Page 26 of Alien Jeopardy (Mated & Afraid #1)
CHAPTER
TWENTY-FIVE
Ellison
I’m going to die if I don’t get him inside me right away.
I mean, I might die anyway but what a way to go, huh?
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.
He’s real, and he’s looking at me like I’m better than chocolate ice cream.
“That is so good. You are everything,” he says, hoarse. A smile curves my lips because knowing it’s good for him makes it even better for me.
I slide him further in, and we both gasp, leaning our foreheads together, taking a moment to adjust to the sensation. It’s more intimate, more special, than it has any right to be.
Then I feel it—the way his cock is moving, working inside me.
“Oh, oh,” I moan, a second orgasm starting to build. I rock against him, needy, and he does what I’ve asked. He talks me through it, his fingers gripping my hips so tight that it should hurt, but it just feels right.
“Tell me what you need,” he demands. “Tell me what your body wants.”
Wordless, unable to make any coherent noise, I grab his hand and put it between us, then cry out as he pulls it away from where I need it most.
“I don’t want to hurt you, hyrulis,” he says softly, before easily biting his talons off. He spits them to the floor, and it should be gross.
It’s not.
It’s hot.
So hot.
I move against him, chasing the release that’s so close now.
“Show me where,” he says, fingers dipping between my folds. Guiding him carefully, I put his newly shorn fingertips on my clit.
“Gentle,” I hiss out, and it doesn’t take him long to fall into a rhythm that matches what his cock is doing inside me.
It’s too much.
It’s not enough.
I lean forward, pressing my mouth against his, needing him everywhere I can get him. His tongue flicks against mine, and the orgasm plows through me like a freight train.
And a third one is coming right after it, like a little sex caboose.
“Chugga chugga choo choo,” I moan.
“Choo choo?” Rex repeats, sounding dazed. “Is that what you call this?”
“It is now,” I tell him, rolling us so he’s on top. “I need more,” I tell him. “I need it.”
He grins down at me, a devilish light in those orange eyes, and I reach up, grabbing his horns on pure instinct.
“Hyrulis,” he hisses.
Better than choo choo, I guess.
We ride that train (each other, ahem) until the feverish need to have sex has finally waned, and I’m sticky with our mutual release.
When we finally pull apart, my skin isn’t nearly as hot.
Faint light shines through the window coverings. A new day is here, and everything has changed.