Page 18 of Charmed by the Alien Warrior (Spirit Mates of the Laediriian Exiles #2)

Mara

“Thank you for telling me,” I whisper, my thumb tracing a small circle on the back of his hand. “You don’t have to carry that alone. Not anymore.”

His eyes search mine, and for a moment, it feels like the rest of the world fades away. It’s just the two of us, here, in this cold, sterile control room—two broken souls who, for some reason, seem to fit together.

He drops his gaze, his jaw tightening as his voice comes, low and raw. “I didn’t want you to think I couldn’t protect you.” The weight of his shame tugs at something deep inside me, making my chest ache.

I give his hand a squeeze, willing him to look at me. When he does, the breath stutters in my chest at the fear in his eyes. Not fear of the ship or our situation—but fear of my judgement. I’m astonished. This big, strong warrior who has fearlessly jumped into battle and protected me every step of the way is afraid of what I think of him.

“Sorrin,” I say, my voice firm but kind, “you are the bravest warrior I’ve ever seen. I have no doubt you would fight until your last breath to keep me safe.”

And I don’t have any doubt of that. At first, I didn’t understand him. He annoyed me with his confidence. But now I see him for what he truly is—loyal, protective, and honorable. He’d do everything in his power to keep me from being harmed, and that knowledge humbles me.

“But you don’t have to. Not by yourself, at least.” I chuckle self-deprecatingly. “Believe it or not, us humans aren’t completely defenseless.”

A slow grin spreads across his face, melting away the tension. This time, it reaches his eyes, softening the hard gray and igniting the golden flecks in his irises. His gaze turns warm, as if the sunlight hidden within him has finally broken through the clouds.

“I do not doubt that,” he says, his deep voice tinged with laughter. “Humans are far fiercer than I first gave you credit for. And you have your own weapons.”

I arch a brow at him. “Weapons, huh? Like what?”

He grows serious and the smile that was on his face is suddenly gone. The warmth in his eyes grows even more until they look like molten gold. His gaze drops to my lips, and the low simmer of desire that always seems to plague me around him arrows straight down to my center.

“Your ability to captivate,” he murmurs, his voice rough, edged with hunger. “Your kiss. Your taste…”

His words trail off, and I can’t take it anymore. My heart pounds as if it’s trying to break free, and before I can think about it, we’re moving toward each other. The moment our lips meet, it’s like a spark igniting dry kindling. The kiss is wild and unrestrained, his wide mouth pressing against mine with a desperate need that steals my breath.

A moan slips from me as I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. His hands move to my waist, warm and large, grounding me even as the rest of the world spins out of control. When his tongue sweeps into my mouth, I gasp as the rough nubs massage against me and the memory of how that appendage felt against my clit returns to me. My body aches with need, and I can feel the wetness already gathering between my thighs.

The air around us feels charged, and every stroke of his tongue, every nibble of his lips against mine, only serves to fan the flames higher. I’ve never felt anything like this—this raw, untamed connection that exists between us and that sets every nerve ending alight. It’s almost too much, but not enough at the same time.

With a whimper, I move and straddle him, my legs going on either side of his hips and press as close to him as I can get until not a single inch separates us. A shiver runs down my spine as my beaded nipples drag over the thick ridges on his chest. Sorrin’s hips jerk against me and a growl rumbles through him, vibrating against my sensitive flesh and sending a surge of hot desire through my veins.

That’s when I feel it.

Based on the overall large size of Sorrin, I expected his dick to be equally as big, but holy shit, this feels huge. Gargantuan, even. And it feels like there’s something a little extra going on down there. Maybe those nubs also…

That thought is stopped when his remarkable tongue tangles with mine and I don’t care anymore. I don’t care if I’m about to get laid by an alien with an equally alien cock, I just want the raging fire that is spreading through me to be quenched.

I want this crazy, goofy, annoyingly self-assured, strong, loyal, fierce warrior more than I’ve ever wanted anyone or anything in my life. I need him. Now. One thing I’ve learned is that life is never a guarantee. I promised myself I’d stop playing it safe and actually enjoy life. And right now, I can’t think of a better way to enjoy it than showing this amazing warrior exactly how much I want him.

I tear my mouth from his and before either of us can even speak, I reach down to the hem of the supple leather of my shirt and drag it over my head, tossing it aside behind me.

Sorrin’s face is hard with need as his fiery gaze trails over the hot pink bra covering my breasts. One long finger rises to softly trace over the fabric causing goosebumps to rise on my skin. A shiver goes down my spine as he grows bolder, swiping his thumbs over the hardened beads of my nipples visible through the material.

