Page 32 of Beauty and the Alien Beast
I froze, anticipating disaster but knowing as well that I couldn’t stop her. Nor could I shut down the need to have her. My body flat out refused to pull away in time. My inner beast slid against my skin, prodding me to claim her. She brushed her lips against mine, then deepened the kiss until her mouth was caressing mine passionately.
The kiss mixed sensuality and tenderness, enthralling me and hardening my cock immediately. My mind started to drift away blissfully. My instincts rose in a wave of pleasure and lust, threatening a total takeover.
Pull away,my common sense demanded. I was doomed if I didn’t.
I can’t.
I pulled her closer—and felt my resolve slip away.
21
Ella
Kissing Tekenfor the first time was instinct mixed with desire and curiosity.
Once my lips touched his, he froze for a moment, then got into it, returning my kiss with a sigh that sounded like relief. He was careful, his hands just barely settling on my forearms and back.
Three seconds into the kiss, however, it was like a switch had been flipped. I felt a violent shudder go through him, and his grunt of pleasure became a low growl that amped up into something that sounded almost angry.
He pulled away with a gasp and looked down at me with glazed and dilated eyes. I suddenly remembered the drug I had been given and the way my reflection had shown the same thing. This was what he was experiencing right now—a cloying hunger like I’d felt back at the facility.But I knew no one had drugged Teken. Unless I had somehow, just by kissing him.
I thought of what he had struggled to tell me when we had almost kissed in the forest. It had sounded like a warning.
“I must guard. If I mate, I cannot guard.”
I looked up into his glossy eyes and remembered how I had felt when they brought me to his suite. Aching, frenzied, desperate for sex with him. I even saw that same pain in the depths of his eyes now—a craving for satisfaction so deep that it destroyed all focus.
“Ella,” he rasped in a low, shaky voice, hands trembling as his grip tightened on me.
I looked him over. He was nearly nude except for that filmy loincloth, which bulged nearly to the point of tearing from the massive erection underneath. He shuddered as I ran a hand down his belly, and his hands flexed against my skin.
“It’s okay.” I soothed, petting his chest, sliding my hands over his sides and then down over the bunched muscles of his ass. He jolted and gasped through his teeth, his head rolling back. I tried to use my soft, teasing tone to convey meaning. “Come here. Let the dog keep watch for a while.”
I kissed him again, and he caught me in his arms, forcing himself to lie back as if worried he would hurt me if he got too aggressive. I was all for the gentle giant routine until I knew my way around his body; that massive, barely restrained cock I spied would take some careful handling.
I climbed onto his lap, straddled his muscular thighs with mine, and started running my hands over his body. He shuddered, panting through his teeth, head lolling—and then his hands settled on me, fumbling impatiently at the fastenings at the sides of my borrowed tunic. I heard the snaps give just as I was ready to wrestle the whole thing off. He slid his hands under the fabric, two of them running up and down my sides while the others removed the intervening cloth.
I kissed him again, rubbing my breasts on his bare chest, and smiled against his mouth when he started trembling. Then one set of hands slid around to cup them while the other pair slid down, each one grabbing a globe of my ass.
When he set to work on me, kneading and stroking, I gasped. My fingers were still mapping the muscles of his back, but as time wore on and his hands explored me, I started to whimper, using my nails far more than my fingertips.
I had imagined a few times what it would be like to have two sets of his hands caressing me at once. I felt almost overwhelmed by the wash of sensation over my skin. It relaxed me but left me shivering, craving greater intensity even as I softened in his grip.
He seemed almost blind with lust now. When I managed to open my own eyes, I could see him gazing up at me with a tinge of wildness. His lips were parted as he gasped slowly for air. A look of almost panic crossed his features and then vanished.
I tried to say something encouraging, but I lost it and yelped a little as he scooped me up with all four arms.
Sitting up, he lifted me to his mouth, plucking me almost fully off his lap as he ran his lips over my throat and shoulders, then down between my breasts. He nuzzled me, closing his eyes reverently, then ran his tongue over each breast in turn, tasting every inch of my skin.
His movements were quick, hungry, barely restrained. Little purring growls vibrated his lips as they circled my areola and closed briefly over one nipple for a teasing tug. I gasped and then let out a low whimper, my hips rolling reflexively.
Now I was the one panting. I gripped his hair and pressed myself against his face encouragingly while he swirled his tongue over one of my breasts before fastening on my nipple. My back arched. I wrapped my legs around his waist and squirmed against him, hips working frantically.
My voice rose and fell with every pull of his lips. I shimmied my hips against his belly, feeling my cunt ache with the need to be filled as he suckled and caressed me.
Two hands lifted me, the other two kneading my ass and the tops of my thighs. He was so strong. I went almost limp in his arms as he lifted me farther in his powerful grip, and he started kissing his way down my belly.His wide, smooth-lipped mouth and the delicate brush of his sharp teeth were accompanied by a tongue that felt covered in soft ridges.
I didn’t realize he had laid me down until my back hit the padded bottom of the tent and his hands gripped my thighs and parted them. With three hands keeping them apart, I couldn’t move them, even when he bent down and started running his face over my cunt, nuzzling and kissing.
