Page 10 of Orri

Orri paws at my body like an alien possessed, his huge, rough hands pulling clumsily at the buttons on my shirt. One pops off and bounces across the room with aping!that’s all too reminiscent of another ping, back on Earth…

My mind drifts, thoughts darkening as I remember Adik doing the same thing. He only cared about himself and acted like he had a right to me. To my body. He came home drunk one night and ripped at my shirt just like this.

My whole body tenses up and even through the haze of lust and heat, I start to retreat. My trauma is surfacing and ruining the moment. I won’t go through that again. I won’t…I can’t…

“Isabella.”

The sound of my name brings me out of my stupor. A warm, gentle hand cups the back of my head.

“Isabella.”

The fog thins, but only slightly. A rough thumb brushes over my cheek and I realize he’s wiping away a tear.

“Hey.” His voice echoes through my body and grounds me to the present moment. “Stay with me. You’re here now. You’re okay.” His other hand rubs between my shoulder blades and he leans down next to my ear again, letting my head rest on his strong shoulder. “I’ve got you.”

Despite everything, he was being so…nice to me. I know I told myself I wasn’t gonna fall for another alien alpha at the drop of a hat, but this side of him — the caring, protective nature that all alphas share — was honestly pretty hot.

And hot is what I am right now. Hot doesn’t even begin to cover it, honestly. I’m sweating and shaking; my mind’s going a million directions, trying not to think about the past but worrying about the present and afraid of the future and…

“Stop.” It’s a simple word, spoken with perfect clarity. In that single, precious moment, everything does stop for a fraction of a second. There’s just me and him, the weight of his fierce, demanding eyes boring into my own.

I soften in his arms and he’s there to hold me. Everything’s still a bit murky, but I’m glad he’s here with me. I can’t imagine what it would be like to go through this alone.

It was supposed to be Bjornick…

But it’s not, and now that he’s dead and gone, it will never be.

“Listen to me, Isabella.” Orri’s grasp is gentle but commanding. “When you are here with me, I won’t let anything happen to you. Focus on me. Before the night’s up, you won’t be able to think about anything but all the pleasure I’m going to give to you.”

My pussy clenches at the thought, and before I can spiral again, he leans down to cover my lips with his own.

Orri is surprisingly sweet and tender. His full lips caress my own with warm, wet kisses. His tongue runs along the seam of my lips and I gasp at the spike of desire that shoots down my spine. He, of course, uses this opportunity to use his tongue even more — and that’s when I realize that his tongue…isn’t like a human tongue.

It’s so much better.

His tongue flicks in and out of my mouth, exploring. With every thrust, his hips buck forward and I can feel his cock straining against his pants as it rubs against my stomach. I want to reach out and tear his pants off, but he’s got me pinned to the bed. He controls how far I can go.

Orri’s free hand goes under my ass and squeezes my plump, fleshy cheeks. I giggle a little and he grins against my skin. He pulls his tongue back and lets go of my ass so he can bite down on my lower lip. It’s a small bite, a warning. No, a promise.

My panties are already soaked through, and I know he can smell my arousal thick and heavy in the air. It only makes my heat stronger still, washing over me in waves. My mind goes blank when he reaches down to cup me through my ruined panties. Even the contact through the fabric sends a jolt of friction straight to my clit; I grind into him.

Fuck.

"Let's get you to bed," Orri rumbles, and I can't help but agree.

Though the lust in his expression is nothing short of primal, he treats me with such delicate care I find myself in awe of the juxtaposition. Harsh and violent. Soft and charming. Are all alphas like this?

Bjornick was incredibly sweet, but, well...

"Look at me." Orri interrupts my thought. It's like he's reading my mind. Like he saw me drifting into the past. Gentle hands caress my face and shoulders. Ever so carefully, he lays me back on the bed, covered now only with one of the fresh linens from the dresser. My hair splays out around me, and as I lay there staring up at him, I don't feel threatened at all.

I actually feel wanted, and even though it's all because of the alpha and omega hormones, I'm going to hold on to this feeling for as long as I can.

"You're going to be okay," Orri assures me as he unbuttons my pants, gentler this time. He slips them down my legs and moves up to pull the half-unbuttoned shirt off my shoulders. This time I don't tense up, lifting my limbs to help him along. In a flash, I'm laying there in my underwear, and if the hungry gleam in his eye is any indication, that's not going to last long, either.

"You are so fucking beautiful," Orri growls, nuzzling his head between my breasts. His large hands run down my sides until they're gripping my wide hips. I've never been the skinniest girl, but Orri seems to revel in my softness. He digs his fingers into my curves and grinds his hard-on against my clit through my damp panties.

"Please, Orri," I whimper, arching my back. This maddening heat spirals further, coming to an inevitable crescendo, and if I don't have him in and on meright now, maybe I really will go crazy. I buck my hips up toward him wantonly, my breaths coming out in little gasps. "Please don't stop. Please don't make me wait anymore. Please..." I pant. "Alpha..."

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