Page 52 of Border Control

“Dom, I need you,”I hear and feel at the same time, her words radiating along the golden rays of her aura.

‘I’m here,’I send back in a private band, focusing purely on her.

Her aura slides around my shoulders, caressing my throat, wrapping around my neck. I close my eyes and give myself to her, riding Law-rah's pleasure with her as if she were my Apex.

It breaks over both of us and an explosion rips through my loins, my cock pumping again and again and again and mycrinisswelling until my carapace feels like it's about to burst apart.

Law-rah's legs tremble, her back arching as her breathing turns into soft moans, gloriously gold. Her essence flows around my fingers, the gold blazing into white.

I hold onto her physically and mentally as she slowly comes back into her body, the shine settling back into her skin. Two strands still wrap around my wrists, as if binding me to her, before they too fade.

And all I can think about is how beautiful she looks, flushed, pulsing, panting, golden hair spread out around her and legs glistening with her release. I did that to her. Me.

FOURTEEN

LAURA

Post-orgasm bliss isits own kind of space. Not floating exactly, but breathing, heart still pounding, the world reasserting itself slowly. A connection with Dom resonates inside me, far beyond skin to skin.

It seems he came too, judging by the stain on the front of his pants. He must have exploded through the shield around his cock and nest of tentacles, and the idea sends a triumphant thrill through me.

“I haven’t had someone come just by watching me get off,” I tell him.

“That was… you are… beautiful,” he chokes out.

My heart melts. He’s a romantic type for sure. It's a shame I picked him out in a way, because I won’t be able to give him all the closeness and intimacy he deserves from me beyond baring our kinks.

It’s time to reinstate my boundaries, but a wave of tiredness slams into me, the overdue bill for burning both ends of the candle. “Let’s get you cleaned up, then sleep. We’ve had a long night, and I know I’m tired.”

He scoops me up in his arms. “Where are your sleeping quarters?” he asks.

Definitely a romantic. I won’t deny it feels nice to snuggle next to his massive chest, heart beating rapidly. Didn’t I hear from Ellen they have multiple hearts? It would certainly explain the thundering against my cheek, a drumbeat all of its own.

Dom pulls me close and walks to my room as if he knows his way round. No partner has ever set foot here, it's far too personal, but they'd probably recognize my orderly style: the floor is immaculate, my bedside table has my tablet so I can review my schedule for tomorrow before dropping off to sleep, and the pastel purple sheets on my king sized bed are folded down with a crisp edge. Although he's a massive lilac alien, he fits quite nicely in here, and just as I have the thought, his scales pale, getting brighter until he matches the shade of my sheets exactly.

Like he belongs.

He places me gently in the center of the bed, as if I might break if he moves too fast. I kind of want him to lie next to me, warm and real, but he quickly turns to face the other way and sinks to the floor, his back to me. “I'll be on guard here so you can rest fully.”

It’s as if he knows I’m a light sleeper, but nearly falling asleep in his arms felt so, so good. I haven’t ever felt so… safe.

Is that what being loved feels like?

He gets up and heads to the bathroom. Splashes from the ensuite as he cleans off the alien jizz start to lull me to sleep, but not quite. As soon as he comes out, my heart soars. I try to shake that thought away, but I’m so very tired, and my boundaries seem like flimsy paper walls, only putting up the appearance of a firm barrier.

Before I can re-evaluate, I pat the mattress. “Come lie next to me in the bed. I bet you'll only fit into the super king diagonally, and even then your feet will dangle off the end.”

“I am able to stay more alert here,” he points out, but he doesn’t outright say no.

“You need sleep too. Lay down, Dom.”

“Law-rah.” His voice is pained. Does he really want to, or not?

“Look, let's set everything aside tonight. We're both tired.” And something makes me bold and lower my walls, because I admit, “I… I don't snuggle very often, but… I feel like I need one now.”

The flame from my cheeks could set my fancy sheets ablaze. Why is it so easy to proposition a guy to eat me out, but so hard to ask for a cuddle?

He inches next to me slowly, like I might dart away from him if he makes a sudden move, and lays down. As I thought, his feet dangle off the end, but I didn't anticipate what his weight would do to my memory foam mattress. He very nearly disappears into a divot and rolls me against him as if he has a gravitational pull.