Page 6 of Grumpy Alien Billionaire (Mates of Veritas #2)

CHAPTER 6

LANZ

M y fingers trace the damp fabric. I can feel her heat, her pulse racing against my hand. I pull back just enough to see her face, those wide blue eyes staring up at me like I’m some kind of cosmic anomaly. Maybe I am.

“No one’s ever touched me there before,” she whispers, her voice trembling.

I tilt my head, my golden eyes locking onto hers. “Good. That means I’ll be the first to make it memorable.” My thumb presses against her, slow and deliberate, and she lets out a soft whimper.

“You’re... you’re not... human,” she stammers, her hands gripping the sheets.

“Do you want me to stop?" I ask softly.

Her body shudders under my touch, and she shakes her head.

My fingers hook into the edge of her panties, peeling them down her legs. She doesn’t resist, just watches me with a mix of fear and desire that makes my scales prickle with anticipation.

My lips press against her calf, the softness of her skin a stark contrast to the roughness of my scales. She shudders, her toes curling as I work my way up, each kiss deliberate, each one drawing another quiet moan from her. Her legs tremble under my touch. My tongue flicks out, tasting her, savoring the salt and sweetness of her skin. She’s intoxicating.

“Your body,” I murmur, my voice low and deliberate, “is a work of nature’s finest art. The Precursors themselves could never hope to accomplish such majesty.” My lips graze her inner thigh, and she whimpers, her hips lifting off the bed. My tongue drags along her skin, slow and methodical, and then?—

I bite. Just enough to make her cry out, to leave a mark she’ll remember tomorrow. Her hands fly to my shoulders, gripping tightly, but she doesn’t push me away. Her breathing is ragged now, her chest rising and falling in sharp, shallow bursts.

I pause, my face inches from where she’s most sensitive. I breathe in her scent, rich and heady, and exhale slowly, watching as her body arches off the bed. “You look so perfect here,” I say, my voice rough with desire. “So wet, so ready for me. I could spend hours just tasting you, savoring every little sound you make.”

Taylor’s face flushes crimson, her hands flying to cover it. “I… I can’t…” she stammers, her voice breaking.

I tilt my head, my golden eyes locking onto hers. “Why are you embarrassed, my sweet one?” My fingers trace the inside of her thigh, and she shudders.

“Good girls don’t… good girls don’t…” she whispers, her voice trembling.

I chuckle, low and dark. “Yes, they do. Especially when they’re with me.” My thumb brushes over her clit, and she gasps, her body tensing. “So tell me, Taylor,” I say, my voice dropping to a whisper, “do you want me to make you cum?”

Her eyes meet mine, wide and pleading, and she nods.

Her scent hits me like a drug—sweet, musky, intoxicating. I lower my head, my lips brushing against her clit with a tenderness that surprises even me. My hands are firm as I spread her open, exposing her to me completely. The sight of her, wet and trembling, drives a primal hunger through me. I lean in, my tongue flicking out to taste her outer lips, the flavor of her arousal sharp and heady. I suck lightly, pulling her flesh into my mouth until it slips free with a soft pop.

“Lanz,” she gasps, her voice trembling. “I—I can’t?—”

“You can,” I murmur, my breath hot against her. My tongue plunges into her, long and ridged, exploring every inch of her. I’m relentless, my upper lip brushing against her clit with every thrust. She cries out, her body arching off the bed, but I’m not done. Not even close.

Her hands claw at the sheets, her moans turning into screams as I push her over the edge again and again. I pin her down, my grip firm as I hold her hips steady, my tongue working her with a precision that’s almost cruel in its intensity. Her body convulses under me, her orgasms ripping through her like tidal waves.

When I finally pull back, she’s shaking, her breath coming in ragged gasps. I gather her into my arms, her small frame fitting perfectly against mine. My lips brush against the top of her head, my fingers gently stroking her hair.

“You’re beautiful,” I whisper, my voice softer than I intended. She clings to me like I’m the only thing keeping her afloat, her face buried in my chest.

“I’ve never… I never knew it could feel like that,” she murmurs, her voice muffled against my scales.

I hold her tighter, my chest tightening in a way I’m not used to. This isn’t just another conquest, another way to pass the time. This is... different. Raw. Real. And it terrifies me. But for the first time in my life, I don’t care. I’m not letting go.

Her voice is so soft I almost miss it, a fragile whisper lost in the rustle of the sheets. I lean closer, my scales brushing against her bare skin. “What did you say, my sweet?” I murmur, gently lifting her chin so I can see into those wide, vulnerable eyes of hers.

She hesitates, her gaze flickering away before she speaks. “I said, you must think I’m a low-class woman.”

My brow furrows, the ridges of my scales catching the dim light filtering through the yacht’s windows. “Why would I think that?”

She lets out a shaky breath, her fingers twisting the edge of the blanket. “Because I gave it up on the first date. My body, my virginity…”

The word hits me like a shockwave. Virginity. My golden eyes widen, and for a moment, I’m frozen. Of all the things I expected, this wasn’t it. I’ve seen her blush, her stammering attempts at flirting, but I didn’t think—no, I didn’t know . My voice is softer now, almost reverent. “Taylor…”

She flinches, misreading my tone. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything. I just—I didn’t want you to think less of me.”

“Think less of you?” I nearly laugh, but it’s not humor that fills the sound—it’s disbelief. “Taylor, look at me.” I wait until her eyes meet mine again, her cheeks flushed with shame. “You are magnificent. Every inch of you. And what we just did… that doesn’t make you less. It makes you more. The Precursors—the gods who shaped us—they gave us these bodies, these desires, for a reason. Denying them? That’s not holiness. It’s a waste.”

She blinks, her lips parting as if she’s about to argue, but I don’t let her. My thumb brushes over her lower lip, silencing her before she can speak. “Liking sex doesn’t make you unclean. It doesn’t make you weak or low-class or anything else you’re worried about. It makes you alive. And you, Taylor, are more alive than anyone I’ve ever met.”

I can see the tension in her shoulders easing, the rigid set of her jaw softening. “You really mean that?”

“Every word.” My voice is firm, leaving no room for doubt. “You are a masterpiece, Taylor. And I’m honored that you chose me to share this with.”

For a moment, she just stares at me, her eyes searching mine as if she’s looking for any hint of insincerity. And then, slowly, a smile tugs at the corners of her lips. “You’re not what I expected, Alonzo Ramone.”

I grin, my teeth sharp and gleaming in the low light. “Good. I’d hate to be predictable.”

When I lean in to kiss her, she meets me halfway, her lips eager and unhesitating. Her hands find their way to my shoulders, pulling me closer, and I lose myself in the taste of her, the warmth of her body pressed against mine. She’s not hiding anymore, and neither am I.