He releases a deep breath. “I wondered what this was for.” His gaze moves up to meet mine. “Now, I see. It is a weapon.”

Well, that wasn’t what I was expecting at all. Leave it to him to make me laugh when we’re about to get down and dirty.

I snort out a laugh of disbelief. “A weapon?”

His eyes twinkle with amusement as he nods his head and says, “Yes, you have slayed me with it. Brought me to my knees with this bright piece of fabric.”

I roll my eyes at him, but I can’t suppress the grin that spreads across my face. “You’re ridiculous,” I say, but there’s warmth in my voice, a teasing lilt. “But how about we do a little less talking, huh?”

Reaching behind my back, I unfasten the hooks on my bra and toss it away.

As soon as my breasts are free, the grin on Sorrin’s face turns into something more predatory, almost wolfish as all his concentration is focused on my chest. If I thought his gaze was heated before, it’s nothing compared to now. The gold in his eyes has expanded until the gray is completely burned up in a blazing inferno.

He reaches up and cups my breasts almost reverently as if he’s handling something precious and rare. Considering all of the Laediriian females died out a long time ago and this is his first time seeing boobs, I guess they are exactly that to him.

His breath puffs out in a long stutter, fanning against my overheated skin.

“My eyes are up here,” I quip teasingly and his gaze jerks up to meet mine, startled at my words.

I don’t know why I’m joking, now. I’ve certainly never been the playful type when it comes to sex, but Sorrin brings out that side in me.

“And they are more beautiful than anything I have ever seen,” he replies, his voice low and filled with awe. “Like twin stars illuminating the darkness.”

He holds my gaze, sincerity ingrained into every word, and in that moment, it feels like we’re connected in a way that transcends the physical. A ball of heat settles in my chest, and for a split second, it unnerves me.

But as he continues to hold my gaze, any uncertainty I feel disintegrates as if it never existed. This planet is like living life on steroids, and you have to take every bit of happiness you can get.

“You know, if we were on Earth, I’d say you’re full of shit, but I actually believe you.”

He shakes his head. “Full of excrement? I am not…”

I huff out a laugh at his confusion. “It doesn’t matter.”

I run my hands down his chest, sliding them along the thick ridges that dot the most vulnerable parts of his body. His skin feels so different than my own—thicker but still somehow as soft as suede.

Which is the perfect description for Sorrin. He’s a hardened warrior capable of battling against enemies with claws that are knife-sharp. At the same time, he’s been nothing but gentle with me.

As I move my hands lower, sweeping along the hard ridges of Sorrin’s abdomen, a shudder wracks his frame and a groan tumbles out of his mouth. The hard bar of his cock presses against my thigh, and I shift restlessly against it, moving until it’s right against my core. I can feel the heat pouring off his cock even through my jeans.

A growl rumbles through his chest, but before I can slide my hands just a little lower and find out exactly what’s underneath the loincloth that has intrigued me so much, he grasps them in one of his like a manacle.

Suddenly my world is upended as Sorrin moves, and I find myself lying flat on my back on the bench. He covers me with his hard body, his grip firm on my hands as he places them above my head, trapping them.

Wrapping my legs around his hips, I rock against him, my core pulsing with each contact.

"Mara," he growls, a warning in his voice as his grip on my hands tightens. "If you keep doing that, I won't be able to control myself."

I grin. "Who said I want you to?"

He stares at me for a moment, his eyes searching mine as if looking for any hint of doubt or uncertainty. But all he finds is the same fierce need that I see reflected in his own gaze.

Sorrin leans down, his breath hot on my neck before his tongue swipes out to tease my skin. “The nightmare isn’t the only dream I’ve had. I’ve dreamed of licking you. Everywhere.” His lips find the tender spot behind my ear making goosebumps rise on my skin. “From the tips of your strange, rounded ears to your tiny toes,” he murmurs.

I shiver as his golden gaze drops to my breasts and somehow my nipples harden even further under his gaze.

“I want to devour these delightful pink nubs on your chest.” A whimper escapes me at his words, but he’s not through. Not by a long shot. “I want to learn your body like I know the land of Laedirissae.”

His words cause a shiver of need to run through me settling in my pussy. I’m wet for him—drenched, really, with my arousal seeping out to coat the tops of my thighs.

I gasp as his mouth trails lower, licking and teasing, past my collarbone before he reaches my breasts. He pauses, his mouth hovering just above the eager nub of a nipple. His warm breath puffs over my hypersensitive skin making me squirm with anticipation.

