Page 10 of Her Alien Soldier (Asterion Station #1)

T he second she’d asked Baris to contact her if a Paraxian appeared, Xarek pulled her out of the bar.

He kept his arm around her waist as he ushered her back to her quarters.

The walk from her workplace to her quarters had never felt so long.

Her heart was pounding, and that deep, fluttery, warm feeling deep in her stomach only increased the closer they got to her quarters.

As soon as they were inside, he pressed her back against the wall beside the door, his body pressed against hers as he stared down at her with a nearly feral look in his eyes.

“Tell me what you need from me, Maggie, and I will make sure you have it.”

Of all the things he could have said to her, nothing else could have made her want him more.

“I need you to touch me, anywhere you want. I need you to tell me what to do… I need to know you’re as insanely needy for me as I am for you right now,” she whispered, and she had to tear her gaze away from his, afraid he’d see the things she most wanted to hide from him.

He tilted her head back up, making her meet his gaze again.

“There is no hiding from me, Maggie. I want you bare, exposed in every single way,” he said in a low, dangerous voice. “I want all of you. And I will have it. Understood?”

She nodded, fighting back a whimper.

“I need the words, Maggie.”

“You’ll have all of me, Xarek,” she said, hearing the shakiness in her own voice.

“Good girl,” he murmured, and backed up just enough to start slowly unbuttoning her top.

His knuckles brushed her breasts as he did so, and by the time he got to the last button, she felt like she was about to fall apart.

He rested his hand around her throat, leaning in and claiming her mouth, his warm, firm lips coaxing needy sighs and whimpers from her as he gently squeezed her throat.

Not enough to hurt or make her feel unsafe, but enough to remind her very clearly yet again who was in control.

She lost track of time, of thought, of anything other than his lips on hers, his body trapping her against the wall as he worshiped her mouth more thoroughly than anyone ever had. Not like kissing was just a warm up to what he really wanted, but like kissing her was everything he wanted.

She rested her hands on his hips, then let them travel up his muscular back, along his sides, just relishing the feel of his warm, powerful body, the sound of him softly groaning at her touch as they kissed.

He finished unbuttoning her top, and she nearly fell apart at the feel of his big, warm hands on the bare skin of her shoulders.

He caressed her skin as he pushed her top off her shoulders, hands trailing down her arms until her shirt was completely off.

And then his hands were at her belt as he kept up those mind-numbing kisses.

She worked at the fastenings of his shirt, moaning against his mouth once she finally had his shirt open, pressing her hands against the taut, warm flesh of his chest. He pushed her pants down, then finally pulled back, his hands still resting on her hips as they took each other in.

He released a low curse in his native tongue, one that didn’t have a direct English translation, but the sound of it made shivers of pleasure go up her spine as his dark eyes traveled her body.

And he was… everything she’d fantasized about, and more.

Dark purple skin, cut by hard ridges of muscle.

Darker purple nipples that she was nearly desperate to lick, wondering how he’d react.

A trail of dark hair led down into the waistband of his pants, and she licked her lips and reached for him again, undoing his pants and pushing them down, moaning softly as his cock sprang free.

Thick, long, veined, with a lightly textured appearance to the head.

He was fully erect, and she couldn’t help reaching forward and wrapping her hand around his shaft, slowly jerking him, which earned her a deep, satisfied groan.

“Finally,” he growled. “I have wanted your hands on me since the first time I saw you,” he said, groaning again as she moved her hand slowly up his thick shaft, then back down again.

“I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t wondered what it would feel like to touch you,” she said softly.

“Touch all you want,” he said in a low voice, and then his hands were on her shoulders, gently pushing her bra straps down.

Once they were off her shoulders, he reached behind her and undid the clasp holding her pink bra closed.

She felt it slide along her skin, revealing her breasts, and she straightened her arms, letting it fall from her body completely.

He didn’t say a word, just lifted his hands to her breasts, cupping them, gently squeezing them, and she moaned, stroking him faster as he stared at her as if he wanted to devour her.

Xarek continued palming her breasts, leaning in to kiss her again before kissing his way to the side of her neck, drawing a desperate whimper from her.

“I am going to taste every inch of you, Maggie,” he said in a low, rumbling voice.

“Please,” she moaned, and he reached down and gently pulled her hand off of him.

