Page 29 of Alokar
“Ewok!” she screamed my name, her voice breaking into a ragged gasp. Her fingers dug crescents into my shoulders as her body tensed, then shuddered around me in rhythmic waves. As she arched backward, surrendering completely, her eyes fluttered closed.
My release came with a roar as my climax hit with such force I thought I might die from the intensity,my body trembling as waves of pleasure crashed over me, my seed spilling deep within her welcoming heat. She held me through it all, her fingers clutching my shoulders her body milking me, drawing out every last drop of my seed.
I collapsed onto her, my elbows barely catching enough of my weight to keep from crushing her. I gathered her close, my softening cock still nestled deep within her as our foreheads rested together. We shared the same breath, the same heartbeat, the same sense of wonder. In the faint glow of moonlight illuminating our tent, with pine-scented air caressing our skin, I knew with absolute certainty that this was where I belonged—buried deep within her, in her arms, in her heart, in this sacred space we had created together.
“Holy shit,” Hannah panted, her voice soft with awe and contentment, her body still trembling with aftershocks. “That was incredible.”
“You are the incredible one,” I murmured, rolling onto my back and gathering her close. I glanced down at our bodies—Hannah beautifully naked, me still in my shirt, jeans tangled around my ankles. Yet, somehow, it felt perfectly right.
Hannah nestled against me, her head on my chest, fingers dancing over my stomach. Each tiny touch sent electric jolts coursing through my skin. I’d hoped for it, but now I knew, beyond any shadow of a doubt, that Hannah was my mate. The pull I felt towards her was overwhelming, and after tonight, I knew that even if I had to return to the stars without her, there would never be another for me.
“I thought you said you were inexperienced,” Hannah whispered, her fingers tracing lazy patterns in my fur. “Where did you learn to do that?”
I gently lifted her chin, bringing her gaze to mine. “I just did what felt natural with you, my sweet Hannah.”
My mate.
Chapter 12
Night of the Grizzly
Hannah
I opened my eyes, and the darkness inside the tent had melted into a deep, pearl-gray color that whispered of the approaching dawn.
I felt utterly perfect.
I lay nestled in Ewok’s embrace, my back pressed against the solid warmth of his chest, his arms wrapped around me, enclosing me in a cocoon of affection and safety. After my father died, I didn’t think I’d ever feel truly safe again, but being with Ewok—I felt cherished and secure and blissfully content and, well, perfect.
We’d made love twice more before falling into an exhausted, but contented sleep. Being in his arms last night, the pleasure he’d lavished upon me, the multiple—and I mean multiple—orgasms. If someone told me I’d have to stay like this for eternity, wrapped in him, I wouldn’t utter a single complaint.
But I had to pee.
I tried to slip from Ewok’s embrace without disturbing his slumber, but at my first minuscule movement, his honey-brown eyes fluttered open, immediately finding my face with such affection that warmth bloomed through my entire being.
“Good morning, my beautiful.” His voice was like melted butter, rich, smooth, and utterly delicious.
“Good morning,” I whispered, pressing a soft kiss to the tip of his nose, watching his eyes sparkle with delight before they darkened as I began to pull away.
“You’re leaving me?” The vulnerability in his voice, worry threading through it, tugged at something deep in my heart.
“I have to pee,” I confessed with a soft laugh, watching amused understanding dance across his handsome features. I pulled on my boots and buttoned my jeans. We’d redressed last night—for warmth—though I’d deliberately left myself loosely clothed in case we wanted to lose ourselves in each other again.
“Do you want me to come with you?” Ewok sat up, running his long fingers through his thick, tousled hair. The strands of silver and chocolate stood on end, making him look boyishly adorable.
“No,” I crawled back to him and captured his lips in a lingering kiss. “You stay here and keep the bed warm. I’ll be right back.”
“I’ll be counting every second,” he murmured against my lips, a deliciously wicked glint sparkling in his eyes.
I practically danced through the dewy morning grass to a secluded spot several feet away from the tent, where the treeline created a natural barrier. A thick grove of mountain laurel, glossy leaves still heavy with morning mist, formed the perfect screen of privacy.
The crisp morning air kissed my exposed skin with an almost shocking chill, raising goosebumps along my thighs, but I couldn’t suppress the blissful smile that curved my lips asmemories of the night before flooded through me. I could still feel the phantom sensation of Ewok’s large hands caressing and kneading my flesh as he’d worshipped me with his mouth, his touch, both possessive and tender.
Oh God.
The truth hit me like a lightning bolt—I liked him. I really, really,reallyliked him. Alien or Bigfoot, it didn’t matter. Every magnificent, impossible inch of what made Ewok who he was, I absolutely adored.
The realization should have sent me spiraling into panic, should have had me questioning my sanity.
