Page 22 of Her Alien Warrior
The word didn't translate, regardless of having the updated implant, and I didn't care. Pulsunne, I repeated in my mind, the word rolled from his tongue in a way that made my back arch up to meet him.
Sou-el's tongue traced down from my breast, along my ribs, and over my curved stomach. I was all squish to his hard muscle, and I tensed as he kissed the same stomach my husband used to quickly glide over with little interest, his lips pressed into my giving flesh. My body never bounced back after childbirth, no matter how many crunches I did to tone my waist. His eyes roamed over the stretch marks that spidered around my hips, and he licked them like the sight of them urged him on.
"Not every human has these markings," he growled as he licked them, his fangs nipping at my skin. "These were made by another, and the next time you look upon them, you willonly think of me," he demanded right before he kissed one that webbed out along my hip.
His interest in them had nothing to do with their appearance on my skin, but that of why they were there. A sign that I had been with another man, that I had born someone's children that were not his. He lifted me, pulling off my pants, easing them and my panties around my curves, kissing each new slice of exposed skin. I moaned as he suckled at the crux of my hipbone, leading to the heat between my thighs. My fingers dug into his silver hair while his own found their way between my lips, finding me slick with need.
Sou-el closed his eyes as two fingers pushed at the notch of my entrance, and I clamped down, my inner walls aching to be filled. Hips lifted and moved to force him inside, but he placed a hand on my stomach and teased around my clit with his tongue. His fingers stayed pushed against my pussy, edging at the threshold as he swirled circles of delicious pressure tipping in, then out, in and out. All the while his tongue flicked at my throbbing clit and his other hand held my stomach in place.
I panted as I watched him moving against me, there, but teasing as my muscles spasmed and my hips jolted, needing more. This was delicious torture, and a heat built up, making me feel like I needed to pee. Oh fuck, I was going to pee on him.
"I'm going to pee," I said in a panic, as I pushed at his head, squirming at the pleasure wrecking me with every flick of his tongue and a third finger joined his others as he put pressureat my entrance, but not actually filling me like I so desperately craved.
He didn't stop, even though I warned him of what was surely to come.
My hands flew up behind my head, gripping the sheets of the bed as I bit my lip hard to stop myself from losing control.
"I'm— I'm going—" I gasped out, trying to warn him again that he needed to stop even though my whole body tingled, and heat pooled at my core. I couldn't hold it, the pressure building, as pleasure made my toes curl.
"Fuck, fuck," I moaned as my hips tried to escape before I peed all over him because my muscles were squeezing, and through the haze of pleasure I was riding, the most embarrassing moment of my life was unfurling, and I couldn't do anything to stop it. Everything throbbed and then all three of his fingers thrust inside as liquid gushed out of me. His name echoed in the room from my scream.
As the high flowed through me, releasing the tension in my body, turning to jelly in his arms, I finally had time to be mortified. My eyes were squeezed shut, not wanting to see his reaction. It wasn't until his fingers slowly pulled from my core that I squinted to peek, only to find him licking his fingers like a spoon. My eyes widened in confusion and arousal.
The amber of his eyes returned to a fiery ring peeking out from the darkness of his hooded lust.
"I'm sorry," he finally said, shocking me. What did he have to be sorry for? That was the sexiest thing I've ever laid eyes on. He was the sexiest I've ever seen. "I had promised to make you come with just my tongue first, but I wanted to feel you come around my fingers as I bathed in your release."
I didn't pee?
I must have said that out loud because he smiled and said, "I will enjoy feeling you come around my cock after you've agreed to take my unne mark."
That word created a notification in my implant, reluctantly I pressed behind my ear and in that pleasant actress voice the message relayed, "Unne marks are a mating ritual within necia warrior tribes to show warriors that are claimed in mating, similar to a symbol of marriage."
Marriage... the word struct me cold.
"Unne mark?" I repeated.
"You have my blood inside of you, and your blood is inside of me," he stated like I should know what he's talking about.
"And that means what exactly?" The pleasure of coming ebbed, and only the pulsing of my labia reminded me that I still craved his touch as the rest of me froze and worried about the very real fact that I was still married to a man on Earth, Tyler.
"You will bare my mark once I bury my cock inside you, whether I bite you or not, Pulsunne."
"I'm married," I blurtedout.
The silence was heavy between us before the most agonized roar ravaged through his throat once my words sunk in. Black consumed his eyes, and he pulled at his hair, before his epul snapped out from his shoulders.
"No," he whispered in pain as he spun away, leaving me there on the bed. I pulled the scrapes of my shirt over my chest and hugged myself. "You are mine," he said in disbelief like repeating the words made it true.
He stormed to the desk, ripped open the drawer that had been locked and grabbed a small spray canister. He cracked his neck back and forth before calming himself and staring at me with a kind of madness. "I do not care about your Earth customs, mate. In my tribe, when a mate is not cared for by those they mark, their claim is challenged. Your Earth contracts mean nothing to me."
Sou-el licked his fingers, sucking on all three before he moaned and continued with a sharp command, "It is my tongue on your flesh, my blood inside you, my name in your screams of pleasure, and it will be my mark that surpasses all others. Iwillhave you, Renee, but not with another male's presence between us. When I wake, I will challenge your bond of Earthly marriage. And when I win, you will take my cock, and my mark, Pulsunne."
"What does that word mean?" I asked, as he sprayed the mist in his own face. His nostrils flared and he held himself up byclinging to the desk, before his knees buckled, and he fumbled over to the wall, sliding down in a heap.
He didn't answer me, and this was not how I imagined my trip to the Blue District going. Of course, I had reasoned with myself that it was a possibility that I might have sex with an alien, but Sou-el wasn't part of the program and this wasn't exactly a one night only feeling, or someone just looking to have some fun. He gave me the best orgasm of my life, the only orgasm I'd ever had, if I was being honest. I wasn't even sure if what that was could be called an orgasm, I thought I was going to pass out from pleasure, and pee myself all at once.
I wanted more, like a newly minted addict. But, I had no intentions of mating with anyone. This was all supposed to be temporary. I'd find out if I was broken or not, return to Earth, live out my days by myself and be there to see my children's lives grow.
