Page 55 of Alien Jeopardy

My fingers rake at where the band of his pants meets his hips, beyond desperate to finally quell the need for him.

Not once in my life have I felt this insane need to have sex. It’s been riding me from the moment he scraped the tip of his wing down my skin, yes, but I’ve mostly had it under control.

Now, though, in his arms, with the massive proof of his arousal right where I want it?

Yeah. What a way to go, ha!

He helps me pull his pants down because I’m too sweaty and shaky to do much. The logical part of my brain congratulates me on deciding to bang the alien because survival, am I right?

“I’m a survivor,” I scream-sing at him, sweat dripping off the tip of my nose.

He doesn’t seem to even notice the fact I’m as unhinged as a barn door after a cattle stampede, probably because I’ve wrapped my hand around his cock.

It’s moving.

“What the hell is happening?” I ask. Not that it bothers me.

Nope. It looks like a one-way ticket on the G-spot pleasure cruise. I mean, yeah, it’s daunting, but I’m past caring.

Scared and horny, that’s me!

“It skiths for you,” he says. “For your pleasure.”

“Say less!” I cackle. This is gonna be aaaaaamazing!

“You want me to be silent?” he asks, cocking his head.

“Nah, Rex, I want you to talk me through it.” I’m shucking clothes as fast as I can, and he’s watching me with heavy-lidded eyes.

“Talk you through it?” he finally repeats.

“Yeah. Tell me how good it feels, what you like, what to do, you know, talk me through it.”

I can’t remember once in my life that I’ve told a man what to do in bed.

Apparently a mating heat danger bang really brings out the best in me.

“I need you.” He nips at the soft spot underneath my ear, and I hiss out a breath. “You are beautiful. Perfect.”

“Keep talking,” I mutter. “Touch me.”

“These are everything.” He has my breasts in his hands, gaze reverent as he brushes his thumbs against my hard nipples.

That’s all it takes for me to orgasm, but instead of taking the edge off, it just makes it worse.

Whining, I spread my legs, lining up his weird alien dick and then grinding down on it.

A strange choking noise surprises me until I realize it’s coming from my mouth.

“Slowly, hyrulis. Slowly.”

I don’t know what that word means, but I whimper, doing as he instructs.

“So hot, so wet for me.” His teeth graze my neck, and then he latches on a nipple.

I work him in deeper, inch by inch, sweat dripping between my shoulder blades. He feels… incredible.

Like a sex toy made just for me, but better—because he’s real.