Page 10 of Claimed By her Alien Prince

He didn't need to push me into one of the plush leather seats. I was smart enough to realize time was of the essence and half expected a beam or something to shoot us out of the air as soon as the Gulfstream lifted its nose skyward.

But we made it, and soon we were coasting high up in the sky, away from New York and the massive ship hovering above it. From here, I finally got a good view of the alien ship, and my heart plummeted at the sight.

So far, I had been too busy trying to stay alive to truly contemplate what had taken place. Aliens? I swallowed.

"So the comet wasn't a comet at all, was it?" I asked when the fasten your seatbelt sign blinked off, and Ben swiveled in his chair, facing me.

He shook his head. "No."

"And you knew that?" I accused.

"It will all be explained once we arrive in—"

"Guatemala," I cut him off. "I know."

"Would you like some refreshments?" Iris offered.

I nearly laughed in her face as the surrealism of our situation fully hit me. New York was becoming smaller in the window, as was the alien spaceship thankfully, but even though I couldn't see it any longer, there were still thousands, no millions, of people there, fighting for their lives, while I sat on a plush leather seat, being asked if I would like refreshments.

I didn't laugh though, because one, our situation was dire, and two, this wasn't Iris's fault, she was only doing her job.

"I would like to take a shower," I rose, giving Ben a scathing glare, because he knew what this was all about but refused to divulge anything, and bestowed a small smile on Iris.

"Of course, Miss Vanderkamp. The shower is all ready for you."

I sensed Ben's smirk on my back as I passed him and walked to the part of the jet that held the bathroom.

Inside a closet, I found the spare clothes I always stowed here, a few ensembles for any high profile occasion as well as a pair of leggings and a sweater, which was what I chose after taking a long, hot shower.

Ben was digging hungrily into a steak dinner and sipping water when I returned. Spread throughout the long cabin were five men and women, also digging into their food.

"Miss Vanderkamp?" Iris approached me as soon as I sat down.

I took a deep inhale. I wasn't hungry, but Iris was only doing her job, I told myself, and ordered a simple sandwich and a coke. I wasn't a big soda drinker, but I figured the sugar and caffeine would revive my tired body and mind.

The hot shower had relaxed my body, but emotionally, I felt as if I had been up for a hundred years. I knew I could have easily closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep.

Which, surprisingly, I did, once I finished my sandwich and the coke, all the while, deliberately avoiding Ben's eyes.

Hands, strong hands, caressed my naked body, and I moaned deeply. Fingers stroked over my breasts, tweaked my already peaked nipples, and I groaned again.

A deep ache spread throughout my pussy as I felt somebody licking it, sucking on my clit.

Wherever the hands touched me, they left behind a hot trail on my flesh, leaving me burning for more. My body rose and fell like sand being caressed by a wave as I craned my head back while an unknown male feasted on my pussy.

"Lilith?"

Nothing had ever felt as delicious as what the man was doing to me.

"Lilith?"

His hands took hold of my shoulder, which should have been physically impossible since he was down there between my legs.

"Lilith!"

In my addled mind, I concluded that had to be dreaming.

But oh God, it felt good when his tongue dove into my secret passage, licked, teased. It felt like nothing I had ever experienced before. I wanted to enjoy it, while at the same time my body craved more, demanded more.

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