Page 13 of Beauty and the Alien Beast
I need to be fucked—fast and hard—now.
Within minutes, I was writhing and trembling on the couch, my breath coming in whimpers. Every sensation had turned into pleasure.
I rubbed myself against the couch, wondering if I could get off just from that. But even when I started caressing my own body, I couldn’t orgasm. I was stuck creeping toward the edge of sexual nirvana but unable to push myself over on my own.
I was starting to get desperate when the attendant returned, looking a hell of a lot hotter than he had before the drug. I struggled to keep myself from holding out my arms to him, and it took all I had to resist begging the alien to fuck me senseless.
He nodded, apparently satisfied by the state the drug had left me in, and gave me a spray from another vial full of crystal-blue fluid. I immediately became very drowsy, and he helped me to my feet, leading me out and down the hall.
The feel of my thighs rubbing together and my nipples brushing against the harness kept me at a full boil as we went downstairs in a transparent elevator. I watched in a dreamlike state as we stood inside the clear shaft that glided past three floors full of slave trainees.
Finally, we reached the right floor and stepped out, turning down another of those ad-filled hallways. My heart was pounding and I desperately wanted to start rubbing myself, but I forced my hands to stay at my sides. I wasn’t going to masturbate in front of this asshole alien.
The attendant stepped forward and knocked on the door. After a few moments, it slid open. Framed in the doorway was Mr. Alien Hottie, gazing down at us with a smile on his face. His eyes fixed on me, and after a moment, the attendant stepped back and I threw myself into the big alien’s four arms.
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The door closedon the attendant’s smirk as my mate rubbed her soft body against me, panting and trembling with need. My body responded at once, my lower arms wrapping around her and my cock swelling with the strong urge to claim her.
I buried my face in her hair, completely swept up in the moment as she offered herself to me. For long, agonizing heartbeats, I couldn’t force myself nor my inner beast to pull away from her. She was our female.
She writhed against me, and the power of that blatant invitation made my head swim. I wanted to kiss her—even though I knew that the moment I did, neither of us would be in control.And then I’ll have to live with myself. No. I will not do that to her.
If I kissed her, it would start the mating process with the exchange of pheromones. After that, our bodies and emotions would start to synchronize, and the need to mate would begin to overcome not just the drive to complete my mission—getting her back to my pack alive—but even my survival instinct. Properly bonded Gladiators didn’t emerge from their mating bower for days after their first kiss.
My lips still hovered near hers. Disastrously near. My incisors lengthened, ready to nip her bottom lip playfully.
She’s so tempting… Just one lick and—
No! I must not.
I groaned aloud from the feel of my aching cock, dizziness in my head, and a terrible hunger to be touched. This female was driving me toward a mating frenzy.
Logic finally took hold.
She’s drugged. This is not her will.
Quickly, I backed off, holding her gently at arm’s length.
Her moan was deep and throaty.
It took every ounce of my self-control to hold her away from me and reach for the counter-intoxicant on my belt. I couldn’t risk her hating me—or me despising myself—so I pulled the spray from its pocket and puffed a good dose into her face.
She gasped in surprise, pulling the vapors into her lungs, then coughed. I held her steady, not embracing her, just supporting her as she got a bit wobbly. I sighed with relief. The drug was wearing off.
I refuse to let my first time with the sheleki the gods chose for me be marred by intoxicants given to her against her will. It would taint everything we’d potentially have, and this I cannot allow.There was nothing more important on this planet to me than her—my mate—and there never would be. Not our children. Not my pack. Only my sheleki.
Her dilated dark eyes slowly returned to normal, pupils contracting, and her breathing calmed. Once she seemed steady on her feet again, I gently let her go.
“Are you all right?” I asked.
She blinked at me blankly and then looked down at herself, shuddering. Realization broke over her face, and the hazy look of confusion turned into a mix of fear, outrage, and—when she glanced at me—relief. At least she understood that I was not behind her drugging and had refused to take advantage of her.
It hurt to pull away from her, especially when I could still smell her arousal, a fine perfume of feminine musk that wafted inside my nostrils, making it impossible for my body to settle down. I endured, keeping my distance even as she stared at me in the most alluring way.
“I am sorry.” I started. “None of this was my doing. Please understand that I mean you no harm.” I spread my hands in a pacifying gesture. “I am a Wulfaen Gladiator, and our oath is to honor and protect our females.”
