Page 43 of Resisting the Alien Commander

More come spills from Horek’s cock, and I take the head in my mouth and capture it between the roof of my mouth and tongue. I suck for everything I’m worth, doing my best to drink down every drop. More guttural growls erupt from his chest, and the vibrations travel straight to my clit.

I rub my thighs together to ease the ache, but between the sounds Horek’s making and the intense pleasure I’m getting from the taste of him, it’s doing nothing to satisfy me. Pure need takes over, and I slide my free hand inside my pants. I’ve barely grazed my clit when my arm is pulled away, and I’m being lifted. Before I can call out or even draw a breath, I’m once again lying on my back on the sofa, and Horek looms over me. He thrusts his pelvis, and a small tremor ripples through me at the contact against my primed and sensitive nerves.

Heat pours off him, and those flames flicker in the depths of his eyes again.

“Your orgasm is mine.I’mthe one who gets to touch you and bring you to pleasure.” The feral beast has returned.

I shudder with arousal and more wetness soaks my panties. “But I wanted to make you feel good.”

“Nothing will make me feel better, my heart’s fire, than for you to fall apart beneath me. But it will be by my hands, my mouth, or my cock. Do you understand?”

If a guy from back on Earth spoke to me like this, he’d been tasting the balls I rammed up into his throat. But holy fuck, hearing Horek say it fans the desire coursing through my veins. I nod my assent, which apparently doesn’t satisfy him. He yanks my hands above my head, locks them in a tight, but gentle grip, and rocks harder against me. I moan with ecstasy.

“Tell me with your words, heart’s fire. I want to hear you acknowledge that I am the male who will bring you to release over and over again.”

“Y—yes.” That single syllable becomes two as I release it on a breathy exhale. “Only you.”

“Say my name. Who controls your pleasure?”

I swallow. “Horek.”

“Again.”

“Horek.” My voice is stronger this time.

“That’s right.” He releases the hold he has on my hands. “Keep them there.”

Unbidden, I do exactly what he says. I can’t take my gaze off him while he sits upright and stares down at me. His cock is still free and my mouth thirsts for another taste of it. With far more practiced ease than I demonstrated, Horek undoes my pants and tugs them down my legs, bringing my panties with them.

The flames in his eyes flare higher and the scales lining the top of his shoulders darken another shade. Are the Bohnari descended from the mythical dragon? Or an alien version of it? Is that why they burn hot and why fire shines from his gaze?

Any care I have for the answers disappears when Horek spreads my legs with his large hands and exposes me completely. There’s no hiding from him. He inhales deeply with his eyes closed and shudders. When he opens them, an inferno burns in their depths.

“It’s my turn to taste you now.”

He doesn’t wait for me to accept or reject his claim. Instead, Horek feasts. For a man who doesn’t have first-hand experience with human anatomy, he knows exactly what he’s doing. My toes curl, and my back arches off the cushion. Unlike guys I dated in the past, he finds my clitoris right away. I cry out as the tension builds. The tingling intensifies, and I chase the orgasm I’m standing on the edge of.

Horek plunges his tongue deep inside me and a ripple of pleasure travels along my interior walls. He flicks it against a sensitive spot, and I nearly combust. I desperately need an anchor. Something to hold onto and ground myself. I happen to choose the shorn lengths of the horns on either side of his head.

I clench my fists around them and use the leverage to drag Horek closer and bury his face deeper against my center. There’s a sting of pain that’s quickly soothed by his tongue. Did he bite me? Why is just the thought of that hot? It doesn’t matter, every thought is erased from my brain when he latches onto my clit again and sucks. Hard. The precipice I’d been standing on crumbles, and then I’m soaring.

A scream of pleasure tears from my throat. I’m not even recovered when a large rigid object presses against my opening. My gaze flies up to meet Horek’s.

“Tell me you don’t want me to breed you. Tell me now, or I won’t stop until your belly is swollen from my seed.”

I know I should be putting a stop to this. It’s moving so fast. We haven’t talked aboutusor our future or what his intentions are. There are so many obstacles we’ll need to overcome. I mean, we don’t even know each other. But all my body wants is to be fucked by Horek. I’m sure I’ll give myself a strong talking-to when this is over, but I’ll worry about that later.

“Do it.”

“Say the words, my heart’s fire. I don’t want there to be any misunderstandings later. I want to hear you say it.” He inches forward only a fraction, stretching me, but then stops.

I whimper in need. “Please.”

“Say it,” he commands again and sinks another inch deeper.

“Fuck me. Breed me.”

With a single, powerful thrust, Horek seats himself fully inside me. The protrusions along his ridged cock drag across the sensitive flesh of my inner walls in a way that has me seeing stars. Colors burst in my vision and I’m transported to another world. For the second time.

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