Page 19 of Alien Prince

The relief is more than noticeable as I rock my hips, grinding against my fingers, but it’s not nearly enough. I’m caughtbetween pleasure and pain. It feels too damn good to stop, but it's also not fulfilling. I crave more, I need—

Ky takes control once more, stopping all thought as he slides in another finger, until I'm three deep, never relenting from stroking and flicking my swollen clit. The stretch is welcome, but it's not enough. I know it won't be enough because what I need isn't tangible, and Ky has made it very clear that we're not going to fuck anyone tonight.

Well, anyone but me.

My thoughts must penetrate his shared space, because a wave of possessiveness strikes me out of nowhere as he curls my fingers inside of me, stroking my inner walls viciously before pulling all three of them out without warning, leaving me aching, writing for the friction. I’m wet, I’m aching, and I feel like I might go mad with the need to come.

The word that falls out of my mouth is not my own, but somehow it is.

“Please…” I huff, trying to regain control of my hand, and it is more difficult than I know it should be.

“That’s right, my littleGemma. You are mine. You belong to me now.” His voice is edged in something cosmic, something magical. It’s like the universe speaks through him, through me, delivering this one undeniable truth. A part of me feels more than irritated that he can poke around in my brain beyond my control. Using a comfortable, familiar name shared among those I’m closest with, rather than the name I was born with. Like somehow it makes us closer, too. Which it doesn’t. It only signifies the truth that Kyron is dangerous and I need to be careful.

So why does him breathing my name like this make me feel as if I could explode into a galaxy of stars all on my own?

“Please,” I cry out as tears run down my face. I’m pleading with the monster inside me, my voice shaking, desperate forrelease and to be free from this insufferable heat. To feel the euphoria ofhistouch, to be broken into pieces by this creature of sin.

“Please, I’m begging you, I can't take it anymore—”

Just say the words, Gemini. Say them and I will give you what you want.

His voice in my psyche is like a black hole lullaby.

I’ve never wanted to give in so fucking badly in my life to anyone. Not even Raif.

Shakily, I move my hand. It doesn’t feel like mine, but rather that I am an inebriated puppet master, trying to hold on to the tangibility that is both mine and not mine at all at the moment.

My fingertips brush the edge of my slick folds, and if I was in my right mind, I’d be embarrassed about how fucking wet I am.

I’m soaked.

Ky’s voice returns, the black hole opening up further as he slowly takes control once more, slipping one finger inside my warm, moist heat.

Feel your deepest desires become a reality. I will give you everything you crave, and you can indulge in the pleasure of satisfying us as I watch in awe as you drench our fingers with your own sweet slick arousal, extinguishing the fire that consumes us both.

He’s playing with me both physically and mentally, using my body for his own pleasure as well as my own. I should be angry, not to mention I should be adding another tally onto Prince Kyron’s long laundry list of crimes.

But the slow, torturous touch only makes meneedy.It only makes me long for the release on the horizon that I can’t bring myself to at this moment. Because Ineedhim to workwith me.Not against me.

“Please, Ky. Make it stop. Make me—” I don’t even get the words out of my mouth before I’m met with the sudden thrust,three fingers rushing in with a force that makes me see stars and elicits a deep groan from my chest. Once again, my fingers are coated in the hot, wet arousal that has taken over all sense of me, my being, and what I need.

Ky takes my other hand, sliding it up my abdomen, using my free fingers to pull at the fabric of my bra, releasing my breasts from their caged prison. The air on my hot skin is chilling, relieving, and causes my nipples to harden from the shock from the sudden drop in temperature. My cyborg parts whir and click as if they too feel the impending desire and need.

It doesn’t take long after that. The culmination of my orgasm is intense, more intense than any I’ve ever felt before, bone deep and reverberating through every part of me. My core throbs, gripping my fingers like a vice as I come hard and fast, the relief on my tongue like some sort of absolution I’ve never known.

And the relief that follows, the way my body temperaturedrops, cools down almost instantly, is jarring. Exhaustion replaces the relief, and the last thought I havebefore passing out, is this is it, this is how I die.

I’m so fucking doomed.

Chapter Ten

Kyron

Being with Gemma is unlike anything I have ever experienced before. The connection we share is intense and all-consuming, drawing me in deeper with each passing moment. The way her hands moved, the way our minds intertwined, it was as if we were two halves of a whole.

But it isn’t just the physical connection that has me in awe. It is the way we both fight for control, both of us struggling to assert our dominance and desires. It's intense, a battle that leaves me breathless and exhilarated all at once, for no one has everfoughtmy possession before. In the beginning there is always resistance when I covet a new skin, but those who end up in my closet figure out quite quickly that assimilating is a much smoother process than resisting. And contrary to Gemini’s belief, I do not push my skins into situations without their consent. They are always in the back of my mind, and they never resist.

At this moment, it is as if I am trulyalive.

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