Page 21 of Alokar (The Alliance Rescue #2)

Protectiveness flared through me like wildfire. “Has he hurt you?” I would gladly paint the mountainside with his blood if he had dared touch her without welcome.

“Not really,” Hannah sighed, nestling deeper into my embrace as if seeking shelter from the memory. “He’s a few years older than me, and back when I was in high school, he made a pass at me—got kind of handsy. My dad kicked his ass.”

“I like your father more and more,” I said, earning another giggle that seemed to chase away the shadows of her unpleasant memory. “Although a part of me cannot entirely blame Rodney for his feelings.”

“What do you mean?” Her voice carried curiosity rather than offense, and I felt her shift slightly to look up at me.

“I really liked kissing you,” I confessed, the words emerging like a prayer whispered to the stars.

The silence that followed was pregnant with possibility, stretching between us like a bridge waiting to be crossed, weighted with all the things we dared yet to say.

“I liked kissing you, too,” Hannah whispered, her admission floating between us.

We slipped back into silence, but it was a silence punctuated by the rapid beating of both our hearts, the sound seeming to echo in the confined space around us.

Finally, Hannah’s soft sigh broke the stillness. “I know I said no more kissing, but I think I should amend that rule.” Even in the darkness, I could feel the weight of her gaze on me, her eyes searching my face. “No more kissing unless we are in a tent together on a chilly night.”

“You mean?” I was too scared to let myself hope, my voice barely above a whisper.

A faint chuckle escaped her lips, and I felt the gentle pressure of her palm as it traveled slowly up my chest, her fingers tracing along my skin before curving around the back of my neck, pulling me closer.

“Kiss me, Ewok.”

I drew her against me, my hands finding the gentle curve of her waist as I lifted her until our eyes met in the moonlight filtering through the tent walls.

When our lips finally touched, it was like coming home after a lifetime of wandering—a perfect, breathless moment that seemed to suspend time itself.

Her lips parted beneath mine and the kiss deepened naturally, unhurried, as if we had all the time in the world to discover each other.

Her arms wound around my shoulders, and I felt the delicate flutter of her pulse against my chest, matching the rhythm of my own racing heart.

Every sensation felt heightened—the softness of her lips, the way her breath mingled with mine, the way our tongues slid around each other, the quiet sighs that escaped between kisses.

I had dreamed of this moment, imagining what it would feel like to hold her close, to once again taste the sweetness of her kiss, to hear the gentle sounds of contentment she made as she melted into my embrace.

But reality surpassed every fantasy. The way she fit perfectly in my arms, the warmth that radiated between us, the urgency in her touch—it all felt like a beautiful dream I never wanted to wake from.

My hands moved reverently along her sides, memorizing every curve, every soft contour, pausing respectfully as my knuckles grazed the curve of her breast, feeling the quickening of her breath against my neck.

She pulled back slightly, her eyes luminous in the darkness, searching mine with a vulnerability that made my heart ache with tenderness.

With trembling fingers, she slowly unfastened her shirt, letting it slip from her shoulders.

Then, with a shy grace that took my breath away, she lifted the wrapping she referred to as a bra over her head, revealing flawless skin that seemed to glow like moonlight on water, so beautiful it made me dizzy.

“Touch me, Ewok,” Hannah whispered, her voice like silk against the darkness, her breath a warm caress against my ear before she pressed her lips to mine again.

I kissed her deeply as my hands moved with trembling wonder, fingertips tracing the delicate landscape of her skin as if I were reading poetry written in starlight.

Her skin was the softest thing imaginable, her breasts like plump little pillows capped by tender peaks that hardened under my fingertips.

She drew in a breath that was half gasp, half sigh, the sound sending shivers through my soul.

The air between us grew thick with the intoxicating fragrance of her arousal—like wildflowers drenched in honey and spice, mixed with the faintest trace of pine that was uniquely, beautifully Hannah.

My hands settled on the graceful curve of her hips, anchoring myself in this moment that felt too perfect to be real.

When I pulled back to look at her, her eyes were storm clouds, half-closed and dreamy.

