Page 99 of The Alien in the Archive

But I can reiterate that after I’ve lived out this particular fantasy.

“Yes,” I whisper. “I’ll be your good girl.”

Thorne growls, eyes dark. “Then take what you want, Page.”

It takes me a second to get his meaning, and then I realize he’s going to make me do it. He wants me to take his cock, slow and needy.

So I lean back, feeling the head of his cock slip past my entrance, impaling myself on him. Fuck, he’s dirty—he wants me to use him, to take him…to be his good girl. I grit my teeth as each ridge goes in.

One…I take a gasping breath.

Two…another, I’m moaning.

Three…

“Oh God,” I gasp, all three ridges inside me now, pressing on the best, most pleasurable places.

Thorne hums appreciatively. “Now my knot,” he murmurs, tugging on my hair. “Take it, Page.”

I bury my face in the blankets. “Fuck, Thorne…you’re too big…”

He yanks my hair hard, upwards now, and I let out a gasp of shock as he pulls me against his chest, his cock still buried inside me. The force of gravity makes me slide down his cock, taking him fully. His knot breaches my entrance, stretching me, invading every sense…

“Thorne,” I gasp.

“Take it, Patience,” he purrs. “You can do it.”

He thrusts the rest of the way inside, every inch a new delicious ache…then my ass is against his hips, his lips at my throat. I groan, feeling so full and so fucking turned on.

“That’s my good girl,” he strokes my hair, breathing against my cheek as he stretches me. His free hand goes to my breast, playing with my nipple as he pulls my hair. “Now…now I’m going to fuck you, Page.”

“Yes,” I gasp. “Yes, yes…”

He starts to move his hips, thrusting toward me and back. His knothas him trapped inside me, but the drag, the sensation of my pussy sucking him deeper…

“I’m sorry,” he’s whispering, his words fragmented. He’s out of character, apologizingnow,even though I am very much over it. “I didn’t…I don’t mean to…”

“Shut up and fuck me,” I snap.

He pushes me back down on all fours and then he’s fucking me hard—hands jerking my hips, moving me, hips pistoning. His mind whirls into mine, wrapping me up in threads of silver, binding me to him. One hand glides down my spine and I arch, crying out.

“Harder!” I demand.

He seizes on my command, his hips pounding into me harder and faster. His hands grip my hips tighter, bruising the skin beneath his fingertips. I feel like I’m going to explode.

“You feel that?” he snarls. “It feels so good because you aremine. You always will be. My good…fucking…girl.”

I can’t take it anymore. I’m going to come. I scream his name, my pussy tightening around his cock. I gasp for air, scrabbling at the blankets.

“Yes, Thorne,” I chant. “I’m yours, I’m yours, I’m yours…”

“That’s it,” he growls, moving faster and faster. “Come for me, beloved.”

My climax tears through me, my body shuddering around Thorne. He’s right there with me, pulling me back onto his cock, slowing and gasping. I roll through the spasms that follow, unable to break away—not that I want to.

His hands slide up my spine, gently pulling me into his chest. He tilts my chin up to kiss him, and I have to crane my neck to meet him, slanting his mouth against mine.

When he pulls away, he gazes into my eyes, keeping my head turned.

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