Page 25 of Tricked By the Alien Prince

“I… what?” I grin at the idea. Maya’s probably going about this in the worst possible way, but then again… isn’t that just so uniquely her? She seems to overthink everything and fumbles her way through solutions. She claims to be so prepared for this “adventure” she’s going on, even going so far as to bring her tiny weapon, and yet she was hardly mentally ready to face the first monster we came across.

Beneath her touch, my luminae light up for her. It pulses gently, matching the thudding rhythm drifting through me. Each light brush of her fingertips, as she trails them across my pecs and down the muscles of my stomach, drives me insane. It’s as if I can feel her touch arc like lightning through my blood. It’s as if my very blood is thickening…

Her fingers graze my waistband, and I jolt at the touch. She’s so close to where I need her. I’m so close.

“Maya,” I say, capturing her hands in mine. “If you continue, I’m not sure I can stop myself. I honestly do not think I’ll be strong enough.”

It’s as much of a warning as I can give her. This female has me practically trembling with need before her, and she’s barely even touched me!

Maya gazes at me with consideration. Her lips twitch, as if my warning is something she can so easily dismiss. She has no idea how desperate I am. I’m not a monster, but she makes me wonder.

“I trust you not to hurt me, Volan.”

My head rolls back, and I groan at the ceiling above us. I don’t have the strength to stop her. I don’t have the desire to. Everything in me wants her, wants this moment. There’s just that tiny bit of my soul that says she deserves more…

“Will you undress me?” she asks. I watch, mesmerized, as my cloak pools at her feet, revealing just how small her body is beneath. She tugs on her shirt, lifting it up her body to reveal the smooth skin of her stomach. Higher and higher she lifts it, revealing fabric cupping heavy breasts. The sight is enough to stop any doubts from my mind, it’s enough to entirely stop any thoughts at all.

I grasp the fabric and tug it over her head, guiding her face and long curly hair safely through. I’m tempted to guide the fabric to catch upon her enclosed wrists, to hold her still while I please both of us, but I’m not quite sure how far Maya will let me go. Not yet. Her trust in me is not absolute. Not yet. There will come a day when she begs me to tie her down, when she begs for me and only me.

I toss her wet shirt aside, watching with a pleased warmth in my chest as her hands immediately strip her chest of the remaining clothing. Heavy breasts spring free from their restraints. Immediately her nipples are hardening, tight pebbles that beg to be played with. Without pausing, Maya slides the heavy weight of her skirt down her legs revealing a patch of dark hair between her legs. She laughs freely as her feet tangle up, having to lean on me for support to stop herself from falling into the water.

I can’t stop the answering smile that tugs at my lips. When was the last time that I felt this honest with someone? When was the last time that I didn’t care about who I was or how I presented myself to them? When was the last time I could just be me?

My fingers itch to grab her, to drag her from the water and feast upon her.

And then Maya lowers herself to her knees before me. Her body slides into the water, the darkness lapping perfectly at the undersides of her breasts. It’s a sight that’s both arousing and disconcerting.

I reach out to her, my hands wrapping around her upper arms as I drag her to her feet.

“Never kneel,” I tell her with a firm command. “Not before me or any other male.”

It might be a foolish thing to tell someone, especially since I am a prince. But I am so accustomed to others kneeling before me, to the groveling and the dishonesty. They always want something, always seeking me out because of my position. Never is it about who I am, the male inside. I just want someone, anyone, to stand at my level. I adore the way that Maya looks at me without fear, how she’s unafraid to speak her mind. The thought of her on her knees placating herself sickens me.

Maya’s startled gaze meets mine. Of course, she doesn’t understand; she doesn’t even know who I am. I should tell her…

I don’t. I can’t bring myself to do it. I just need her to want me for who I am, not for the benefits of my position. I want her to want me, just as she does in this one moment in time.

I kiss her firmly on her lips, greedily sucking in her small gasp. With precise movements, I guide her to the edge of the rock pool, lifting her until she’s seated. A delighted thrill rolls through my body when she matches my ferocious kisses with her own, kissing me with equal passion. Her hands roam over my shoulders and squeeze my biceps. Her legs spread, allowing me to press ever closer to her.

“I want you,” I groan as I suck air desperately into my burning lungs. The sweet smell of her arousal fills me, thickening my blood and driving my need higher.

My hand threads through her curls, wrapping around the silky strands. I grip her hair, tugging lightly to guide her to arch more and reveal the slender column of her neck to my caresses. Without hesitation, she opens up. She whimpers as I nip at her soft skin with sharp teeth, before smoothing the sting with a stroke of my tongue.

There’s a pounding in my ears demanding that I take her now, to claim her and keep her entirely as my own. The need is so strong, so sudden, that I wonder if she’s somehow influencing me. But no, not her. Maya isn’t like the others. She’s already shown how selfless and caring she is; venturing into the unknown just to try and prove her people are being lied to. She constantly risks herself, puts her own needs aside, for others.

It’s time someone cared for her for once.

My lips brush over her taut nipple, my breath ghosting over it. Maya whimpers and squirms beneath me. Her fingers clutch at my hair, attempting to drag me in place.

“Please,” she begs me.

Pure satisfaction fills me. I wanted her to beg, and she already is. I’ve barely started. She’s perfect for me, filling every one of my needs. As I will fill hers.

I latch on and suck, hard. She cries out, her back arching. I’m merciless. My fingers find her other breast, plucking at the sensitive nub. I squeeze and pinch, enjoying the way that her soft skin molds into the shape of my hand.

With a pop, I release her from my mouth. I’m enjoying this all too much, but there’s something I know we’ll both enjoy more. I’ve been trained in the art of seducing females. I’ve had plenty of practice. It’s never felt more important than it does right in this moment. My life has been leading up to this—to her.

My gaze meets Maya’s as I begin skimming my lips down her stomach. My lips brush over dark curls. The scent of her arousal is strong here, mind-numbingly so. My mouth waters, and I struggle not to drink from her like a male dying of thirst.

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