Page 18 of Grumpy Alien Boss

CHAPTER 18

DAR

T he black latex hugs every curve of Olivia's body as she slides into the intricate lingerie. My claws dig into the leather armrests of my chair. The sight of her pale skin through the strategic cutouts makes my scales ripple with desire.

"Like what you see?"

Her emerald eyes catch mine in the mirror as she adjusts one of the straps across her breasts. My beautiful, fierce mate knows exactly what she does to me. The way she takes her time, making each movement a sensual dance, proves it.

A century ago, I'd never have believed a human could complete me so perfectly. Now I can't imagine existence without her fire, her passion, her unwavering loyalty. Veritas gained an exceptional agent, but I gained something far more precious - a true partner in every sense.

The thought of our future together makes my chest swell with pride. Centuries of adventures await us. Perhaps even... I picture a child with her spirit and my strength. The possibility thrills me more than I expected.

Olivia strikes a pose, one hand on her hip, latex gleaming in the low light. My breath catches at the sight of her exposed flesh framed by the black straps.

I beckon her closer with one clawed finger. She takes a step.

"No. Crawl to me."

Olivia drops to her knees, the black latex catching the light as she moves. Her green eyes lock with mine, a sly smile playing on her lips as she craws toward me. Each deliberate shift of her body sets my pulse racing.

"That's it, my queen," I growl, my voice low and rough. "Take your time. Make me wait."

She pauses, tilting her head like she’s considering defiance, but then she’s moving again, swaying her hips with every inch she closes between us. The sound of her palms pressing into the floor, the faint creak of the latex, the way her breath hitches as she gets closer—it’s all she needs to say to make my blood burn.

When she’s within reach, I don’t hesitate. My hand snaps out, grabbing her wrist and yanking her into my lap. She gasps, her body landing hard against me. I can feel the heat of her through the latex, the way her heart pounds against her ribs. My claws trail along her thigh, the sharp tips barely grazing her skin.

"You’ve been teasing me all night," I murmur, my free hand landing on her ass with a sharp smack. She yelps, but it’s half-laugh, half-moan. "Think that’s funny, do you?"

Another smack, harder this time. Her breath catches, and she squirms in my lap, her body arching against mine. "Dar," she starts, but I cut her off with another sharp slap.

"Quiet," I command, my voice a low rumble. My palm lands again, the sound echoing in the room. Her skin flushes under the latex, the heat radiating through the material. I can smell her arousal, sweet and intoxicating, and I lean in to press my snout to the side of her neck, inhaling deeply.

"You’re mine," I growl, my voice rough with need. I push her off my lap, guiding her to kneel on the floor instead. She doesn’t resist, her body pliant and eager as I position her. My claws grip the waistband of her lingerie, and with a quick tug, the material tears apart. She gasps, her hands bracing against the floor as I spread her cheeks wide.

I don’t wait. My tongue flicks out, tasting her, and she shivers under the touch. Her scent is overwhelming, sharp and sweet, and I can’t get enough. My prehensile tongue curls and probes, working her until she’s trembling, her breaths coming in shallow gasps.

"Dar," she moans, her voice breaking as I press deeper. Her hands clench into fists against the floor, and I can feel her body tightening, her muscles coiling as I drive her closer to the edge.

"Let go," I command, my voice a low growl against her skin. And she does, her body shuddering as she crashes over the edge, her cry echoing through the room. I don’t stop, not until her legs are shaking, and she’s collapsing forward, spent and gasping.

I pull back, licking my lips, my own need burning hot and heavy. But for now, I’m content to watch her, my queen, my mate, utterly undone by my touch.

“Hands behind your head, Olivia. And spread those legs for me.” My voice leaves no room for negotiation, but she still gives me that smirk, the one that says she’s considering testing me. Her green eyes glint as she hesitates, her fingers twitching like she’s debating defiance.

“Or what?” she fires back, tilting her head, her red hair cascading over her shoulders. The audacity. It’s half the reason I adore her.

“Or I’ll make you,” I growl, leaning in close enough that my breath stirs the fine hairs on her neck. She shivers, but her lips still curve in that infuriating, delicious way. I don’t wait for her to obey. My hands snap to her thighs, strong and unyielding, and I push them apart. She gasps, her body arching as I position her exactly where I want her.

“Brat,” I mutter, grabbing the sleek, remote-controlled vibrator from the table. I run my tongue along its length, the cool silicone humming faintly as I taste her lingering arousal on it. Her eyes widen, but she doesn’t look away. Good. I want her to see every second of this.

I press the vibrator against her slick entrance, the resistance giving way as I slide it inside. Her breath hitches, her hands gripping the edge of the table as she tries to steady herself. I tie the rope quickly, the rough texture contrasting with her soft skin, the knot snug and unyielding. She’s trapped now, completely at my mercy.

