Page 24 of 80% Beef 20% Cake (Alien Fated Mates #2)

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W ith the permission I’d granted him to claim me echoing in my ears, JayJay’s forest-green eyes swallowed me whole. I sat on his lap, running my finger over the velvet texture of his ear, dismayed that I’d once believed his skin was a blah gray. Iridescent swirls glimmered like oil slicks, and I couldn’t take my eyes off him.

The urge to follow the path of every swirl my trembling hand traced overcame me. I trailed down his sharp jawline, paused on the throbbing pulse in his throat and circled a knobby bone at the base of his neck. Every solid muscle in his huge body leaned into me, straining with need.

He’d removed his chain mail earlier. It pooled against the black volcanic rock wall, and dim light glinted off the copper-colored rings. The river of magma skirting the cave’s main chamber pierced through the black holes of our alcove, and the heavy, humid air fed moisture to the blue moss floor below us, providing a living mattress.

Velvet skin warmed the pads of my fingers. Now and then, they’d catch on one of the many divots and bumps scarring JayJay’s otherwise smooth skin—a testament to the selfless life he’d chosen. A reminder that his blood flowed just as red as mine.

“Ginger?” He shuddered under my touch and closed his eyes. “I can’t…”

My palms ran over his round shoulders, traced triceps as large as hams, and dipped into the defined muscles of his forearms. One hand brushed over the tiny elephant charms, filling the room with their high chime. I half expected my palm to be covered in shimmer, but no, that was one hundred percent JayJay. Though I wouldn’t have minded.

His chest rattled, and the solid thigh muscles I was sitting on tensed even further. His thick coil came to life beneath me and nudged the sensitive crease of my ass. JayJay’s eyes flickered open, and the force of his gaze devoured me until I shifted about, swollen with arousal. What was he waiting for?

“Can’t what?” I smoothed the pad of my thumb between his knuckles. The deep rattle softened to a purr, making my eyelids heavy and turning my head light. I ached deep inside. Desire for his thick length to fill me completely overcame my senses. And it had nothing—zero, zilch, nada—to do with health benefits.

My eyes fixed on the swelling ridge that stretched down one side of his plum-colored pants. That could not be comfortable. I made a mental note to leave a little more slack than usual when I designed his next pair. Or maybe not. He made a pretty picture.

“My luck. I can’t believe my luck.” His hungry eyes ate me up, and all the while, his leather-covered bulge appeared to grow even larger. “Open them,” he rasped, his eyes directing me to the leather closure struggling to hold him.

On an inhale, my shaky fingers jumped to the laces of his pants, fumbling to loosen them. The intensity of this moment threaded with something I couldn’t quite name.

This time was different. This was hot looks, devouring eyes and a voice so deep it vibrated in my heart, like the resonance of a low drum, guiding us along a sacred path.

Free of its bindings, I finally reached in to wrap my hand around his length. Warm in my grip, the iridescent swirls traveled over his coils and circled the deep pewter head. When I released him, the iron-stiffness of his coil bobbed and smacked his stomach. JayJay’s chest heaved, and with what appeared to be borrowed restraint, he stood me up between his legs. With his eyes firmly on me, he scraped his pants down his endless legs until they bunched around his boots.

“Let me.” I dropped to my knees in the soft ocean-colored moss, still caught in the grip of his liquid gaze, and unlaced his enormous boots, lifting his right foot, then the left, and pulling the leather over. His exposed thighs flexed. Huge muscles bulged at my eye level—make that mouth level—and I dipped my tongue into one of the overdeveloped furrows on his thigh to lick hot, shimmery skin. Silvery liquid leaked from his plump head and dripped to the moss below.

JayJay’s long fingers grasped my head, forcing me to stop as my tongue ventured to even more exciting places. His legs shuddered where he sat.

“Undress,” he commanded as he loosened his gentle grip. In the next breath, his fitted tunic swooshed over his head. He stood naked and proud, the elephant charm bracelet wrapped around one wrist his only adornment.

My mouth watered.

I’d seen his beautiful cock a number of times, but never the complete package. He showed not an ounce of vulnerability. The smile on his face grew feral, and my heartbeat responded in a rapid-fire rhythm. Every one of his muscles vibrated with a need so close to the surface that it spilled over.

His huge hands landed under my arms, smearing his cum over my blouse where his cockhead dragged. He radiated heat, and his earthy musk loosened my joints with every inhale.

“Not fast enough,” he grunted. He leaned closer, towering over me, and tore off my blouse. Buttons pinged as they shattered the brittle wall.

