Page 51 of Claimed by an Alien Warrior

Rendash gripped the edge of the counter as his desire grew as hot as a supernova. His self-control, which had been tenuous at best, threatened to shatter. Her breasts were large and soft, tipped with pink nipples. He didn’t await further invitation. Rendash leaned over her and placed a hand on each of her breasts, palming their yielding flesh. Apart from her hardened nipples, they were the softest things he’d ever touched.

Zoey moaned, dropping her head back.

His eyes shifted to her bared throat. Lowering his head, he brushed his lips over the sensitive skin there, grazing it lightly with his teeth. She cried out and grabbed a fistful of his crest. Her pelvis rocked, sliding over his erection through their clothes.

“Zoey,” he growled against her flesh as a shudder rippled through him. The aligarii females he’d been with had never acted this way, had never pushed him to the point of such overwhelming need that he could scarce control his impulses before their bodies were even connected.

She lay back and raised her knees higher. “More, Ren. Please. Please touch me more.”

Selflessness.

This was not about his pleasure, it was about Zoey. Aboutherneeds. She’d done so much for him, risked so much, and he’d given so little in return. He knew this wasn’t true selflessness — her pleasure was a joy to him, and he would take from it greedily — but it was the best he could do to control himself.

He trailed kisses down her throat, along her shoulder, and finally to her breast. Moving his hand to cradle the soft mound from beneath, he took the nub of her nipple in his mouth and flicked his tongue over it.

Zoey moaned, her fingers tightening around his locks. Ren glanced up. Her lower lip was caught between her teeth, and her eyes were closed. He sucked on the little bud, and she sighed her pleasure.

He watched her reactions, listened to her breathy sounds, and focused on every little movement of her body, learning everything he could about what she enjoyed. Learning how to please her.

Rendash moved to her other breast and closed his eyes as he lavished the same attention upon it as he had the first.

Finally, he could no longer resist the lure of her scent. He trailed his lips between her breasts and lower, toward the hem of her pants. Zoey’s hand fell from the locks of his crest to rest upon the counter, and her legs sagged. As he moved his fingers to her belt, he realized her sounds had stopped.

“Zoey?”

He looked up to see her head turned to the side. Rising over her, Rendash frowned; her eyes were closed, her breathing deep. He gently grasped her wrist and lifted her arm off the counter. When he released it, it dropped limply to rest over her stomach.

His eyes shifted to the bottle from which she’d been drinking. It was nearly empty. Had the liquid had some effect on her, or was it simply the culmination of stress over the last few days?

He shook his head and smiled ruefully; he was sure that she’d appreciate the humor of the situation, but the ache in his groin was not amusing. His blood was hot, and his limbs trembled as he pushed himself up.

Control. Detachment.

Rendash closed his eyes and forced his breathing to slow. It didn’t help that her scent clung to him, that her arousal perfumed the air.

It is for the best,he told himself.She was not of her right mind because of that drink.

He looked at her again. She was naked from the waist up, nipples hard, skin pinkened from his ravenous kisses, her hair a tousled, chaotic mess around her. She was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

I was so close to tasting her.

His cock twitched. Rendash gritted his teeth.

“Ah, Zoey,” he said quietly before gathering her carefully in his arms. She inhaled deeply and nuzzled her face against his bare chest. “What am I to do with you?”

There were several rooms beyond the kitchen; fortunately, one of them contained a bed and an adjoining bathroom. Holding her with three arms, he pulled back the bedding. She stirred again when he laid her down but didn’t wake.

He stared at her leg coverings. He found such pants — jeans, she’d called them — uncomfortable, and doubted she would want to sleep in them. After a brief debate, he unbuckled her belt, opened her pants, and slid them off her legs, leaving only the little bit of cloth she wore around her pelvis and backside. It was the same color as her breast harness.

And it was damp with her slick.

Rendash clenched his fists as the heavy scent of her arousal washed over him again, stronger than before. His body stiffened, primed and ready to mate, and his throbbing cock ached for release. All that stood between him and taking his woman was an insignificant shred of cloth. He could tear it off effortlessly with his teeth and run his tongue over her sex to taste her. The sensation would undoubtedly wake her up, and then they could connect their bodies and fulfill their desires.

A low growl emanated from his chest as he strained against the temptation, againstinstinct, against everything he’d come to want so desperately.

Finally, he turned his head away and drew the blankets over her body. For several moments, all he could do was sit on the edge of the bed with his eyes closed. To do anything more now — no matter how willing she’d been after their meal — was wrong.

“Would that I could bring you with me when I go,” he said softly. Opening his eyes, he looked at her and brushed a lock of hair from her face.

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