Page 16 of Tamed By the Alien Warlord
He doesn’t let up. Doesn’t stop. Drives into me faster, deeper, cock pounding against my sweet spot with every punishing thrust. I sob and scream and grind against him like I’m possessed.
The second orgasm slams into me harder than the first.
My legs go numb. My vision blurs. My whole body locks and jerks around him, pleasure arcing so high ithurts.
And that’s when he loses control.
With a roar, he slams into me one final time, cock jerking, spurs locking inside me as he spills his hot seed deep into my womb. It pulses and throbs andburns, and I moan like I’ve been broken open.
We collapse to the floor, tangled and sweating, panting against each other like survivors of some sacred war.
He strokes my hair with claws that now move gently.
“Mine,” he whispers against my temple.
“Yours,” I echo, lips trembling.
Even bruised, scraped, and boneless from pleasure…
I’ve never felt morewanted.
“Say you won’t go,”he murmurs against my mouth.
“Say you’ll stop me,” I shoot back.
We breathe each other in. The air is thick with things we’re not ready to say.
Then the com beeps.
Dammit.
“Mission window in T-minus twenty,” Rix’s voice says over the channel. “Shuttle’s fueled. Comms are scrambled. Time to move.”
Lanz sets me down slowly, like his hands are reluctant to leave. “I’ll get you out if it goes bad.”
“I know.”
“And I’ll kill him.”
“I know that too.”
I grab the glittering veil that completes the look and shove it into my satchel. The dressing module door hisses open. Lanz walks beside me in silence, muscles tense under his dark armor.
We reach the launch bay.
The shuttle waiting for me looks like a child’s toy next to the Reaper warships. It’s sleek, elegant, deceptively soft. A civilian transport with a smuggler’s heart.
“She’s rigged to fly blind and run cold,” Lanz says gruffly. “Takes voice commands in Standard or Reaper. Codes are burned. No one will trace it back here.”
“Perfect,” I murmur.
We stop before the hatch. I reach for the console, but then… I can’t. Not yet.
“I need you to say something,” I whisper, turning to him.
He frowns. “What?”
“That this is going to work.”
