Page 77 of Claimed by an Alien Warrior

He couldn’t know if the break would last, couldn’t know if they’d be able to leave or not, but it was the first time the weather had relented since they’d entered what Zoey called theRocky Mountains— which seemed to him a redundant name, as most mountains were, by default, made of rock. Such specifications only needed to be made when an object deviated from the normal composition.

He shook off the tangential thought, recognizing it as a subconscious attempt to stray from the truth of the situation — they’d have to resume their journey to his ship.

That was a bittersweet realization. Getting back on the road just meant they’d be a little closer to his ship, to him escaping from a planet that caused him so much loss and pain. It also meant they’d be a little closer to her potentially choosing to stay on Earth. She was the only good part of his time here and had become thebestpart of his entire life.

Was it wrong for him to want more time without having to face that looming uncertainty? This had been a long delay, but it had been worth the time.

Rendash swung his gaze toward the shower. While it lasted, he intended to use this time to the fullest. He strode to the shower, tugged the door open, and ducked inside.

The hot water and steamy air was comforting, far closer to the climate of his youth than anything he’d encountered on Earth thus far. He hoped to return to that climate, to those humid jungles, with the female standing before him.

He watched water stream over her skin, followed its path down her back, over the curve of her ass, and along her thighs. She stood beneath the falling water, hands over her face, and gave no indication that she knew he’d joined her.

For several moments, he contented himself with admiring her. That she didn’t know her own beauty seemed a crime to him. That she hadn’t been told of it by her prior mates every day only attested to the dishonor and blindness of the men she’d known.

Ren stepped up behind her. He settled his lower hands on her hips and moved his upper hands around her to cup her breasts.

She started, bumping into him with a sharp intake of breath.

“I didn’t know you were in here,” she said, tipping her head back onto his shoulder to look up at him.

“I’m not disturbing you, am I?” he asked, taking each of her nipples between a finger and thumb.

“No.” Zoey closed her eyes and leaned against him, pressing her breasts into his hands. “Not at all,” she continued breathlessly.

Slowly, he slid one of his lower hands around the front of her hip, fingertips brushing over the patch of hair at her pelvis. “You’ve woken early today.”

“I couldn’t fall back to sleep.”

Ren dipped his head, touching his lips to her ear as he lowered his voice. “A failure on my part. If you are restless, I must remedy the situation and assure your relaxation.”

She released a low moan as he slid his fingers into her welcoming heat and stroked herclit. She lifted an arm, slipping it around his head to clutch at his crest, and undulated her hips against his hand.

“Does this feel good,kun’ia?” he asked.

“Yes,” she rasped. “Don’t stop.”

Zoey didn’t need to beg; he’d come to crave her reactions so much that he wouldn’t stop until she was done — if he stopped at all. He drew her backside against him, pressing his throbbing cock along her spine, and continued to caress her. The gyration of her hips created sweet pressure along his shaft. Soon, his own breath was ragged.

She moaned and arched against him. Her thighs quivered against his hand, a telling sign that she was close.

“Ren, I need you. I want to feel you in me. Now.Please.”

He hummed deep in his chest; he ached with need of his own and would gladly give her what she wanted…but anticipation often heightened the sensations when release was finally granted.

“Soon,” he said, increasing the pressure of his fingers. “You are not ready, little human, and I want tohearyour pleasure, first.”

Her moans filled the shower, and her body moved desperately against his hand. When she came, her mouth opened in a silent cry, and only her strengthening tremors forced a scream of pleasure from her throat. She clutched at him as her sex coated his hand with her nectar, which immediately mingled with the running water. Her knees buckled, but he supported her on his thigh and continued to stroke until her cries subsided.

Zoey took in a deep breath, limbs faintly trembling.

Turning her around, Ren picked her up off her feet, pressed her against the wall with legs spread, and thrust into her, his cock sinking deep into her welcoming heat. She gasped, meeting his gaze with half-lidded eyes. He braced his upper forearms against the wall and clenched her backside with his lower hands. Her thighs squeezed his waist.

“Fuck me,” Zoey begged. “Fuck me hard. I want everything you have to give.” She nipped at his lips. “Don’t hold back with me. I won’t break, Ren.”

Her words burst inside him like a bomb, blasting apart the final barrier between control and instinct. He pounded into her again and again, reveled in her heat, her tightness, in the building pleasure and pressure within him. It was an indulgence of the primal, a part of Ren that could never be eliminated no matter how advanced his people became, a part that would always reside within the hearts of all aligarii.

He hissed and growled in response to the sensations; his sounds mingled with her cries, which punctuated each of his savage upward thrusts. Her nails clawed at him, too blunt to break his scales but strongly enough to inflict pricks of pain that heightened his need for her.

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