Page 27 of Protected By the Alien Knight

“I’m going to take you now, Annie,” Crux vows with solemn reverence. “Possess every glorious inch and let this whole estate bear witness to our rapture...”

I let out a shaky breath at his words and the sensations he’s eliciting. “Crux...”

“What’s that?” He grins wickedly. “You want me to keep going? Make you lose all coherent thought?”

I nod fervently, beyond words at this point. Crux chuckles darkly.

“Don’t worry, I plan to. Wherever and however I want until you’re a gasping, whimpering mess.” His tone leaves no doubt he intends to make good on that promise.

That deliciously wicked promise has me squirming shamelessly against him, chasing more glorious friction. Crux growls in approval, shifting us slightly to free his hands. In one smooth motion, he bunches my skirts up around my hips and relieves me of my underwear, leaving me bare and exposed to his ravenous gaze.

“So beautiful,” he murmurs reverently, calloused fingertips tracing along my slick folds. I try to stifle a whimper but failmiserably. “And so wet for me already. You must really want this.”

“Yes, Crux!” I cry out shamelessly, as he continues to tease me. “Please, I need you inside me!”

The first claiming thrust steals the breath from my lungs, the divine stretch and delirious fullness of being pierced and claimed rendering me speechless and boneless. Even those first shallow rocks of our hips meeting grind me against the unforgiving wall at my back.

Crux snarls something unintelligible and feral, cinching our bodies even tighter together so that not a whisper of space remains. My breasts are crushed against the planes of his chest, peaked nipples abrading deliciously with each stuttering grind of flesh on sweat-slicked flesh. His stare bores into me, those lucent amber irises smoldering through sooty lashes and searing the very depths of my exposed soul.

“Mine,” he rumbles in a voice laced with rapturous possession. A vow I feel resonating in my very bones with each punishing thrust that rocks me back against the panel behind me.

Crux wastes no time thoroughly making good on his wicked promise. Every punishing snap of his hips sheaths him to the throbbing root, impaling me over and over upon his pulsating length with relentless possession. I’m powerless under the merciless onslaught, clinging to the scorched muscles of his back and shoulders as each claiming thrust steals my breath.

“That’s it, my eternal starlight,” he rasps against the sweat-slick skin of my neck. “Take everything I give you... gonna make you come apart all over my cock...”

I cling to Crux’s bulging biceps with a desperation that will surely leave crescent marks from my nails in his battle-hewn flesh. My legs have wound around his narrow hips of their own volition, ankles locked behind the small of his back in a futile attempt to take him even deeper with each punishing stroke. Myoverwrought cries of pleasure echo shamelessly, bouncing off the aged oak paneling surrounding us.

“Maker’s grace,” he grits out through a clenched jaw, the cords of muscle in his throat and shoulders thrown into stark relief. “So tight... a perfect, silken glove made to sheathe me eternally, my goddess.”

“Ungh... yes! Crux, my knight, please!” The words tear from my throat in a ragged sob, equal parts pleading and worship as the crushing wave of my imminent release looms unstoppably.

“Give it to me,” Crux growls against the curve of my neck. His clever fingers find my aching pearl, rubbing tight, merciless circles that instantly detonate every remaining tether of my control. “Let these hallowed halls hear you come undone on my cock, radiant one. Bear ecstatic witness to the fucking mates we are...”

I should feel unraveled, debased even, by how thoroughly I’ve surrendered control, arching and writhing and keening with each blinding wave that crashes over me. But Crux’s brand of possession is delicious and addicting. Being taken and worshipped so reverently by this shining warrior, splayed and ravished against the wall like some profane offering, only sets me ablaze.

Crux’s pace becomes erratic, his iron control finally slipping until, with a few brutal snaps of his hips, he goes rigid above me. Hot spurts of his release paint my internal walls as he throws his head back in a near-silent roar, the muscles in his neck and shoulders carved into sharp relief.

The feeling of him pulsing inside me is enough to obliterate any remnants of propriety or shame. I’m powerless under the merciless onslaught of sensation, growing louder and louder with every thrust until I’m wailing my pleasure for anyone nearby to hear. My pussy flutters and spasms greedily around his impaling length in entreaty for more; then the world whitesout as my orgasm has me crying my warrior mate’s name like a battle anthem.

We cling to each other, bodies slicked with sweat, hearts pounding in sync as we gradually drift down from our shared high. Crux peppers open-mouthed kisses along my jaw and cheek, his arms wrapped so tightly around me it’s as if he’s trying to merge our very beings.

“Annie...” he rasps, sounding utterly wrecked. “My radiant sun, my everything...”

I cut off his reverent murmurs by slanting my mouth over his, pouring all the depths of love and wonder I feel for this incredible male into the ardent kiss. We separate only when the need for air becomes too great to ignore, our foreheads pressed together as we simply bask in the afterglow.

Eventually, I let out a breathless giggle. “Well, I think it’s safe to say you properly reminded me of where I belong.”

Crux’s chest rumbles with husky laughter against mine. “I’ll be happy to provide further reminders as often as needed,” he promises lecherously.

I swat his shoulder in playful rebuke, biting my lip to stem a fresh peal of girlish laughter. Even now, in the immediate afterglow of our lovemaking, I find myself counting the minutes until we can slip away for another reminder.

I hum in contented bliss, nestling deeper into his powerful embrace as we bask in the afterglow. Just as I’m relaxing, lulled by the erratic thunder of Crux’s heartbeat beneath my ear, a muffled clatter and muted cursing shatters the tranquil moment.

Crux’s arms instinctively tighten around me, shielding my body as his eyes instantly narrow to blazing amber slits scanning for threats. More shuffling erupts from around the corner, followed by harried whispers that seem to be getting louder—and closer—by the second.

“...gotta be around here somewhere! Keep looking!”

“Max, I swear if you lost your boutonniere thirty minutes before go-time...” The second voice trails off in a frustrated huff.

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