Page 28 of Guardian’s Destiny (Space Guardian’s Mate #3)

SLOANE

Fuck I knew having sex with him was a mistake. One from which I might never recover. He wrought three earth-shattering orgasms from me. Three! How would any man ever measure up to that again? The worst part was that I already knew I would never allow another man to touch me ever again. One round in bed with him was enough to ruin me forever.

Shit, shit, shit.

"What's wrong?" His perceptiveness to the smallest emotion I allowed to show was nothing short of a miracle. And totally unwanted right now.

"Nothing, this… this was amazing," I confessed.

"I was going for something more, like core-shaking, but I guess I can live with amazing ." He teased.

"Well, core-shaking sounds pretty descriptive to me." I nodded against him.

My eyes fell on his shoulder, and a grin spread over me. "I guess I bit you pretty hard. Sorry about that."

"No, you're not. And it felt good." He contradicted, craning his neck to see the impression of my teeth on his silvery flesh. I hadn't broken skin—thank God for that—but I didn't think it was for lack of trying. His skin was just a lot tougher than humans’. "You can bite into me anytime you like."

I cocked my head.

"Okay, we might have to put a road map on my body. There are certain parts that are off limits for biting." He amended.

I slapped his hard ass, "How about that?"

"You want to bite my ass?" He wiggled his eyebrows, making me laugh.

"Let me think about it." I teased.

"You'll be the death of me," he groaned.

I couldn't help myself. "But what a way to go."

He rolled off me, pulling regrettably out, and rolling me with him, so my head rested on his chest. "Behave."

"Hmm." I didn't agree, but I was too tired to keep our conversation going. A big yawn from me made him gently kiss my forehead.

"You need some sleep, Sloane."

Little did he know that it would take me hours to fall asleep; no matter how tired I was, the moment I closed my eyes, my mind would begin its nightly torture routine. Still, I closed my eyes, knowing that there was just no way around it, only through.

To my utter amazement, no torturous thoughts entered my mind. Instead, it was blissfully black and empty, right before sleep pulled me under, not giving me any time to be surprised before I drifted off…

I wasn't sure what woke me at some point in the middle of the night, but I felt refreshed and energized. My head was still on his chest, and his even breathing told me that he was still asleep. But another part of him, a very hard part, was nudging my thigh. Memories of our sex last night came back and with it the recollection of his cock. His ridged cock. I could still feel him inside me and the friction of its ridges as he glided in and out of me, rubbing me in just the right places. And before that… my eyes rolled back at the memory of the first orgasm he had wrung from me. He had played my clit like a fiddle, like nobody had ever done before.

As if it had a mind of its own, my hand moved down his side, finding the very source of my pleasure. I brushed it only slightly at first, but I became bolder when I felt those ridges again, rubbing against my palm. Hmm. He was already so thick and long, I couldn't grasp around it. Still, I began stroking him up and down until I heard a deep moan from Vraax, which made me intensify my ministrations.

"Sloane," he groaned.

I moved down on him, partly because I wanted to return the favor from last night and partly because my curiosity was getting the better of me. When I came eye to eye—so to speak—with it, I swallowed. How had that thing fitted inside me without splitting me in half? He was huge.

My tongue traced one of the ridges that fascinated me so much, and I realized they were veins, very thick, hard veins.

"Sloane," he groaned again.

My hand still kept up its rhythm while I opened my mouth to see how far I could fit him inside. His entire body jerked when my tongue swirled around his head, making me giddy with the power I had over this massive man. Because laying right between these legs? They were thicker than a trunk. He could have easily squeezed the life out of me.

His muscles flexed, rock hard, and I moved my free hand over them, relishing in the dance of strength underneath his skin. I felt myself becoming wet just from touching and sucking him. That had never happened to me before. Sure, I'd given plenty of blow jobs, but honestly, they had never done anything for me. Not with Vraax, though. My nipples were hardening just by rubbing against him. My clit was already pulsing with need, just like a deep ache in my pussy announcing it wouldn't mind another visit.

"I'm gonna come if you don't stop," Vraax warned, creating a moral dilemma inside me. I did want him to come, but I also wanted him inside me.

I stroked him a few more times but then decided that a woman's needs needed to be taken care of too and straddled him. I held his cock, to impale myself and my eyes rolled back from the moment his head brushed against my entrance. They kept rolling from there. And I saw stars when Vraax cupped both of my breasts, teasing the hell out of my nipples.

Fuck he was good.

I placed my palms on his chest, relishing in the hard plates of his pecs, and began moving up and down on him. His left hand rolled my nipple, while his right… oh fuck, his fingers found my clit and I was about to lose it. Fully. Teasing nearly every single one of my most erogenous zones… he leaned up and took the nipple that felt left out into his mouth, and I shot over the edge. My orgasm tore through me like a tsunami; heat spread through me so fast and hard that I worried I'd pass out.

His cock jerked inside me and I reached behind, when I gripped his balls, it was his turn to lose it.

"Sloane!" He bellowed, his left hand cupped my breast so hard, it was nearly painful, but fuck, it felt good.

Unable to keep myself up, I collapsed forward, right on top of him.

His hands grabbed my hair, pulling it back and my head with it so he could press his lips against mine. I opened my mouth to receive his greedy kiss, nipping at his lower lip. He was still inside me when he rolled us around, so he was on top now. He took one of my legs and… what the hell was he doing? He moved it over his head and suddenly I found myself on my stomach, still impaled by his still hard cock. My entire body trembled in anticipation, and he didn't disappoint. He moved my hips up.

"Such a nice ass," he pressed a kiss first on one cheek, then the other, before he cupped them, making me moan. Then he gripped my hips. "Hold on."

It was a good thing he warned me because that's all I could do for the next few minutes. I held on to the sheets as if my life depended on it while he thrust in and out of me mercilessly. I didn't think I would come again, but I already felt it building up.

Low mewls escaped me as my breasts moved up and down while he kept fucking me from behind with an intensity that soon made me see stars. My grip on the sheets tightened, and I bit into a scrunched up pile to muffle my screams as he wrung another orgasm out of me that left me a trembling mess underneath him. But he still wasn't done. Repeating the acrobatic move from earlier, he swung me around again. I tried to move my hips, I really did, but every muscle of mine was jelly now I could barely lift my head.

"Sloane," he grunted. Sweat trickled down his neck; he looked like a god.

"Sloane," he repeated, again and again, before he bellowed, "MINE!"

That little word was enough to push me over the edge for a third time in the span of an hour. This chauvinistic declaration was so primal, so… male, that I cried his name and knew and accepted that, yes, I was his. I had finally found a man who would hold his own against me. One, I could lose myself to, without losing who I was.