Page 14 of Alien Step-Brother

Chapter 9

I didn’t think it was a dream. The longer I sat on the memory, the more I was convinced of it.

Alekkon disrobed me while I slept, pulled off my blanket, shoved up my nightdress, and permitted himself to my body. He could have taken me, slipped inside of me so easily, and used my body for his pleasure.

Every inch of Alek screamed with alluring, commanding power. His stance, his stare, the sensual curve of his lips when he smirked. And his horns and claws made him appear deliciously dangerous.

I was helpless against him, even awake. In my half-asleep state, he could have done whatever he wanted to me—used me as he saw fit.

Stars, the thought alone aroused a delicious heat in my core.

If I were asleep in the same bed as Alek, I’d be defenseless against his imposing, wide body. He might climb over me, force his legs between mine and shove them apart. Then he’d show me what it meant to be in rut and take me over and over.

I fanned my face and squirmed against the growing heat under my skin. Ignoring the growing wetness between my thighs, I dressed for bed. This time I wore a black lace nightgown, barely more than a slip of silk that covered my breasts and ass. No panties, because I had the sense that I’d wind up losing another pair.

Then I glimpsed myself in the bathroom mirror. My face was flushed, and the nightdress didn’t leave much to the imagination. Would it be too much, even after what Alek did?

Second guessing myself, I tugged the complimentary white robe out from the narrow bathroom closet and shrugged it over my shoulders. It wasn’t like Alek would even return to the suite. More so if he truly was avoiding me, and I wouldn’t blame him for it.

If I had any sense, I’d do the same.

I stepped into the suite and the bathroom door whisked shut behind me. At once, I was slammed with the heated pressure of another presence in the room. No matter how spacious the lavish suite was, it wasn’t large enough to hide the roiling, wild waves coming from the indomitable alien leaning on the window glass.

The pale streaks from hyperwarp rippled over the silver angular, attractive planes of his face. His eyes were dark and broody, yet they sparkled in the interstellar light. His jaw was as sharp as a blade and clenched tight enough to fracture his teeth.

A vicious, deep blast of heat shuddered through my body.

Alek heard the door, and I thought he sensed me as viscerally as I did him. A slight tension rolled through his shoulders as he turned to face me. His next breath of air punched through his lips when he gazed at me.

Across the distance, I caught a pale sliver of gold threading through his widening eyes. His sinful lips parted as if he wanted to say something, but the charged silence stretched further. Both of us were trapped there in that brittle moment, teetering on the edge of something great, and maybe a little wicked.

“I didn’t see you today,” I breached first.

“I was busy,” he vented back, then cleared his throat. He took a step forward, hands clasped behind his back as if he needed to restrain them. “But I wanted to apologize—”

I tossed my hand up, silencing his words. “No need. I think I liked it a lot more than I should have.”

The orgasm he gave me at the table and the dreamy vision of himself stroking his cock above my sleeping body. I enjoyed both, and I wanted more.

Something flashed in his eyes too quick for me to notice, but I saw crimson seeping through the gold. His jaw ticked with tension and his brows pinched together.

“Stars, Nova, I—” he cut himself off, casting his eyes to the floor. Panic flicked through his eyes, and his body flexed, preparing for something.

A soft bell rang through the speaker in the room, and it was the only warning I had.

In the next second, the gravity beneath my feet shifted, throwing off my balance. Outside, the hyperwarp lights vanished as the cold, black void of space invaded the windows. Shadows invaded the unlit suite, blanketing me in swift darkness.

Unused to the sudden shift of hyperwarp, my body pitched forward. I stumbled through the pitch-dark room, ready to collapse on the floor. But two familiar, hard and powerful arms snatched me out of the air before I fell.

In the dark, I couldn’t see Alek’s face, but the masculine citrus and woodsy scent of him blasted into my nose. His body warmth penetrated my robe and seeped into my skin, sending my heart skittering along the bottom of my ribcage. A fast, hitched breath rolled across my parted lips.

“You keep catching me when I fall,” I whispered carefully, trying not to break the vulnerable air wavering around us like a cocoon.

Alek pressed his forehead to mine. And it was too intimate, too caring for strangers with nothing more than physical chemistry. A soft, ardent promise breached his lips, so low I almost missed it. “Always.”

A spark of passion zipped through my insides, coiling low in the soaked, quivering folds between my thighs. I tipped my head back, and the distance between our faces almost closed.

“What else am I supposed to do when my clumsy new stepsister keeps tumbling over her own feet?” He bit out, trying to sound harder than he meant, but his fingers dug into my sides where he was holding me as if he didn't want to let go.

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