember who she was or where they were. He’d never asked for anything, always committed to his mission. Forever doing his sworn duty, taking nothing for himself. She made him want more. Want her complete surrender. Her trust. Faith. Loyalty.

Hot liquid soaked through the back of his shirt, no doubt smearing the seat a dark red. He didn’t have to see it to know it was blood. His blood. The bite of the bullet he’d taken in the back had been unworthy of his concern at the time, but now he needed to reassess the wound.

Falden groaned in denial. Disappointment. His wound threatened to end the sweetest torture he’d endured in too long to remember. He squeezed her thigh, pleased when she obeyed his silent command to spread her legs wider. How could he stop when she was so sweetly willing?

Isabella moaned in pleasure as Falden pulled her closer. She could feel his hard shaft rub against her. She wanted their clothes gone. She wanted him deep inside her. Filling her. Even through his trousers she could tell he was huge. Hard. Long. Wide. He may split her in two, but she would take him all. Every hard inch of him. Desire shot from her core out to every cell in her body as she imagined him filling her until he bottomed out deep inside her. She shivered with need, her clit pulsing in time to her pounding heartbeat. She needed him. Wanted him to take control.

Falden broke out in a sweat. Isabella’s touch awakened an animalistic need in him to take what she offered, to dive his cock deep into her wet heat. To fuck her until she was drenched in sweat, unable to move, so overcome with the force of her pleasure that she surrendered all to him. His Knights obeyed him. They respected him. They depended on him to make rational decisions, to be wise and have the foresight to keep them all safe. And he’d done his job well, kept the last of his people alive for a very long time. But not one of his Knights needed him like this.

Rubbing the softest skin he’d ever felt beneath his fingertips, he stroked her inner thigh, up and down, teasing both of them.

“Falden,” she half begged, half reprimanded.

His name was a demand on her lips, and his own curved in a satisfied smile.

Instead of arguing with him, she opened her knees wider and grabbed his wrist, moved his hand higher, up under her skirt until the wet heat of her core brushed his fingertips.

The groan that escaped him made her smile, and she lifted her hips, pushed her center closer, making clear exactly what she wanted.

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