“Up,” I command, tossing the fur coat at her. She catches it with shaky hands, her cheeks flushed. “Put it on. No one gets to see what’s mine but me.”

She slips into the coat, the soft fur covering her from knees to neck, but the knowledge of what’s underneath makes my blood simmer. She’s entirely bare beneath it, the vibrator and rope hidden from view. Perfect.

“Walk ahead of me,” I say, pulling on my leather jacket and opening the door. She hesitates for a moment, then steps out into the hallway. I follow a step behind, close enough to catch her if she stumbles but far enough to watch her reactions.

The streets of Manhattan are alive with noise—cars honking, people chatting, the faint hum of the city that never sleeps. Olivia walks with her head high, her stride confident, but I know better. I pull the remote from my pocket and flick the vibrator on low. Her step falters for just a second, a tiny hitch in her rhythm, and I grin.

“Keep walking,” I murmur, my voice low enough that only she can hear. She glances over her shoulder, her eyes narrowing, but she doesn’t stop. I increase the intensity, and this time, she stumbles, her hand gripping the edge of a lamppost as she steadies herself.

“Dar,” she hisses, her voice strained, but I just chuckle, turning the vibration back down.

“You’re doing so well, my queen,” I say, my tone dripping with mock sweetness. “Don’t stop now.”

She huffs, regaining her composure, and continues forward. I let her walk for a few more steps before turning the vibrator up again, watching as she bites her lip, her steps faltering. The way she fights to keep her composure is exquisite—every twitch of her body, every sharp inhale, every furtive glance back at me. She’s mine, and she knows it.

The game’s just beginning.

Her breathing hitches, her pace faltering, and I know she’s close. The scent of her arousal is intoxicating, a heady mix that makes my scales throb. Without warning, I grab her arm and yank her into the shadowed alley. Her startled gasp is silenced as I press her against the brick wall, the fur coat slipping from her shoulders to pool at her feet.

“Dar!” she whispers, her voice trembling with both surprise and want.

“Quiet,” I growl, pulling the Vakutan harness from inside my jacket. The leather gleams faintly in the dim light as I secure the padded collar around her neck. Her wrists are caught in the cuffs before she can protest, locked into place at the small of her back. She’s mine, completely and utterly.

Her eyes widen as I pull the ball gag from my pocket, and she shakes her head. “No, Dar, not here?—”

But I silence her with the gag, securing it firmly behind her head. Her muffled protest turns into a moan as I tear away the latex lingerie, leaving her bare and exposed. The cool air makes her shiver, her nipples hardening instantly.

I turn her around, her back pressed against my chest, and remove the vibrator with a low growl. Her body bucks against me, desperate for more.

“You want it, don’t you?” I whisper, my breath hot against her ear. She nods frantically, her muffled whimpers driving me wild.

I don’t wait. My cock is already rock hard, pulsing with need. I thrust into her in one savage motion, her tight, wet heat enveloping me. She squeals behind the gag, her body arching against mine. I grip her hips, holding her steady as I pound into her, each thrust harder and faster than the last.

Her muffled cries echo in the alley, her body trembling with each movement. A couple of pedestrians glance our way, but the darkness shields us. They move on, oblivious to the raw passion unfolding just feet away.

I feel her clench around me, her body tensing as she reaches her peak. I let go, burying myself deep inside her as we come together in a wave of ecstasy. Her body shudders against mine, her muffled screams of pleasure music to my ears.

When the storm passes, I gently remove the gag, her gasps and moans filling the air. She turns to face me, her green eyes hazy with bliss. I crush her lips with mine, kissing her deeply.

“I love you,” I murmur against her mouth.

She smiles, her voice soft but sure. “I love you, too.”

"Remember that on the walk back to the condo," I growl, my voice rough with satisfaction.

I retrieve the vibrator from where it fell, sliding it back inside her still-quivering body. Her breath catches as I position it just right. The Vakutan harness keeps her arms locked behind her back, the leather collar snug against her throat. I wrap the fur coat around her shoulders, concealing her nakedness from prying eyes.

"Now you will be challenged even more not to come," I say, enjoying how her pupils dilate at my words. "Since I know how much it arouses you to be at my mercy."

Olivia rises on her tiptoes. "Never change, Dar."

I capture her lips with mine, kissing her deep and slow. My tongue claims her mouth as thoroughly as I claimed her body moments ago. She melts against me, surrendering completely. I reach through the coat to pinch her nipple, making her squeal into my mouth.

I break the kiss and land a firm swat on her ass through the fur. "March, little brat."

"Yes, Sir," she replies, her tone dripping with playful sarcasm.

My mate's defiant spirit never fails to stir my blood. Tonight will be a long one, testing both our limits. But I wouldn't have it any other way.