Desire ran up my spine. I scooted out of my leggings to save them from the same fate. His gaze darkened to a midnight grove and darted from my pointed nipples, to my eyes, to my clenching fists, stopping at the juncture of my legs.

A loud rattle warned me before he reached around and latched his hands under the soft curve of my ass. I gasped as he heaved me straight up his body. Then, all three fingers shuttled down to my knees. Sparks trailed each scalding spot he touched.

“Hang on,” JayJay whispered into my ear.

A gust of breath turned my bones liquid. I yelped when he spread my legs wide open and, in one smooth movement, lifted me until they were over his shoulders. Fuck, he’s strong.

JayJay groaned into my belly button. He rubbed his smooth head all over my stomach, nuzzling into its softness. “I’ve wanted to taste you for so long.” Then he slid the slope of his nose through the nest of hair guarding my sex. “You have the most beautiful hairs covering your body, but this…” He inhaled, closing his eyes. “This is my favorite spot.”

“Taste me,” I begged, arching my back in permission. A moment later, his warm mouth pressed to my center in the softest kiss, and I dissolved in his strong hold.

I watched JayJay’s wide tongue sweep through my folds and whimpered as he paused to lick his lips, squirming at the loss. Tilting his chin up, his hooded eyes opened just enough to capture me in a drugged gaze.

“Like the honey from a linnea flower…my favorite whiskey…and Ginger…”

JayJay lapped, sucked and grazed his blunt teeth over my swollen clit, all the while purring so loudly the vibration cranked up every nerve ending until everything fell away, and all that remained was us. Fire shot straight to my core as I mindlessly ran my fingers over his scalp and the bumps of his spine. JayJay’s greedy tongue devoured my swollen labia, then flattened and unfurled, laving me from asshole to clit. My legs wobbled like jelly as his tongue pressed the hood free, and he suckled the exposed bundle below.

With my back arched like a contortionist, an orgasm raced up each curved vertebra of my spine. JayJay curled over me with his palm spread across my back, supporting me, hugging me, drawing out my bliss with the fire in his eyes.

“Enough wriggling, little jungle cat.” His hot breath hit my soft belly before he placed a gentle kiss there. “I’ve caught you.”

With the strength of an eight-foot-tall Rock Dweller, he walked us to the bed. I squealed when he flipped me onto my belly. Nose buried in the earth and musk-saturated blankets, I inhaled JayJay’s heady aroma. When another moment passed without his touch, I turned my head. He stood over me, his legs spread wide. One hand wrapped around his girth, squeezing and pumping. His forehead ridge softened, and one leg shuddered.

Why is he holding back?

I turned over, sat up, and traced his ankle with my finger. “King Kong, you won’t hurt me. Now come here and give me what I want.”

His voice grew so rough my ears strained to understand him. “And what is it you want?”

What would make him let go and take me like he needs to?

“Claim me,” I breathed. “Make me your…mate.” The rightness of the words enveloped me. Fresh and clean, it felt like the first warm breeze of spring licked over my slick skin, sending goose bumps over every limb. I’d be the wealthiest woman alive if I had this man for the rest of my life.

When he flipped me back onto my stomach, pinned my wrists and mashed his puffy lips against the back of my neck, the breeze turned to a gale. Where JayJay hovered above me, heat radiated along my limbs, building in my core until it throbbed. Solid knees lodged between mine, nudging my legs farther apart. All the while, silky fluid leaked over my backside. It pooled in the crevice of my ass, mixing with my own wetness. His cock dipped and smeared trails wherever it touched my skin, seeking entry.

I wriggled my hands, still captured in his, in a silent request for release, and seconds later, he let go. My straining hand reached between us, clutching his iron-hard rod, and I tipped my pelvis to guide him in. He sat up then, cupped my ass cheeks with both hands and spread them, tightening the already tight entry. Though I couldn’t see him, the weight of his hot gaze seared me where he steered his steely length in, millimeter by millimeter.

“Ginger. My mate. My partner for life,” he whispered as he entered me.

He’d never doubt my intentions again.

My slick channel stretched to accommodate his size. Every tiny increment he moved forward, he paused and ran his palm down my back, petting me, kneading the sensitive nerves in the curve of my ass. Waves of pleasure rolled through me. Every joint was loose, pliant, waiting, wanting, but it wasn’t until he filled me that he let go.

Hips thrusting in quick bursts, he rocked the ground beneath me like a waterbed. Shallow at first, then the entire length. Each and every ridge spiraled into me, hitting the sensitive patch inside just enough to keep me wanting.