My lips found the delicate hollow of her throat, where her pulse danced like butterfly wings, then traced a path of gentle kisses along the elegant line of her collarbone.

Her skin held the sweetness of honey and rain, and each kiss I placed against it was a reverent prayer to the goddess for granting me this moment.

I worshipped at the altar of her breasts, my tongue painting love letters in circles around her hardened nipples until she arched like a flower reaching for sunlight, her fingers weaving through my hair.

“Hannah,” I whispered against her stomach, following the invisible trail of her scent downward. “You smell so delicious. Please. Can I taste you?” My words came out gruff, with a hint of pleading. If there was anything worth begging for in the universe. This was it.

Her answer came in the graceful lifting of her hips, her fingers trembling as they fumbled with the fastenings of her jeans.

The denim fell away, followed by the white cotton scrap of her panties, revealing skin that glowed like burnished gold, the sacred center of her being glistening like dew on the leaves.

I settled between her parted thighs as if approaching a holy shrine, lowering my head to taste paradise itself.

Beneath my palms, her skin quivered, a low, involuntary moan escaping her lips as I continued my exploration, letting my tongue trace over her core, gliding over skin that felt like the softest silk ever woven. Her taste was ambrosia—a divine nectar of sweetness and warmth.

When my tongue encountered a curious, sensitive nub, she jolted, her body responding with a sudden, electric energy.

It felt like a treasure hunt, each discovery leading to new ways to bring her pleasure.

I focused my worship on that tiny nub, letting my tongue dance with the rhythm of her heartbeat as her hips rose to meet me, her thighs embracing me while breathless whispers of my name escaped her lips.

I captured the tiny bud between my lips, swirling my tongue around it while keeping her hips steady with firm hands. She writhed on the makeshift bed, yet her pelvis remained anchored, refusing to break away from my attentions.

“What is this little nub? You seem to enjoy it when I touch you there,” I teased, a grin spreading across my face as I discovered that a gentle flick of my fingers sent as much pleasure through her as my mouth.

“It’s... It’s called a clit,” Hannah gasped, her voice a breathless plea as her hips pressed toward me. “Please, Ewok.”

I dipped my head, letting my tongue flick against her clit, drawing a deep, resonant moan from her as her body arched in response. Her essence flowed like honey, each drop I received with grateful devotion, savoring the taste of her desire like the finest wine.

When I wrapped her clit in my lips and sucked gently, Hannah’s back arched off the sleeping bag. Her cry pierced the night before she slapped her palm against her mouth, eyes wide and glinting in the moonlight.

I paused, my breath hot against her inner thigh. “Are you okay?”

She pressed a trembling finger to my lips, her gaze drifting toward the thin tent wall. “Hank and Rodney,” she whispered, though her eyes sparkled with mischievous delight. “They’ll hear us.”

I snorted with amusement, glancing in the direction of the other tents. “Oh, they thought we were fucking long before now.”

Hannah’s laugh vibrated through her body. She hooked her leg around my waist, pulling me closer. “Then we shouldn’t disappoint them, should we?”

The scent of pine and her arousal filled my nostrils as I returned to her. I let one finger slip into her velvet warmth, then another, feeling her body welcome me, her muscles fluttering around my fingers in the most exquisite sensation.

“I need….” Her words dissolved into a moan as my tongue circled her again.

“Tell me,” I whispered against her skin.

“You,” she gasped. “Inside me.”

Hannah’s fingers wove through my fur, tracing a path of fire down to where my jeans strained against my aching cock. The whisper of my zipper opening seemed to echo through the tent.

My cock sprang free, and Hannah’s breath caught. Her eyes widened, pupils dilating until only a thin ring of gray remained.

“Oh my,” she breathed, her fingertips hovering inches from me, afraid to touch yet desperate to explore.

Despite the fire threatening to consume my very soul, I stilled, watching her face. “I would never hurt you or ask for more than you wish to give.”

Her palm pressed against my cheek, thumb tracing the edge of my jaw. “I know,” she whispered, pulling me toward her. “That’s exactly why I want you.”