I arch my back, offering myself up to him in my desperation to feel his mouth on my breasts.I’m so close to begging him to do whatever he wants to me. When I don't think I can stand it any longer, he finally swoops down and sucks my flesh into the warm recesses of his mouth.

The rough texture of his tongue sweeps across the bud, torturing it, and the sensation sends an electric shock through me that goes straight to my clit making me gasp aloud.

I lose myself in a fog of pleasure and desire as he relentlessly torments my breasts, moving back and forth between them, sucking and licking. When the edge of a fang grazes my sensitive flesh, I moan as sparks zing through my veins, heading straight to my throbbing clit.

Then, ever so slowly, he moves lower, his lips nipping and sucking along the way. When Sorrin finally reaches the waistband of my jeans, he pauses before fumbling with the button and zipper.

His brow is furrowed as he struggles to undo the fastening, and I can’t help but chuckle at the look of intense concentration on his face. Sorrin shoots me a look of exaggerated indignation that only makes me laugh harder.

Finally, with a growl of triumph he manages to undo the fastenings of my jeans, shoving them and my loincloth panties down in one swoop leaving me naked. It’s the first time I’ve been completely nude in front of him and I have the urge to cover myself, but I don’t.

My laughter dies quickly when Sorrin lifts his head to stare into my eyes.

They’re as heated as the strange ball of fire in my chest, and his eyes only seem to grow warmer when he growls, “I want to taste you again.” His hand moves to cup my pussy. “It is all I have thought about. I want to taste the sweet nectar of your cunt and make you scream my name.”

Oh God, I want that, too. I whimper as the rumble of his deep voice sends tingles shooting straight to my core.

“Fuck, yes.” I nod vigorously, more than ready for exactly what he’s suggesting.

The wicked grin that spreads across Sorrin’s face makes my breath catch. With a chuckle, he spreads my legs with his powerful forearms and settles between them. The warm puff of his breath lands on the sensitive flesh of my pussy, and I squirm beneath him, my breath panting in and out of me.

My eyes close on a gasp as his wonderfully textured tongue snakes out and swipes up the inside of my thigh. His hands slide up my legs to grasp me on either side of my hips and pull me closer, lifting me slightly and bringing my aching core up to his mouth. His hold on me is firm as if he’s worried I might try to escape. But there’s not a snowball’s chance in hell of that happening.

He pauses, and I can feel the heated caress of his eyes moving over my pussy as if he’s trying to memorize the sight for later. And for a split second, I feel a little self-conscious under his gaze, but then any embarrassment I feel is wiped away as soon as I open my eyes and meet his golden gaze.

“You are amazing. The most beautiful being I have ever encountered.” My eyes widen as Sorrin takes a deep breath in, his nostrils flaring wide as he holds his breath as if he’s savoring every drop of my scent. Then, he releases it in a gust, his warm breath blowing out and fanning over my heated flesh.

Oh shit. That really shouldn’t be as hot as it is, but fucking hell, it is.

“You’re so beautiful here. So pink and delicate,” Sorrin chokes out on a groan, his words making my breath catch in my throat.

My bare pussy is only inches from his face, and I don’t know how much longer I can last without feeling his mouth on me.

He shoots me another wicked grin as if he knows exactly how desperate I am before he ever so slowly lowers his head and places his mouth directly on top of me. His tongue snakes out and slides along my slick flesh from bottom to top. The textured bumps make a sweeping pass over my sensitive clit, and it feels like an electric shock goes through me.

My hips jerks in response, and a yelp slips from between my lips. Oh God, I swear it feels better than last time. Sorrin stops and glances up at me, the expression on his face concerned before it quickly relaxes when I whimper in frustration and shamelessly lift my hips, urging him to continue.

With a growl, he buries his face against my swollen pussy, his tongue circling the hardened nub of my clit. When I let out a rough moan of encouragement, he really goes to town, swirling his textured tongue around the sensitive bit of flesh.

I can feel the stretch of his lips against my skin as he grins in enjoyment, and I realize everything this man does is with happiness. Sorrin hums as if he’s savoring my taste, and the vibrations against my pussy only make my arousal spiral higher. A moan tears from my lips as he sucks my clit between his lips, pulling it into the warmth of his mouth. The edge of a fang brushes gently against it sending a shudder of primal need through me.

The warmth in my chest deepens, transforming into a tingling heat that spreads like wildfire. It surges through my veins, buzzing under my skin with an intensity that leaves me breathless. It’s strange—like liquid fire and electricity all at once.

It’s as if every nerve in my body is waking up for the first time. And I know I should be worried, maybe even afraid. This isn’t normal, but right now, with his mouth driving me to a fast-approaching orgasm, I don’t care. Instead, I let the heat travel through me and surrender to the connection that has existed between us almost since the beginning.

