Page 41 of Beauty and the Alien Beast
We journeyed on for at least an hour more before I started to notice something—Teken’s grip on me was shifting. His breathing was growing unsteady and labored, with that little shake in it I remembered so well from last night. He was getting turned on again.
I confirmed it a moment later when Brax leaped over a broader stream and the landing jostled my ass against Teken’s bulging groin. He groaned as though I had punched him in the gut, and his lower hands started to caress me through my clothes.
“Teken?” I asked anxiously, looking back at him over my shoulder.
His eyes were dilating again.
I stared into them, at that hazy look of mixed lust and growing concern, and I started to worry.Oh shit. It’s happening again, and this time, we don’t have a safe hideout.
“Ella,” he groaned, and I tried to ignore the answering tingle in my cunt from his desperate tone. He managed a few understandable words in English. “Must stop…”
I reached back and gave his package a gentle squeeze and pat, nodding.Poor guy. I need to figure out a way to get him off good and hard so we can take off again, or he’s not going to make it much longer.
I couldn’t imagine what this must be like for him—completely obsessed with fucking me, the desire rising in cycles inside him and demanding satisfaction before he could function again.
Is his desperate need to have me a Wulfaen thing? Or does he have a high libido like me?
There was one thing that couldn’t be denied—sex with Teken had been freaking fantastic. It was hands down the best climax I’d ever had, even with a vibrator. So truth be told, I wouldn’t mind going another hot and sweaty round with my sexy alien. But we were on the run, and we didn’t have time to deal with his demanding boner.
The spot where he bit me suddenly tingled. Reaching up, I scratched the skin, which was now completely scabbed over.
I frowned.How could the bite heal so fast? And what is the deal with him biting me? Is it Gladiator foreplay?
I remembered how deeply his teeth had sunk into my flesh.Shit.The shock of pain had been so excruciating that I’d nearly passed out. And then out of nowhere, a quick balm of relief had raced through my veins, almost as if I’d taken a pain reliever.
Most puzzling…Why did I enjoy him marking me in such a primitive way?
Everything about being with Teken was strange and, yes, exciting. He was an alien that shifted into a wolf, and instead of being afraid of his dual sides, I was intrigued and wanted to know everything about him. And then there were the feelings I was starting to develop.
I liked him more than I should, given that our relationship was only temporary. But no matter how hard I tried to keep my emotions in check, I couldn’t, and I sensed he couldn’t either. Our connection was deepening, and we didn’t even speak the same damn language.
When we slowed down, my thoughts snapped back to the present. I heard him panting and groaning as he steered us toward an enormous tree on slightly higher ground. Finally, he halted Brax for a rest right beside two of its thick, overarching roots.
I managed to get down by myself, but I immediately had to stretch my aching back and legs. Between last night’s exercise and this morning’s long ride, I was stiff and sore as hell. But this shit still beat the damn cage by a lot.
Grabbing Brax some jerky from the saddlebags, I then turned to look at Teken, who was leaning against the tree, eyes closed, struggling to catch his breath. Little groans escaped his parted lips as he clutched at the bark with all four hands.
Smiling, I walked over to him, pressing my body up against him familiarly. He opened his eyes and gave me a look of drunken, lusty desperation as his hands reached to stroke over my hair and back.
“Ella,” he mumbled, and then he said a few rolling words in his language that I hadn’t heard before.
I put a hand on his chest and smiled at him reassuringly. “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you.”
His brows drew together in confusion, but I was already reaching for the lacing on the front of his codpiece. His eyes widened and then slid closed as a faint smile replaced the look of agony on his face.
His cock sprang loose as soon as I unlaced his codpiece fully, and he let out a soft grunt of relief. He moaned as I took his silky-skinned, heavily ridged organ between my hands and started exploring every inch of it with my fingertips. I shivered as I touched his hardness. He was long and beautifully thick. He gasped at the teasing, his back arching slightly, and thrust his cock slowly into my hands as I caressed it.
I stroked him gently. “Damn,” I whispered.
He was the epitome of fucking masculine perfection. His engorged, thick manhood stretched taut, almost past his navel. The thick, round crown glistened with a small drop of moisture. His balls were tight with arousal.
My cunt tingled, and my peaks puckered as I craved the salty taste of him. Aggressively, I grabbed his manhood with both hands, feeling the hardness swell. Massaging the smooth, hot column of flesh between my fingers, I slid to my knees, then leaned forward to take the swollen head into my greedy mouth.
He went rigid, his low, rhythmic cries taking on a shocked note. I looked up at him, smiling mischievously around his shaft, and saw him staring down at me in amazement.
What? Don’t alien females suck cock? Well… let me show you a thing or two.
Feathering my tongue over him, swirling the salty pre-come from the tip of his crown, I savored his earthy taste. Cupping his balls, I rolled my fingers over his tight sack. My other hand firmly gripping him, I explored the peaked ridge just under the head of his shaft with my tongue.
