Page 65 of Taming the Alien Outlaw
Then I remember I am nothing like my father. In fact, I never really knew him. Not the real him anyway. The only knowledge I have of King Danik is what Mohneek fed to me, and none of it was real.
“Kiss me,” Olivia demands.
I blink away the memories and slowly grin. “My heart’s fire is a demanding female.”
“I’ll let you get away with saying female this one time,” she threatens, but there is a hint of laughter in how she says it.
“Then I best do as she commands.” I lower my head and claim her lips with mine.
The kiss isn’t soft or tender. It is deep and full of need. Need for my mate. For Olivia. The only female for me. I don’t know what I’ve done to have earned the most perfect mate in existence, but I thank the gods for bringing her to Bohna.
I rock my hips and increase the friction between us. She moans and I capture the sound, swallowing it down and savoring the taste of her. Olivia’s pleasure is all mine. Her desire? Mine. Her orgasms? Mine. Before this night is over, everyone will know we belong to each other.
My kisses shift from her lips to her jaw. I nip at her flesh and dampness soaks through my pants. But it’s not mine.
“I wish to taste you.” I glide my mouth along the line of her neck.
“Taste away,” Olivia replies, breathless.
“Your clothes need to come off. You are wearing far too many of them.”
“So are you.”
I laugh. “Perhaps we should remedy that then.”
“Let’s.” Olivia pushes my shoulders and I move back so she is able to sit upright.
I should be doing the same, but I stop and watch as she raises her shirt up and over her head exposing some type of undergarment that continues to hide her lush breasts from my view. She lifts her gaze to mine and gestures with her chin.
“Start getting naked, buddy.”
“As my heart’s fire demands.” I, too, remove my shirt and since Olivia has tossed hers onto the floor, I do the same.
I quickly remove my pants, hoping to continue observing her disrobe, but she must be in as much of a hurry as I am to finally be skin to skin, because she is already fully bare before me. Awestruck, I can only stare. Her breasts are pert with berry-colored tips that make my mouth water. Are they as sweet as they appear? Her belly is slightly rounded. An image of her fully swollen with my young fills my mind. It is so clear and perfect that I can’t stop myself from covering her body with mine. The feral way in which I capture her lips scares me, but I can’t stop. I kiss her long and deep, thrusting my tongue within her mouth, mimicking the action my cock is desperate to take. But I am able to maintain control enough that I savor Olivia like the perfect treat that she is.
Her nails dig shallow divots into my flesh. I enjoy the slight sting of pain it offers, and I will proudly wear any marks she mightleave on me. Marks that show everyone that she has claimed me as hers.
“I changed my mind,” Olivia manages to say against my lips.
My whole body goes stiff at the rejection.
“Less tasting and more fucking.” Her command is clear as she thrusts her hips upward and locks her legs around my waist.
Relief floods me. “Whatever my mate desires she shall have.”
I line my cock up with her opening that is dripping with wetness and glide forward, filling her little by little until Olivia’s taken all of me.
“Holy shit, what is that I’m feeling?” Her eyes are wide and glassy. “It’s like these rubber spikes are hitting every spot inside me just perfectly. Damn it, why didn’t I get a better look?”
I thrust again and she swears. “Fuck me, do that again.”
Since I wish to do so more than anything, I comply. Again and again, gaining speed with each one. I stare down at Olivia whose eyes are closed and ecstasy is written all over her face. Pleasure that I am giving her.
Her heels dig into my lower back, and she urges me on. “Touch my clit.”
“Show me how.” I reach between us for the swollen piece of flesh at the top of her cunt.
She covers my fingers with hers and teaches me how she loves to be touched. I memorize each moan she makes when I get it right so that I can play each one back whenever I choose. More wetness spills from her soaking the bed beneath her, but Olivia is so lost to her pleasure she doesn’t appear to notice.
