Page 57 of Stranded with the Alien

But she’s Terran. It’s unnatural. Abhorrent. I refuse to accept it!

Hiszarnadbegged to differ. It throbbed still, as hard as it was when she had laid her small hand on it and invited him to…

Drek.He would nip this in the bud. Now.

He unzipped his trousers and took himself in hand, calling to mind the last Vraxian he’d lain with. A beautiful female, nubile and athletic, with an appetite to match his own. He remembered how he’d fucked her from behind, hard and fast.

Rain dripped from his hair and shoulders but he paid it no heed. He focused on the memory, trying to hold on to it as he stroked himself with increasing urgency. Yet flashes of Kara kept creeping in.

Her glorious curves, her breathless cries, the way she had writhed in abandon as he licked her beautifulferesh.

The taste of her. Vannla’s Sword, the taste of her sweet, sweet juices.

No. She cannot be my kalehsh. She cannot.

He tried to push the images away but they kept filling his mind. The way she squirmed on his tongue, the way she looked as she came.

He brought himself to a deep, shuddering climax with her name on his lips.

Afterwards he let the rain wash him clean and wondered what in the name of Ayanlesh he was supposed to do now.

Twenty Five

Kara tried to make sense of what had just happened. Not so much Vahn storming out – if anything, she understood that perfectly. He regretted what had happened.

It wasn’t surprising. Vraxians and humans had been killing each other for years and suddenly here they were, making out like randy teenagers under the guise of ‘scientific research’.

He’d come to his senses and left before things went too far. Nothing mysterious about that, itwas a no-brainer.

What she didn’t understand was her own reaction.

She should have been just as perturbed as Vahn. No, worse. She should be drowning in guilt over what she’d allowed him to do to her.

It wasn’t like the first time in the cave, when he’d nearly made her come with his serpetrus. She hadn’t invited that intrusion and she’d stopped it. Eventually.

But this was different. This time she’d laid herself out for him like a goddam feast. She hadn’t just let him go down on her, she’d practically invited it. She should be curled into a ball of hot shame right now. But she wasn’t.

It took her a while to figure out why. The explanation was so simple, she couldn’t believe she hadn’t seen it until now.

I don’t see him as my enemy any more.

And there it was.

Maybe it was because he’d saved her life. Or that he’d let her sleep in the tent despite his own exhaustion. Or even that he’d brought her food when she was starving. Or maybe it was justthat their forced partnership had let her understand him a little better.

But whatever it was, it was undeniable. Through some mysterious alchemy her feelings had altered and she no longer saw the Vraxian as a hated adversary.

When she brought him to mind now, it wasn’t as an alien monster with scales and tentacles. It was for the qualities she’d come to know in him. Strong but intelligent. Powerful yet protective. Muscles from here to Sunday but gentle when he needed to be.

If he was human, he’d pretty much be her perfect man.

Traitor!

She flinched as she imagined her mother screaming at her.

They killed your father!

She turned on her side and buried her head in her arms, trying to shut out the voice.

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