Page 91 of Claimed by an Alien Warrior

Once they were beyond the lights of the gas station, Ren’s form materialized beside her. He held the sandwich — missing a huge chunk — in one hand, seemingly forgotten.

“I know there’s something,” he said.

“Hmm?” She arched a brow.

“You had a thought, and whatever it was, it made you grin like you do when we’re about to mate. What was the thought?”

“It was such a dirty thought, too.” She glanced at him. “So, you’re saying I have a certain grin for that?”

“I will not allow you to shift the subject.” He frowned, all four eyes intent upon her, and folded the wrapper over his sandwich before setting it down. “What was the thought? Surely your people have some sort of saying about teasing like this, and how it is dangerous and discourteous.”

“We do have a lot of sayings. I’ll have to think about it for a bit.”

“Zoey. Do not play these games with me.”

“But it’s so fun!” She laughed; behind her laughter, weariness crept around the edges of her consciousness, as though seeking a crack through which to invade her mind. Teasing Ren helped keep her awake, but it would only be a matter of time before the urge to sleep struck again.

“If you had some specific thought, perhaps we could work together to make it a reality?” He settled his lower left hand on her thigh.Highon her thigh.

Her sex clenched, and liquid heat pooled between her legs. It seriously didn’t take much to get her going, apparently, when it came to him. She bit her lip.

“I was thinking…it might be naughty if we were to…if we were to have sex while you’re invisible. It’d be like having sex with a ghost, or being blindfolded, but not. I’d never know what you intended to do to me next.”

A slow grin spread across his lips, revealing his fangs a little at a time — it was wicked, and promising, and only turned her on more.

“Whenever you’d like,kun’ia,” he said.

Right now. I can pull over right now…

Zoey blushed as she peeked at him from the corner of her eye. He stared at her intently, hand inching a little higher, his thumb massaging her leg. Cruise control could take care of the speed, but would she be able to keep the car straight if she had him pleasure her while driving?

“Oh, fuck it,” she said. There were no lights, traffic was nearly nonexistent, and she was horny as hell. She pulled onto the shoulder and threw the car into park. Ripping off her seatbelt, she turned to Ren. The devilish gleam in his eyes told her he knewexactlywhat she wanted.

She shimmed out of her coat and shoved her leggings and panties down as she climbed across the central console to position herself on Ren’s lap. Her hands fell to the top button of his pants, desperately seeking to free his cock.

And Ren disappeared. She felt him beneath her, though part of her mind dismissed it as an impossibility; all that remained in the car were shadows, and shadow could not have solid form.

Three of his hands settled on her bare skin, hot as branding irons. The seat tipped back suddenly. He caught her upper arms, holding her steady, allowing her to fumble with his buttons. Then that fourth hand made itself known, sliding between her legs. One of his thick fingers slid into her folds and stroked her clit.

“Ah, Zoey. So wet and needy for me.” His gravelly voice rumbled through her, felt as much as heard.

“Yes,” Zoey whispered as pleasure pulsed outward from her core.

She moaned, grinding against his finger. Two of his hands dropped to her hips, encouraging her undulations, pushing her harder but allowing her no more speed. His remaining hand slipped under her shirt. It trailed fire over her belly before lifting the cup of her bra to caress her hard, sensitive nipple.

Zoey released the final button. His erection sprang free, radiating heat as it brushed against her hands. She wrapped her fingers around it. Ren growled and lifted his hips. His shaft was hot steel in her palm, throbbing with need.

Biting her lip, she guided the tip of his cock to her entrance. In the faint light from the dashboard, she could see the depressions on her hips where his fingers pressed into her skin, but there was nothing beneath her, nothing in her hand — only darkness. Wicked, tempting, delectable darkness.

Ren’s strong hands lifted her and impaled her on his thrusting length.

Zoey’s mouth opened in a silent cry as she fell forward, flattening her palms on the hard scales of his broad chest. He filled her, stretched her, claimed every bit of her. They connected in a way that was beyond the physical; she felt him in her heart, in her soul, like he’d become part of her.

Guided by his hands, she raised and lowered her hips, relishing each slow, deliberate, maddening stroke of his cock. His other hands glided over her skin, their touch equal parts fire and honey; the delicate brush of his fingertips raised goosebumps on her arms, the scalding press of his palms over her breasts fanned the flames of her lust, the firm grasp of his hands on her thighs and calves made her sex clench with want, the scrape of his blunt nails on her lower back made her moan in delight.

The rasp of his scales over her skin amplified every sensation, pushing her body to the limits of pleasure and beyond. Shivers coursed through her, made stronger by the ridges on his shaft sliding over her clit.

“Give me more,kun’ia,” Ren growled. One of his hands followed her spine from her ass to her neck, its touch so delicate it might have been imagined until it grabbed a fistful of her hair and forced her down into a searing kiss. “Give meall.”

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