Page 51 of Kissed By the Alien
“Ah, proof you are his daughter.”
I playfully swat Lutan’s chest. “Seriously, I’m not sure what to say.”
“The truth, spoken with passion and heart.”
“What if I freeze up? What if he’s furious? What if?—”
“You’re still his daughter. He will not abandon you, no matter what you tell him.”
“How would you know?”
“You speak of him with respect. With love.”
“I’ve considered telling him multiple times, but the very idea of that conversation makes my stomach twist.”
“You are a determined female. I’ve seen this in you many times. I believe you can and will attain whatever you put your mind to. But you must choose, Lexi. Between the safety and security of your family home or the independence you crave. What do you truly want?”
I sink my face into Lutan’s shoulder and whisper, “I want to matter.”
CHAPTEREIGHTEEN
LUTAN
It breaks my heart that Lexi thinks she does not matter. To her father, her family, to me.
She matters.
Very much.
The longer she stays in my quarters with me, the more I weaken. Her scent, the sound of her voice, that cute way she bounces her eyebrows suggestively when she flirts with me… All of it steals my focus, makes it impossible to think of anything except her.
The bond between us is growing.
I cannot let it continue.
But pushing her away is no longer an option.
My hand goes to her cheek. The softness and warmth pull me in. This is a mistake, I remind myself as I slowly unbutton her shirt and allow my fingers to glide over her ample breasts. They are as soft as the rest of her.
Under my fingers, her nipples turn hard. I run my tongue over one peak, through the thin fabric of her undergarment. I try convincing myself we’re safe from becoming too involved if we stay clothed, but her moan wraps around me, making every part of my body highly attuned to her.
My lungs draw in honey and circanni blooms scent. Like a drug addict, I need more. I run my tongue along her lower lip, tasting a sweetness I’ve never experienced.
More,my mind screams.
Take her.
Claim her.
Become one with her.
My claws extend and tear through the fabric covering her breasts. Teasing her nipple with my tongue draws a sensuous moan from her which only deepens the ache and the need to taste more of her. When my mouth sucks on the pink peak, her hands sink into my hair and find the nodes at the base of my horns.
Pleasure like I’ve never known shoots up both horns, forcing them as far back as they’ll go, practically lying flat against my head. My blood races, recognizing the precursor to a full mating, and yet I cannot back away.
My body and mind battle one another right now. Ignoring what I should do, my mouth moves lower, determined to taste, to mate, to truly know what is mine.
I pull her pants down until she steps out, one shapely leg at a time. She runs one bare foot up and down my calf, sending a rush of blood to my cocks. I tilt my head back, to look up at her as I settle on my knees.