I pulled my fingers from within her, bringing them to my lips to savor the nectar of her desire. Her taste was sweet and musky, a flavor so divine I could live off it alone for eternity.

“Ewok,” Hannah murmured, her ankles crossing behind my hips, pulling me closer, offering herself to me completely. The sound of my name on her lips unraveled every thread of restraint I possessed.

My hands found the gentle curve of her hips, fingers trembling with the force of my need as I positioned myself at her entrance.

Every movement I made felt guided by some primal knowledge that seemed to flow through my veins—as if the goddess herself had etched ancient blueprints into my soul, mapping every nerve ending, every secret pathway that would make Hannah’s breath catch and her body arch beneath my touch.

I pressed forward, feeling her silken warmth envelop me, inch by wonderful inch, as I buried myself within her.

She welcomed me with a gasp and in the tattered shards of moonlight that filtered through the tent fabric, I saw her brow furrow.

“Hannah, my sweet, did I hurt you,” I asked, stilling, my muscles trembling from the effort.

“No,” Hannah breathed, her frown abating as a faint smile curved her lips. “You’re just so big... and I feel so full.” She sighed, a sound tinged with pleasure. “I like it.”

I held myself rigid, giving her time to adjust. A few moments later and I felt the upward tilt of her hips. “Ewok... move please.”

Instinct took over, and I moved within her, each thrust drawing me deeper.

She moaned my name again, and I surrendered to my need.

The sensation was beyond anything I had ever imagined—she enveloped me in velvet heat so intense it bordered on divine torture, her inner walls fluttering and gripping me like butterfly wings made of liquid fire.

Each pulse sent waves of pure ecstasy through my entire being, my cock throbbing within her.

The friction was exquisite—the way her body gripped and released me, the wet sounds of our joining mixing with her breathless sighs.

I felt every ridge and fold of her inner walls as they massaged my throbbing cock, drawing me toward a precipice of pleasure so intense it threatened to shatter my very soul.

“Hannah,” I breathed against her throat, feeling her respond to my rhythm with graceful undulations. Her soft moans filled the tent like the sweetest song, each note driving me deeper into her welcoming depths, her slick arousal coating my length with each stroke.

“Ewok!” she screamed my name, her voice breaking into a ragged gasp. Her fingers dug crescents into my shoulders as her body tensed, then shuddered around me in rhythmic waves. As she arched backward, surrendering completely, her eyes fluttered closed.

My release came with a roar as my climax hit with such force I thought I might die from the intensity,my body trembling as waves of pleasure crashed over me, my seed spilling deep within her welcoming heat.

She held me through it all, her fingers clutching my shoulders her body milking me, drawing out every last drop of my seed.

I collapsed onto her, my elbows barely catching enough of my weight to keep from crushing her.

I gathered her close, my softening cock still nestled deep within her as our foreheads rested together.

We shared the same breath, the same heartbeat, the same sense of wonder.

In the faint glow of moonlight illuminating our tent, with pine-scented air caressing our skin, I knew with absolute certainty that this was where I belonged—buried deep within her, in her arms, in her heart, in this sacred space we had created together.

“Holy shit,” Hannah panted, her voice soft with awe and contentment, her body still trembling with aftershocks. “That was incredible.”

“You are the incredible one,” I murmured, rolling onto my back and gathering her close. I glanced down at our bodies—Hannah beautifully naked, me still in my shirt, jeans tangled around my ankles. Yet, somehow, it felt perfectly right.

Hannah nestled against me, her head on my chest, fingers dancing over my stomach.

Each tiny touch sent electric jolts coursing through my skin.

I’d hoped for it, but now I knew, beyond any shadow of a doubt, that Hannah was my mate.

The pull I felt towards her was overwhelming, and after tonight, I knew that even if I had to return to the stars without her, there would never be another for me.

“I thought you said you were inexperienced,” Hannah whispered, her fingers tracing lazy patterns in my fur. “Where did you learn to do that?”

I gently lifted her chin, bringing her gaze to mine. “I just did what felt natural with you, my sweet Hannah.”

My mate.