All I care about right now is the orgasm I can feel building up inside me.

I reach down, tunnelling my fingers through the silky strands of Sorrin’s hair as the first tremors of release begin to rush through me. My mouth opens on a shuddering moan as wave after wave of ecstasy crashes over me. Stars flash brightly against my closed lids and for a split second, I wonder if I’ve died.

Death by pussy licking. What a way to go. But Sorrin isn’t through.

I float in a haze of satisfaction as Sorrin continues to lap at my swollen clit. Then, I feel the press of his finger as it slides inside my wet core. My inner walls flutter around the thick digit, trying to hold onto him as he pumps in and out of me. At first, his movements are rough and unpracticed, but he quickly grows bolder, his thumb reaching up to rub against my sensitive clit.

And before I know it the burn of desire is back, threatening to scorch me with its heat. I arch my back, my hips pressing against him, but it’s not enough.

“Sorrin,” I breathe out. “Please. I need more.” I can barely get the words out. I need him inside me. I’ve never felt this kind of hunger before, as if I’ll go out of my mind if he doesn’t fill me with his cock right this second.

He lifts his head, his gaze meeting mine, and there’s a fire in his eyes that mirrors the same one that seems to have taken up residence inside me.

“I’ll give you whatever you need,” he growls. The lower half of his face glistens, and as I watch, his long tongue swipes out to lick up every drop of my arousal.

My eyes go wide and it feels like a fireball of desire bursts into flames inside my chest. With a growl, he rears back and quickly tugs his loincloth off before tossing it aside. My gaze runs over his body, and my eyes go even wider when they finally reach his hips.

Holy shit. It’s even bigger than I imagined.

The monster that is his cock is a thick bar, standing straight up against his firm abdomen. It’s easily twice the size of any man I’ve ever been with, and for a split second, I wonder if he’ll even be able to fit inside me.

It’s a deeper color than his skin, more of a teal than his bright aqua coloring, with a wide flared head as big as a plum. The same nubs that cover his tongue line his erection and thick ridges run along the top and bottom ending in more protective ridges at the base of his cock.

Ridges that will hit my clit just right.

A bead of pearly precum seeps from the flared tip before dripping down the length, and I can’t help but lick my lips at the sight. I want to taste him. I want to feel him inside me, stretching me and filling me up until there’s nothing else but him.

Sorrin follows my gaze, wrapping his large hand around his length with a hiss, before he meets my eyes again. Gone is the brash, self-confident warrior and left in his place is a guy who looks hesitant. And concerned.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” His voice is barely above a whisper as his gaze drops to the juncture of my thighs, and I can feel his muscles trembling with restraint. “You’re so small.”

I almost laugh at the absurdity of someone calling me small, but instead, I cup his cheek. “You won’t hurt me. I’m tougher than I look.” My thumb brushes against his full lower lip, and his tongue peeks out to swipe against it. “Trust me.”

I reach between us and wrap my hand around his cock, giving it a firm squeeze before my hand slides down its length to the base. Sorrin’s eyes widen at my touch before his hips tilt forward, surging through my grasp.

“You’re sure?” His voice is a low growl that makes my pussy clench in anticipation.

“Fuck yeah, I’m sure,” I answer as I spread my legs wider and beckon him closer. “I want you inside me. Now.”

He searches my gaze for a moment before nodding. Then, in the blink of an eye his body settles back on top of me, and his lips seek out my own. His kiss is hot and hard, and the taste of my arousal on him only serves to drive me higher. The heat radiating off him scorches me, and his spicy scent, now stronger than ever, envelops me.

The broad head of his cock nudges at my entrance, and I shift my hips, trying to take him in. Sorrin wrenches his lips from mine and his golden gaze ensnares me as the broad head of his cock slides in, just barely penetrating me. I gasp at the sensation, my body tensing—he’s wide, but not so wide that I can’t handle it.

Sorrin stills, his eyes searching my face. “Are you alright?” he asks. His voice is a strained whisper as if he’s barely holding onto his control.

I take a deep breath. “Yeah.” Reaching up, I cup his cheek and run my fingers along his sharp jawline. “Don’t stop, okay? Just go slow.”

He nods, his eyes never leaving mine as he begins to push forward, inch by precious inch.

My body stretches to accommodate his thick length, and I can feel every bump and ridge against my inner walls as he slides his cock inside me. Jolts of pleasure zing through me. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever experienced, and I want more. So much more.

