Page 77 of Stranded with the Alien

“Yes.”

“Is this truly what you want?”

She nodded.

Vahn studied her, his mind in turmoil. He had told her plainly she was being affected by his pheromones and yet still she wanted him. More than that, she was offering herself to him so they could sate their desires.

He knew her theory was flawed. Makingvastrawould not end the compulsion, not for him anyway. Claiming her would only make thekalehshbond harder to break. For both their sakes, he should say no.

But when he looked at her, when he breathed in her scent, he knew he didn’t have that kind of strength.

He wound his fingers into her hair and let his mouth descend onto hers.

Thirty Four

He kissed her with an intensity that should have scared her. But she responded feverishly, winding her arms round his neck and meeting his tongue with her own. He lifted her against him and she wrapped her legs about his waist.

Her groin pressed against his belly and she felt the tip of his enormous erection bumping against her. His serpetri were stroking her body, undulating across her shoulders, her collarbone, and over the swell of her breasts. Kara became lost in the different sensations, each one adding to the pulsing heat at her core.

When Vahn finally broke the kiss, it was to press his lips firstly to her throat and then to the silken dip behind her ear. Every breath he inhaled was redolent of her scent. He buried his nose in the curve of her neck and let her essence wash over him.

It began to rain and neither of them cared. The sudden downpour drenched them, molding their clothes to their bodies. Kara’s nipples strained against the wet fabric and she shivered as he brushed them with his fingers.

She didn’t know if it was alien pheromones or just good old-fashioned lust, but the heat between her legs ratcheted to a sweet ache she desperately had to assuage.

With a quick movement she lifted her arms and pulled off her top. Then she arched her back in invitation, nipples pointing. It was an invitation Vahn couldn’t resist.

He cupped her breasts, pushing them together until they filled his hands like ripe fruit. Aserpetrusflickered over the rosy tips.

“So luscious,” he murmured. “So beautiful.”

He began to stroke and pinch, tease and tug, gauging her reaction as he learned how to pleasure her.

“Is this good, Kara?”

“It’s very good,” she gasped. “Now lick them.”

He drew a rubescent bud into his mouth and flicked his ribbed tongue across it. She made him suck them one after another until both were stiff and pointing.

The clouds darkened and the rain grew heavier to the point where it was impossible to ignore. With a muttered curse, Vahn left off his ministrations to carry her into the tent.

They knelt facing each other as she helped him off with his soaked T-shirt. His skin glistened and she trailed her fingers over the muscles of his chest.

“Your scales… they look different,” she said uncertainly.

The blue had given way to a more intense indigo, shading to violet as it disappeared beneath his waistband.

“That is your doing, human,” he said hoarsely. “It is a sign of arousal in Vraxian males.”

Her eyes dropped lower.

“Not the only sign.”

The front of his trousers were tented and Kara’s eyes widened.He looks like he’s got a steel pipe down there.She suddenly found it difficult to speak.

“Take the rest of your clothes off,” she managed. “I want to see.”

He removed his combat pants. In the soft glow of the illuminated walls, Kara saw an alien cock for the first time.

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