Page 24 of Alien Prince Fake Fiancé

Oxygen. Need it. Breathe.Ashlyn sucked in a huge lungful of air, her pulse hammering in her ears. Every cell in her body tingled with awareness.Be strong. Be strong.

“Answer me,” he ordered, closing the gap between them, crowding her backwards until she was pinned against the wall. Every possessive instinct he had rode him hard to take her, claim her, plant his seed before anyone else had the chance.

He used his grip on her wrists to pull her up onto her toes, wedged one leg between hers, then lowered her back down, the position forcing her to ride his thigh. The towel offered no resistance, the edges parting at his invasion. He wanted skin to skin contact, wanted her naked and screaming his name as he made her come.

Releasing his grip on the towel, he slid his hand down to the junction between her thighs, already spread wide to accommodate his own. Even though he couldn't see below the towel, he unerringly found what he was searching for. Her feminine lips had swelled, leaving her engorged clit exposed and in need of attention. He played with the nub, experimenting until she gasped in pleasure, then continued until her breath quickened and she ground herself against him. The little noises she made drove him mad. “This is what you want. Say it.”

She stifled a moan. Their earlier encounter flashed through her mind. Had it only been two hours since they’d been in a similar position? His hand, doing wicked, wicked things to her? She shivered. His fingers were pure magic. She was close. So close.

He picked up the tempo, pushed her closer to the edge, his mouth suddenly hot against her skin as he kissed, nipped and brushed his lips over every inch of flesh he could reach above the towel, the swell of her breasts, the nape of her neck and collarbone. “I want to know how you like to be touched, what makes you come. Tell me what you need.”

Flooded with sensation, pushed to the limit of her control, Ashlyn held on for dear life. Zade knew his way around women. Every touch, every stroke pushed her a little higher. With a half sob, half groan, she managed to get a few panted words out. “I'm...still..so...mad..at you..”

Without pulling back, Zade lifted his head enough to speak. “You have no reason to be angry. I am the one wronged.”

Wait. What did he say? Desire mixed with blossoming rage. “You? Not a chance! You manipulated the situation to get what you wanted. Manipulatedme. You're Caldorian. You knew about the claiming rule.” With a bitter taste in her mouth, she pushed a little more. “Admit it. You wanted to win, no matter the cost or who got hurt. You would have gone to Antonelius even if we hadn't been caught, wouldn't you? Was that your plan all along? Wait until we were in public to tell him so that he would have no choice but to let me go? Is the Council seat that important to you?”

“No. This is about you and me. You never should have chosen another,” he snarled, his hand frozen in place, his finger still on her engorged clit. “And before we were interrupted, you wanted me deep inside you just as much as I wanted to be there.”

Humiliated, Ashlyn bit out, “Oh, buddy, that was sooooo two hours ago. Consider it a temporary lapse in judgment. It won't happen again.” She squirmed against him, wanting to get as far away from him as possible. There was nowhere to go and no way to close herself off from him. She was exposed. As if to prove the point to her, his fingers spread her open, exposing her clit to the cool air.

“It is happening again. The Council wants to see a claimed woman tomorrow; one who trusts her mate to care for her and provide whatever she needs,” he ground out, “even when she refuses to acknowledge that need.”

She gnashed her teeth together. “I'm sure Antonelius will have no problem making it look real.”

“Ashlyn!”

“What?” she asked, opening her eyes extra wide. She could play dumb with the best of them. Why she was antagonizing him, she couldn't say. “It's all fake, anyway, so you can forfeit, just like Antonelius did. I'm human. I'm sure the Council would understand.”

Zade pulled his hand away from her aching bud, shoved three fingers in his mouth and made a point of sucking on them. Only when her hips jerked in reaction did he slowly pull them from his mouth. One finger slid through her folds to find her wet entrance, then he drove all three deep inside her.

“Aaah!” She tipped her head back, breathless. This was no gentle, slow seduction. This was possession. Invasion. An alpha claiming his territory.

He growled in her ear, “If he so much as looks in your direction again, I will kill him, and he knows it.”

She lifted herself off of his thigh and onto her toes to get some relief, but he followed, pushed in even deeper. She had no time to adjust.Full. Too full.Her inner walls clenched, sending shock waves racing through her system. Hands above her head, wrists still locked in his iron grip, his leg wedged between hers and her back against the wall, there was nowhere to go. He had complete control. All she could do was accept whatever he gave her.

The thought of him being able to take what he wanted shouldn't have made her toes curl; shouldn't have sent desire arcing through her, but it did. Her eyes closed on a moan as she spasmed around his fingers again. Her pulse quickened, pounded. She was wet. So wet. And throbbing. Craving.Oh god. He's making me come and he hasn't even moved his fingers yet.

“Look at me.”

Ashlyn complied, forced her eyes open. He stood tall, every muscle rippling with raw power. His dark hair was swept back from his chiseled jaw and warm golden eyes glowed in the dim light, mesmerizing her. Electricity crackled between them like a tempest brewing as their gazes locked, her entire body trembling with anticipation.

“Does this feel fake?” He pulled his fingers most of the way out, then pushed back in, this time pressing against her clit with his thumb. Dominant. Demanding.

A million nerve endings zeroed in on where his hand was, and what he was doing with it. Desire spread like wildfire through her veins. Everything else faded. He stroked her again. Harder. Faster. Drove her mercilessly, every move an assault on her defenses. She had no time to think, no time to reason. As her legs gave out, he was right there, holding her up, effortlessly absorbing her weight.

“Does this feel fake?” He took her to the precipice and flung her brutally over the edge. Her body quivered as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her.

“Does this feel fake?” He released her wrists, swept her up into his arms and carried her to the bed. She couldn't resist, didn't want to, as he removed her towel, spread her thighs and took her with his tongue. Walls she didn't know she had, came tumbling down as another explosive orgasm ripped through her body.

Every time she came down, he asked the same question, then relentlessly drove her up again. He feasted as only a starving man could. She lost all control, screamed his name. Yanked his hair. Scraped her nails across his shoulders. Begged him to fill her. Came so hard she saw stars.

She drifted down slowly.In the bed next to her was one very large, very smug, warrior propped up on one elbow, leaning halfway over her, staring down at her with a mixture of desire and tenderness. He remained still as she blinked away the fog. “Umm..”

“Umm?” His lips twitched with amusement. Ashlyn was everything he wanted. She was smart. Passionate. Fiery. He was so hard, every moment he wasn’t buried inside her was torture. He didn’t care. He would always put her needs before his own. He knew she believed he had manipulated her, or the situation at least. Perhaps subconsciously he had, not because he wanted a seat on the Council, but because he wanted her. He could have walked away. Now it was too late. He’d had a taste of her, and he wasn’t letting her go.

He lightly traced her bottom lip with one finger until her lips parted, then groaned when her tongue peaked out to taste him. “Do you want more?” he asked. He could feast on her body for hours, give her pleasure until she accepted his claim. His cock. His seed. There was no turning back. He would take all the time he needed to woo her properly. There would be no mistake this time, no doubt, no pretending this wasn’t what they both needed.

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