Page 18 of Shadowed By the Alien
RAVEN
You’re a hypocrite,my conscious scolds, rightfully so. I just told Ren I need the truth from people, but now I’m not sure I want it. He has more to tell me, and he’s ready to, but what if it means I lose him?
I press two fingers to his lips, silencing him. “You already told me you’re an alien. I don’t think there’s anything left to tell.”
“Raven—”
I plaster my lips to his to stop his objections. I’ve had enough shocks for one day. Right now, I need to feel safe and secure, not learn othertruthsthat will send me into a tailspin. He’s a good man, I know this down to my bones, and it’s all that matters.
My hand slides down his arm until our fingers twine. I lead him through the house to the upstairs guest bedroom. I’ve stayed here before, but never with another man.
I can’t believe I’m doing this, and yet I’ve never wanted to be with anyone more.
Before we’re even in the room, Ren presses me against a wall. One kiss... That’s all it takes before I open to him. When he peels my dress off me, I arch my back, offering myself to him.
Large yet gentle fingers lightly caress my breasts, dipping beneath the edge of my bra. “I’ve wanted you since I saw you, Raven. All these months.”
“And yet you never spoke to me.”
One bra strap glides off a shoulder. “I could not risk it.”
I want to ask why, but his thumb circles a very hard nipple and I no longer care. I want him, more than ever. As he peelsaway my bra and sucks on a breast, my hands grip his hair… and bump into a horn.
Up and down, I run my hands over his horns, already accepting them because they’re a part of Ren. If anything, they mesmerize me, and I’m unable to break contact.
Beautiful music… moans, really… float past me. My fingers can glide over the ivories and replicate some of the finest classical music our world has ever produced, but there is no comparison to the sounds coming from Ren. An erotic cacophony that resonates down to my soul.
Wakening me.
Calling to me.
He’s like a siren and I will yield to his every wish.
“Hey!” I yelp as he lifts me without warning and sits me on the edge of the bed.
With delicate care, he removes my stockings and shoes. And my panties—damn, they’re soaked—disappear seconds later.
“Open for me, sholani. Let me taste you.” He nudges my thighs apart and his tongue… Oh my, this is what sex is supposed to be. Heaven wrapped in decadent chocolate. Like velvet, his tongue learns every crevice of my most intimate area, only to find the prize that he flicks and circles. He’s working so hard, my shadow, as if there is no tomorrow.
Maybe he thinks there isn’t. My father can be rather controlling and judgmental. I don’t know how he’ll react to me being with Ren.
Frankly, I don’t care.
I choose who I’m with and I choose Ren.
When my fingers dig into the bumps at the base of his horns, I swear he plants his face deeper into my pussy. The way I’m writhing beneath his ministrations leaves no room for questioning; the man is eager to please.
The orgasm strikes unexpectedly with what has to be an 9.0 on the Richter scale. My face aches from smiling so hard.
Ren squeezes my thighs as he lifts his head. “Are you ready for me, sholani?”
“I’ve never done anything like this, not so early in a relationship. We only just met,” I say as he climbs over me.
“We can stop.”
“Don’t you dare. I just want to understand why this feels perfect, as if we belong together.”
“Because we do. More than you realize. But I don’t want to have any lies between us. Or misunderstandings. I’ve spoken with other warriors who have mated human females. There is a difference between zyanthan and human physiology for a male.”