I shouted his name in ecstasy. “JayJay…”

Two enormous hands flipped me to my back, and JayJay surged inside me again. “You’ll return to Yagras with me.” Far from sated, JayJay’s feral grin turned so animal it might swallow me whole.

Is he delirious? I tried to shake sense into my sex-muddled brain. But he leaned forward, still pumping into me, and latched on to my nipple with his teeth, scattering my thoughts.

“My dwelling there is worthy of a female.” He traced the notches on my rib cage with his thumbs, keeping up his dizzying pace.

WTF? I don’t give a rat’s ass about his house.

Sweat slicked our skin. The humidity of the room and the friction between us created a heat so palpable it left me lightheaded. Overheated and gorged on sex, my mind couldn’t string coherent thoughts together.

I moaned soothing sweet nothings into his ear, where I nibbled the soft lobe.

He tapped my sensitive bundle of nerves to the beat of his thrusts. “I will prove to you I’m a male of honor. Everything you wish for will be yours.”

Prove to me? He’s already proven himself to me.

I needed to pluck the right words from my addled brain to stop this crazy train from going off the rails. Worthiness was JayJay’s major hang-up, and that fuckwad Devile had planted this seed. Devile moving in next door had added fertilizer to the mix, turning a few struggling tendrils of doubt into voracious weeds.

“JayJay,” I panted, digging my fingers into the grooves lining his spine. “I choose you.” My hands ran up his back to clutch his shoulders. “The worthiest man I know.”

“I will clear my name. You’ll not be disrespected,” JayJay carried on, oblivious to my words.

None of the Rock Dwellers on Tern disrespect me.

“King Kong, for the love of God, please shut up.” I stretched my mouth over the spot where his collarbone met his neck, then I bit down hard. Hard enough to bruise.

His forehead ridge sank. The feral part of him settled at my bite, and he paused, shaking his head, leaving me needy and wanting. My mouth sought his nipple, and with the flat of my tongue, I lapped at the hard nub. He tasted of salt and musk. My lower belly throbbed.

“You’re enough just the way you are. Please, believe me,” I whimpered.

At my plea, he caged my head with his forearms, his wild grin softening. JayJay’s hips thrust, and with each complete withdrawal, his plump head flattened my clit in an achingly long press, driving me higher and higher. My toes clenched where they pressed against his ass.

The room vibrated with the deep resonance of his purr. One hand caressed the space between my breasts before its steely grip encompassed my hip bone. He tilted my pelvis, lifting my stomach off the bed and working my hips up and down the coils of his shaft. My body melted, so liquid and loose he could maneuver me however he liked at this point.

Everything fit, tailor-made for me. A connection like none before sizzled through me. Euphoric, I closed my eyes. An image of glimmering threads twined around my spine until I felt like I was floating, lifted by their soaring strands. They shot out like pearlescent tree branches, filling my blood with helium until every part of me flew. I’d been bubble-wrapped in JayJay’s essence.

What’s happening to me?

My sweaty palms clutched what I could of his biceps as my legs trembled against his sides. Lost to his own pleasure now, JayJay worked his cock quick and hard.

“Do you feel it, too?” I cried.

“Ginger, it’s happening.” I watched his orgasm take hold. The cords of his neck strained, each one standing out in sharp relief. His skin shimmered, jaw tight. With an inhuman rattle so loud it drowned my subconscious voice, his arms went rigid.

As his cock pulsed in a sated rhythm inside of me, the floating sensation turned molten. Pleasure laced with pain arched through my whole body, stringing it tight. A blazing bolt of energy shot a laser-hot fire around my wrists. I shouted in awe as something new, yet familiar, fused into my very being.

The thrum of JayJay’s heart drummed louder. The intent in his heart was crisp and clear, his deep musk saturated my senses, and the bitter tang of ozone after a lightning strike lingered on my tongue.

Careful not to squish me with his enormous self, JayJay tumbled to the side, his chest heaving as he steadied his breathing. He dragged me on top of him, running a possessive finger over my stinging wrists.

“You’re truly mine now.” A bubble of JayJay’s joy trickled to me, followed by a jerk of relief.

I sank into the sensations, reaching out for more. “It’s like I have a small piece of you inside me.”

“And I, you.” He lifted my wrist to his mouth, brushing his lips over the tender skin. “And I can see what this King Kong you call me is.” He faux-glared.

I gasped. Leaves in metallic rose gold, silver and deep pewter circled my wrists. “But how…?”

JayJay laced our fingers, lining up his similar arm band below mine, only his were a deep charcoal. “The goddess Sola has blessed us.”