Page 53 of Taming the Alien Outlaw
I brush back the few strands of hair stuck to her brow. “You’ve done far more than you realize.”
Does Olivia know what she is to me? It’s a question that has been rattling around inside my head since Horek explained things. Unable to help myself, I lower my head and touch my lips to hers. She sighs against my mouth and opens for me. I deepen the kiss and dip my tongue inside, tentatively searching for hers. She rubs her own alongside mine and for the first time, we truly taste each other.
I take my time, savoring Olivia’s divine flavor, committing it to memory, because I don’t know when I’ll experience this pleasure again. My fingers grip the lush curve of her hips. She moans softly and I capture the sound, storing it within my memory so that I might bring it back out when the silence of my cell becomes too much.
She moves closer, the plump mounds of her chest pressing hard against the firmness of mine. The musky odor I’ve only scented once before fills my nose. I grin against Olivia’s lips, smug in the knowledge that I’m the one coaxing that fragrance from her. The fragrance of arousal.
The heat of her cunt burns my flesh through the fabric of my pants and an answering heat travels through my veins, singeing my insides in a way that would have terrified me before learning Olivia’s my heart’s fire. Knowing the fire burns for her is a soothing balm to my worried soul.
Her small hands wind their way through my hair and her fingertips brush against the base of my horns. A groan of pure pleasure rumbles up out of my chest and a shudder races along my spine. My hardened cock jerks with need, and I thrust helplessly against her.
“Are your horns sensitive?” Olivia murmurs against my mouth.
“Gods, yes.” The confession falls from my lips before I can stop it. I should know better than to offer my mate a way to torture me when I feel her smile.
“So, it feels good when I do this?” She lightly scrapes her nails up my horns and I nearly soak my trou with come.
“You are a deliciously evil female.” The words are harsh between my clenched teeth. “But unless you wish me to tear the clothesfrom your body and empty my seed inside your pretty cunt until your belly swells with it, you’ll cease tormenting me.”
The scent of Olivia’s desire grows stronger and it isshewho shudders and whose legs nearly give way. I back her up against the wall and press my aching cock into the cradle of her thighs. Damp heat from her core sears into me.
“Does that excite you, my mate? The thought of my seed filling you up until you’re so full of it that it leaks out of you, coating your inner thighs so that any male who smells you knows you’re mine?” I nibble Olivia’s jaw and she tilts her head to give me greater access.
“Yes,” she breathes out and rubs herself harder against the hard bar of my aching cock.
“I can’t wait to lay you on my bed, spread out in front of me, so I can watch my seed try to escape only to use my fingers to push it back inside you where it belongs.”
“Fuck me.”
“Yes, I will. My mate will be fucked good and hard.” I nip her ear and tighten my hold when her knees tremble. “You want that, don’t you?”
Olivia must not be able to form words because all she can do is nod.
“I’ll do it again and again until you beg me to stop. Only I won’t. Not until my seed has taken root.”
She shudders once more. I’ve never given much thought to having a mate or young, but now the image won’t leave me. Nor will this urge to fuck my mate until she’s swollen with my kit.
I wrestle with my control, because I will not take Olivia the first time in a dark prison cell. Slowly, I draw myself away from her, although it pains me to do so. I kiss her softly once more and put greater space in between us.
Her eyelids flutter and I adjust my aching cock, although it doesn’t help. Finally, her bright eyes open fully and she licks her swollen lips. Olivia wears a dazed look, but it clears until she appears to come back to the present. Even in the shadows, the darkening of her cheeks is evident.
“You called me your mate,” she says.
“That’s what you are, is it not? My heart’s fire?”
She shakes herself out of her aroused stupor. “Why didn’t you tell me before?”
I stroke her cheek. “Because I didn’t know such a thing existed. My mother never spoke of it.”
“Then how did you know?” A crease appears between her brows.
“Horek.”
Olivia bites her bottom lip and darts a glance away from me before returning to meet my stare. “Are you unhappy about it?”
I widen my eyes. “How could I be unhappy with having such a beautiful, smart, stubborn mate who will always challenge me and drive me mad, but who will also never bore me or let me get away with being an asshole?”
She laughs and I revel in the sound. “You better believe I’m not going to let you be an asshole. I’ve had enough of those to last me a lifetime.”
