Page 71 of Claimed by an Alien Warrior

He paused, looking up along her body to watch her face, and flicked his tongue again. She twitched and released a muffled moan. He hummed his pleasure.

Releasing her wrists, he slid his upper hands to her breasts, stroking her nipples with his thumbs. She covered his hands with hers and arched her back. Her hips undulated, demanding more — more pressure, more of his mouth, more ofhim. He didn’t keep her waiting. He latched onto the tiny bud that gave her so much pleasure and sucked.

Zoey’s body went taut, and then she writhed beneath him. Her cries of pleasure filled the room as she gyrated against his mouth. She moved her hands to his head, clutching his crest and bringing a sharp sting to his scalp, but he didn’t care; the hint of pain drove him on. He licked, nipped, and sucked, unwilling to waste a drop of her sweetness as she came.

The abandon with which she’d so completely lost herself was unlike anything Ren had ever experienced. Aligarii, male and female alike, were far more reserved, and females only received stimulation through intercourse. This — like everything else on this world — was alien to him, but delightfully so. Zoey was adrift on an ocean of pleasure before he’d even entered her.

That was arousing to him beyond description, beyond understanding.

Rendash continued to lap at her sex as she descended from her climax. He watched her the entire time. She buried her fingers in her hair, swept it out of her face, and sighed in contentment. Finally, she lifted her head and met his gaze.

Rendash reluctantly removed his mouth from her sex and licked his lips. He withdrew his upper hands from her breasts and flattened them on the bed, pushing himself up to lean over her as he planted his feet on the floor.

“No one’s ever done that to me,” Zoey said. There was a shyness in her voice that Rendash hadn’t heard before. That shyness made her words genuine to him; otherwise, how could he believe any male would be stupid enough to forgo an experience like this?

Her scent was still driving him wild, and her taste had only strengthened his hunger. His erection pulsed inside his pants, reminding him of its deep, desperate ache.

“I need more of you, Zoey,” he rasped. “Do you want more of me?”

Zoey sat up, wrapped an arm around his neck, and pressed her hand to his cheek. He knew she had difficulty seeing in the dark, but she looked directly into his center eyes. “I do. I need you, too, Ren.”

He dipped his head forward and kissed her, closing his eyes. She returned the kiss with equal fervor. He dropped his lower hands to his pants and unfastened them, shoving them down his hips before lifting one leg at a time to divest himself of the restrictive clothing. Freeing his cock was a relief, but only a minor one. His aches required a different sort of release.

Zoey’s hand fell away, and her right arm joined her left around his neck to pull him deeper into the kiss.

He slipped his arms around her and lifted her off the bed. Her hot, slick sex pressed to his abdomen as he turned around.

Zoey inhaled sharply, pulling her head back. She wrapped her legs around his middle and tightened her hold on him. “What are you doing?”

“I want to see you.” He grasped his shaft with one of his lower hands and guided its tip to her sex. “I want to watch your face as we join.”

Her eyes widened, and her hips undulated as though seeking more of him.

“What about…protection?” she asked.

“Protection from what, Zoey?”

She bit her lip and looked away, fingers idly toying with the locks of his crest. “Protection from pregnancy, diseases — not that I’m saying either of us have any, but you know, stuff like that?” She glanced at him. “Could we…even have a baby?”

He couldn’t help but smile as he touched a finger to her cheek and guided her to face him again. “Mynyrosdestroys diseases, even those alien to me. As for offspring… We are a different species. We cannot procreate, Zoey.”

“Oh.” She frowned.

“That saddens you?”

Though it was difficult to make out the subtle change in the low light, her cheeks darkened. “No. I guess that’s a good thing right now, huh?”

The lie was an obvious one, and her sorrow produced a series of questions he’d not considered. How would Zoey look with her belly round with child? How tender and gentle a mother would she be, how much love would she shower upon her babe? What amount of pride would swell his chest if her child were his? Her sorrow, in that moment, became Rendash’s, and it only heightened his desire for her.

He had no answers. All he knew with any certainty was that his need was raging, scalding his insides like fire. Heneededrelease, and his instinct demanded he claim her, demanded he plant his seed deep inside her in defiance of their biology, in defiance of fate.

She kissed his jaw below his ear. “Just make love to me, Ren. I want to really experience it at least once in my life.”

He didn’t fully understandmake love; it was likely one of those human phrases that altered the meanings of the words it contained. It had to meansex, but he knew that wasn’t entirely right. She was asking for something more.

Ren looked into her eyes. They were deeper and more intense than ever, even if their color was muted by shadow; the strangest, most beautiful eyes he’d ever beheld. This was the female who’d stood beside him at great danger to herself, who’d proven worthy of his trust time and again, though she had no stake in his plight. The woman who shared with him freely, who laughed with him, who confided in him and listened without judgment when he opened himself to her.

He slipped a hand into her hair, cupping the back of her head, and kissed her lips. At the same time, he lowered her onto his waiting shaft. Incredible warmth enveloped him as he slid into her sex. Her slick nectar eased his passage, and her inner walls gripped him, tightening as they accepted more of him.

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