Page 113 of Saved By the Alien Hybrid
The words were lost as he knocked the air from her lungs with how abruptly he shoved her onto her back.
“Rentir—oh.”
He dove between her thighs and set his tongue to work amid the sticky mess of their combined fluids.
Not squeamish of his own cum? That’s a new one.
“You really don’t have to do that,” she said in a strangled voice, wishing she could just shut up but so used to deflecting from her own satisfaction that the words rose from her unbidden.
He jerked her hips off the ground and spanked her hard. Yelping, she bucked in his grip, but he only lifted her higher, cupping her ass as he sucked and licked at her tender vulva. Her thighs squeezed his ears as his tongue delved into her core. She reached up and grabbed his horns, trapping him against her, as though there was any danger he would pull away. He hummed his approval, shaking his head back and forth with his tongue stiffened, tugging her hard back toward the orgasm she’d just lost.
“Don’t stop,” she commanded, bucking into him. “Oh, God, don’t youdarestop.”
He purred harder—hard enough that she felt it in his tongue, still moving fervently over her tortured clit. Her toes curled. Her eyes squeezed shut.
Almost, almost?—
He stopped, tossing his head to free himself of her grip on his horns.
“No!”
She opened her eyes to glare at him, but the near-unrecognizable set of his features made her bite her tongue. Shewasn’t sure he was all there; he looked so much like he had earlier that day, when he’d been mindless with bloodlust.
He flashed his teeth in a halfhearted snarl, lowering her hips until she was lined up with his hard cock.
“Mine,” he bit out.
He impaled her hard, but she was so wet that he slid in without any discomfort. She groaned and dropped back against the ground. Her arms fell above her head as he shunted into her restlessly, holding her weightless in his six-fingered grip. His tail snaked around her thigh to find her clit again, and she found with amazement that the little rattling twitch he sometimes did when he was anxious felt incredible against that sensitive spot.
She writhed in his grip, rolling her hips and squeezing her knees restlessly as the pleasure climbed up her spine. She’d never been so close to the edge only to be dragged back again, and the result was mind-numbingly intense. Each climb was quicker, sharper, almost edging on painful. Her toes curled as her eyes rolled back.
“Open your eyes,” he said harshly, startling her.
Her body obeyed automatically.
“Look at me.” His tone was somehow pleading and threatening at once.
She whined, shuddering from how close she was, from the strangeness of gazing into someone’s eyes as she came. It had always been as private as she could make it. Face down in the pillow, with her lip between her teeth so she didn’t embarrass herself by making too much noise.
“You’re mine.” His voice was distant in her ears as her vision began to tunnel. “You’re mine, Cordelia.”
He was phrasing it as a statement, but she could hear the frantic question within it.
“Yes,” she screamed as the orgasm ripped through her, her eyes still locked on his.
There was nowhere to hide, no way to retreat into herself from the intimacy. He was staring down at her with an intensity that could be nothing but love—pure, uninhibited love. A sob shuddered out of her.
Her whole body shook as her core muscles fluttered and convulsed harder than she’d felt in her life. Rentir followed her down, moaning deep in his chest as his cum spurted, layering sensation and stretching her orgasm out longer. He collapsed over her, holding his weight off her upper body with his arms.
They didn’t say anything for a long while, preoccupied with catching their breath. Rentir’s panted breaths fanned over the sweat-dampened skin of her throat. His tongue flicked out and licked a lazy trail that made her twitch around his knot. He purred his satisfaction.
“You’re really mine?” he whispered at length.
“Only if you’re mine, too,” she said, tracing her fingers over one of the glowing spots on his high cheekbone.
“I am,” he said emphatically. “I always was, from the moment of my conception. I just didn’t know it until I saw you.”
She smiled dreamily. “That’s so cheesy.”
