Page 27 of Alien Knight Blind Date Disaster

“That was the device activating.”

Her pulse pounded. “Activating? What does that mean?” She couldn’t catch her breath. She moved again. Clenched. Her ass was full, but she was empty. “Falden, please, stop playing. I need you inside me.”

He rumbled deep in his chest. “I’m right here, my Bella.” With one long, sure stroke, he filled her. His shaft was huge, and with the addition of the plug, she thought she might come apart. It felt so good. Every stroke. Hard. Deep. The tip nudged her cervix. In. Out. Slow. Faster. The plug began to pulse with every thrust, every time he pulled out, somehow keeping the same rhythm. The more Falden pounded into her, the stronger the pulse. In, pulse, out, pulse. Every cell in her body was throbbing with need. Higher and higher he drove her, never relenting, never letting her rest. Pushing her to new peaks. One orgasm after another.

Falden gritted his teeth. Hammered Isabella with his cock. He’d never felt so amazing. She was perfect. She squeezed his cock, milked him. His balls drew up tight. With one final stroke, he came deep inside her.

Isabella screamed again as his seed splashed her womb. Hot, pulsing seed. Her inner walls spasmed again, greedy for more of the liquid, milking every drop from his shaft.

The pulse in her ass subsided in time with Falden’s shaft. She couldn’t hold herself up anymore, her knees like jelly.

Falden eased her down, one arm locked securely around her, still inside her. They lay like that, intertwined, replete, for long minutes. His stomach rumbled. They hadn’t eaten since the night before. “We should get up. Then get something to eat. Are you hungry?”

Isabella thought about food, but her appetite seemed to have disappeared along with all her good sense. “No food. Sleep,” she said, yawning.

Falden eased out of her, stood, grabbed her ankle and began pulling her to the edge of the bed.

“Hey!” she grouched, too relaxed to do much else. “What are you doing?”

Falden swooped her up over his shoulder with ease, a half growl, half laugh coming from deep in his chest. The sound was so low that she almost didn’t catch it. “Shower. You didn’t think I was done with you, did you?”

She wiggled, suddenly light-headed. “Ah! That thing is still in my ass! And put me down, caveman, before I throw up all over you!”

Falden gave a short bark of laughter, reached up and gave her ass a quick swat.Smack!

“FALDEN!”

Laughter quickly turned to moans, and the sound of rich, deep male satisfaction could be heard over the shower through the thick walls of her apartment. Neither one thought about food for a very, very long time.

Chapter Seven

Falden watched with envy as Isabella’s hands caressed the steering wheel as if touching a lover. Every smile and satisfied mutter she breathed as she drove them—far faster than the human posted speed limits suggested was safe—to the Caldorian base made him grow harder. Trying to ease the discomfort in his cramped legs and rearrange himself in the passenger seat was no easy task. Human transport vehicles were not meant for warriors of his size.

“God, I love this car.” She smiled and he realized he was felling jealous of the car. Ridiculous.

“You are going to draw attention from the police who monitor these roads,” he murmured, not truly caring how fast she drove as long as she continued to look at him as she was now. In fact, if anyone were to follow in a similar transport vehicle, they would be unable to keep up. “Is this the maximum speed of this vehicle?”

At that, she threw back her head and laughed, her foot stomping on the gas. “Not quite. Hang on!”

That had him arching his brow as he was pushed back in his seat by the increase in speed, his lips twitching in amusement. He could not deny her the simple pleasure she experienced while driving the vehicle, and suddenly, he did not mind that he had not mastered the art of driving. As he had learned the moment he touched her, stroked her body, he found it difficult to deny her anything that brought her pleasure. Anything that earned him those soft moans of surrender, made her gaze soften with desire or glow with need.

They were bright now, not with need but excitement.

She was not joking. It would appear she had developed a love bond with this vehicle. “You may have it.”

“Have what?”

“This car.”

She zoomed off the exit toward the base and slammed on the brakes, nearly throwing him from his seat. “What?”

Falden thoroughly enjoyed her look of shock. Delight. Suspicion. Somehow this simple gift had managed to catch her completely off guard. He made a mental note and decided to surprise her as often as possible. “Did I stutter?” He asked the question in a neutral tone as he stared at the glowing swirls on his hands, his arms. She’d done this to him. Everywhere he could see, his markings were lit up with opalescent fire. With light. Withher.

The other Lumerians, even the Caldorians would know instantly that this female had chosen to touch him, to rub maju paste on every inch of his body. That she had claimed him in the most primitive way possible among the Lumerian people.

By lighting his markings, they’d announced their intent to begin a life-changing process, the Yielding, where two become one, but he would not force that on her. She had not understood what rubbing his body down would mean. And fortunately he’d warned her not to rub the paste on her own flesh. Otherwise he would have a much bigger problem than the teasing he would be forced to endure. Maju paste had nearly killed two human women. The thought of using the paste on Isabella, spreading it all over her body, heated his blood and put a hard knot in his gut at the same time. He wanted to do it, more than he would ever admit, but the risk was too great.

His reaction to the paste was both strange and unexpected. Need. Pleasure. Fierce protectiveness. He had awakened to the blue swirls covering his flesh and instinct had taken over.

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