Page 26 of Tricked By the Alien Prince

“Is this what you want?” I ask, my voice deep.

I want her to want this. I want her to want me. I’m not above manipulation, making her think that this is what she needs. I’ll do whatever it takes to convince her to stay with me, just like this.

“Yes,” Maya replies, her chest heaving as she pants before me.

I take my time. I let my tongue lap at her lower lips. Slowly, maddeningly, I stroke it through her folds. Maya cries out, her whole body jolting beneath my touch like she has been touched by lightning. Her taste explodes upon my tongue. She’s so sweet, like nectar from an unidentifiable flower. I could spend my life between her legs happily.

I allow my needs to take over. I grip her hips tightly, holding her in place, as I feast upon her. My tongue laps and spears at her, taking what I want without mercy. She writhes and pants, begs. Her need just fuels me on. Her taste driving me mad.

Only a small part of sanity remains. I must prepare her. I am a large male. I’ve been told plenty of times. If it weren’t for glances of other males in the fighting pits, I would think most females were lying simply to get into my good graces. Maya is so small. I may be willing to lie and cheat, even kill, but I will never, ever allow her to come to harm.

I brush a calloused finger through her folds, probing at her entrance. Maya stiffens momentarily, before she’s arching toward it.

“Good girl,” I breathe against her, as I push the single digit inside of her. Her warmth closes in around me. I can only imagine how amazing that will feel when it’s my cock inside of her, pumping. She’s so tight, though. I give her another finger, pressing it deep inside of her. Curling, I explore her walls until I find a spot that feels rougher than the rest. I rub it furiously, feeling the way her muscles coil tighter and tighter. Maya cries out, her whole body shaking. Then I can feel her tightening, her muscles clamping onto me. She screams out her pleasure.

I smirk as I press a kiss to her thigh. The world around us is lit up with my steady pulsing luminae.

She’s brighter even so. She may not be a Sulthari, but with the way her cheeks pinken and her eyes sparkle, she may as well be. For a moment, I am completely enraptured. A warmth fills my body as I look down at the little female before me, body soft and vulnerable. No one’s ever allowed themselves to relax like this in my presence before. No one has ever been this completely open to me.

Maya blinks up at me, eyes clearing.

“Is that it?” She mumbles, her eyes going wide as soon as the words slip from her mouth.

I laugh. She makes me laugh, the joy bubbling up from deep inside of me from a place I wasn’t sure even existed.

“Oh, my little halvi, we are just getting started.”

ChapterSixteen

MAYA

Iweakly clutch at his arms as his body rises above me. His forearms come to rest on each side of my head, caging me in. Rather than feeling trapped, I feel protected. His body is warm, firm, and unrelenting.

I glance down between us. I blow out a slightly relieved breath when I realize he’s not that different from a human male. He’s got some bulges along the shaft that I imagine will fill me up, and there are ridges wrapping around him closer to his mushroom head. Oh, and he’s much larger than anyone I’ve ever slept with. I’m suddenly so thankful he gave me oral first.

Already I feel more satisfied than I’ve been in a very long time. I needed this release more than I want to admit… but beneath that, there’s this tug that says I need ‘him.’ Above me, Volan’s paused. He stares down at me, unblinking. That familiar voice peeks through my shroud of pleasure, nagging, asking if he is already regretting this… if he realizes that I’m not good enough.

“Is that it?” I blurt out. I wince at how crass I am, like he didn’t just give me the best oral of my life. How ungrateful I must sound.

“Oh, my little halvi, we are just getting started,” Volan states, a smug smirk spreading across his lips. “Are you sure you want more, little one? Are you sure you can handle me?”

He presses his hips closer to mine but pauses once again.

Our eyes meet, his with an intense gaze, questioning. He’s waiting for me, I realize. All this time, he’s been considering my needs, not pushing me away. I give him a nod, relief and hope digging deep into my soul.

“Yes, please,” I say as I lick my dry lips.

The tip of Volan’s cock presses against my core. For a brief moment, I fear that I can’t take him, the pressure growing, until he suddenly slips through my tight muscles. I moan as my core stretches to accommodate his girth. He’s barely inside and yet I feel so full.

Volan’s forehead presses against mine, his breathing labored. He’s holding back, giving me time to adjust, I realize.

As soon as the pinch of pain disperses, I give my hips a gentle shift. Volan groans above me as he slides in ever so slightly, my body eagerly clenching around him. His muscles shake, sweat beading on my forehead.

He feels so… intense. But then again, everything about this male is one hundred percent, never half-assed.

I roll my hips again, hissing as he presses deeper. There’s no sting, no pain this time, just blinding pleasure. I whimper, my fingers digging into his waist as I attempt to pull him closer.

Volan begins to flex his hips, a soft motion that has my insides lighting up. Each gentle thrust pushes him deeper. Each withdrawal has me at my edge, clinging to him. We’re both panting by the time he fully sheathes himself inside of me.

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