My breath catches in my throat as I feel him bottom out inside me, his balls pressing against my ass and the thick ridges at the base of his cock hitting my clit in the most delightful way.

Sorrin freezes, his entire body tensing as he looks down at me, his eyes wide with surprise. “Goddesses, you feel amazing.” His voice is a low growl filled with awe. “I never knew…” His eyes flutter closed for a second before snapping open again to lock onto mine.

“Knew what?” I pant, my hands reaching up to clutch at his shoulders.

“Knew that it could feel like this. That I could feel so much, so deeply,” he finishes, his eyes burning into mine.

His eyes are brighter than I’ve ever seen them, almost as if they’re lit from within by a fiery flame. A flame that matches the one burning inside me. I can feel it, growing hotter and more insistent with each beat of my heart.

“More, Sorrin. Give me more,” I whimper, my eyes locked on his. I’m so close to another orgasm that I can feel it approaching, but I need a little more. I arch my back and rock my hips against him, desperate for him to move.

He pulls his hips back, his cock sliding out almost to the tip before he surges back in with a force that wrenches a cry out of me. Sorrin repeats the motion, his hips snapping against mine as he thrusts into me, each stroke of his cock sending waves of pleasure through me that are so intense my toes curl.

I dig my heels into his ass, clutching him against me as my hips rise up to meet him. His breathing grows ragged as he pounds into me and the quiet room fills with the sounds of our flesh slapping against each other.

I can feel the power in his shoulders under my fingertips as he pounds into me hard and fast, the muscles bunching and straining with each thrust. He’s strong, and he’s using that strength to fuck me like I’ve never been fucked before, and I love every second of it.

Each thrust of his hips drives his cock deep inside me, the ridges and bumps along his length scrape against my sensitive walls, hitting pleasurable spots I didn’t even know I had, while the thick ridges at the base of his cock hit my clit with each stroke, sending shocks of pleasure through me. It’s like he was made for me, designed to reach every pleasurable spot until no part of me is left untouched by him.

"Mara," he growls, his voice hoarse with need. "You feel too good. I can't...I can't hold back much longer."

The pleasure has my body tensing, and I know the fiery burn already building inside me is going to explode soon. I can feel it in the tightening of my muscles and the flutter of my inner walls against his cock.

A deep growl rumbles in his chest, and he throws his head back, his hips snapping forward with a force that steals my breath. My legs tremble as pleasure lances through me, and I can feel the heat in my chest spreading, the tingling sensation reaching a fever pitch.

Sorrin's strokes become erratic, his breathing ragged and harsh. Each thrust sends more of the hot tingling in my chest surging through my veins until I feel as if I’m on fire from the inside out.

I can feel the orgasm building, the pressure inside me coiling tighter and tighter with each thrust. A loud moan escapes me as I tilt my head back. My nails dig into his thick skin so deeply that I’m sure they must leave marks, and the thought of marking him fills me with primal satisfaction.

And that’s all it takes to send me over the edge into the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had in my life. The heat that's been building inside me explodes, and I cry out as waves of pleasure crash over me. My body convulses, and I feel like I'm splitting apart at the seams.

I can feel my inner walls convulsing around Sorrin’s length as he continues to thrust into me, drawing my orgasm out.

Above me, he throws his head back and lets out a roar that echoes off the metal walls around us. His hips move faster and his thrusts become wild and uncontrolled before finally, he jerks against me as his cock explodes inside me, filling me with hot spurts of his release.

My orgasm seems to go on forever, milking him for every last drop until we’re both left panting and boneless, our bodies slick with sweat. His weight is a comforting press against me as he collapses before he rolls to his back and pulls me to sprawl across him.

I lay my head on his chest. Beneath me, his heart is pounding so hard and loud that I swear it almost sounds like he has two hearts.

“Mara,” he whispers, his voice husky with satisfaction. “That was…incredible.”

I hum in agreement, too sated to form coherent words.

Sorrin’s arms tighten around me, pulling me closer as his cock softens inside me until finally he pulls out of me. I let out a small, protesting huff of breath, not yet ready for him to leave me.

Sorrin chuckles, his chest rumbling against mine. “Soon, my fierce little human.” He presses a soft kiss to my brow. “We have all the time in the world.”

I let out a contented sigh, my eyes fluttering closed as I drift in the aftermath of the best orgasm I’ve ever had. Damn, now I know why Haley has been walking around with a permanent smile on her face.

Sex with Sorrin is out of this world. I don’t even know how to describe it. It’s like every nerve ending in my body has awakened into a world of heat, and I’m still basking in the surge of feelings roiling through me.

I feel different. Like something inside me has changed, but that’s crazy. Right?