“If you keep touching me, I am not going to last.” He placed her hand on his shoulder, and she took the opportunity to run her hands along his powerful shoulders and arms as he bent in front of her, drawing his towering height down as he kissed his way along her collarbone, then licked and kissed a line down the center of her chest. He was being slow, thorough, and gentle, and it was driving her insane.

“Xarek…” she whined, gripping his shoulders, ready to beg him to just bend her over and fuck her.

The words died on her lips when his mouth clamped around her nipple, his tongue swirling around her aching, sensitive tip as he sucked firmly.

As he sucked, her head fell back against the wall and she arched her back, wanting more.

She felt him pulling her panties from her, and when he switched, worshiping her other breast, she felt his huge, warm hand cupping her pussy.

It had been so damn long, and she felt like she’d never been this worked up and on edge. She desperately ground herself against his hand, and he cupped her more firmly, letting her have that delicious friction.

“Spread your legs, Maggie,” he murmured, and she obeyed, widening her stance. “Good girl,” he said before sucking hard on her nipple, drawing a cry of pleasure from her just as his thick finger slid between her lips, and he groaned as he kissed the underside of her breast. “So wet. So needy.”

“Yes. Please, Xarek,” she whimpered, moving her hands from his shoulders to his hair, gently tangling her fingers into his thick hair, desperate for something to hold onto as he continued rubbing along her slick, heated channel.

“I will never leave you wanting, beautiful one. But I am also going to take my time with you, and you are going to let me.”

She whimpered, then gasped as his finger found her clit.

“That also means giving you as much pleasure as I can while I enjoy you,” he murmured, gently biting the underside of her breast as his fingertip circled her clit.

She cried out, panting, nearly breathless with the overwhelming pleasure of it.

His masculine groans of pleasure and approval only added to the intensity of the moment.

“So slick for me, Maggie,” he murmured, biting the underside of her other breast. Her legs shook and she could barely breathe as his fingers continued to work that magic on her clit. “Oh god… oh god Xarek.”

“Damn right, I want to be your god. Pray to me, Maggie,” he nearly growled, pinching her clit, drawing a loud, desperate cry from her.

And then he was sinking one thick finger inside her, and her mouth fell open, her head falling back against the wall as his digit stretched her so perfectly. She couldn’t help herself from grinding on it, nearly out of her mind with need.

“That’s it, beautiful. Show me how badly you’ve been wanting to ride me,” he murmured, and she started moving her hips more frantically as he thrusted it deep into her.

And then he added a second thick finger, stretching her almost painfully, and she leaned forward, smothering a loud, ragged cry of pleasure against his chest, falling apart for the big, powerful alien as he pounded her wet, needy pussy with his thick fingers.

He thrusted those devilish fingers into her over and over again, drawing out her orgasm until she slumped, breathless and dazed, against him.

She expected him to remove his fingers, and instead, cried out as he withdrew them only to add a third, massaging her. She whimpered.

“I need to prepare you, beautiful. Because I expect you to take all of me.”

She trembled at his words. “Yes, Xarek.”

He spent a few more torturous moments massaging her sensitive aching body before finally releasing her. “On the bed, Maggie. Knees bent, with this beautiful ass in the air. Legs spread so I can see my reward.”

She nodded, whimpering as he lowered his face to hers, stealing a deep, heated kiss before he let her make her way to the sleeping area.

She got onto the bed, in the position he’d demanded, biting her lip.

Her body already ached in ways she’d only ever fantasized about.

She had the feeling she’d be feeling Xarek long after he’d taken his pleasure from her.

A few moments later, she heard his heavy footsteps behind her, felt the mattress shift as he moved behind her. She whimpered, feeling the heat of his big powerful body behind her, the tickle of the hairs on his thighs against the backs of her legs.

“Beautiful. I’ll be picturing you just like this every time I have my hand wrapped around my cock,” he rumbled, and then she felt the tip of his cock rubbing, teasing her slit as she trembled for him.

“Please Xarek,” she whimpered.

“Please what?”

She whined, and he teased her more with his hot, hard cock.

“Beg for it, Maggie,” he demanded, and like everything with him, the thought of resisting didn’t even enter her mind.

“Please fuck me, Xarek. I need it… I need your cock in me,” she begged, her face heating like she was an innocent virgin instead of a 42 year old woman who’d enjoyed more than a fair share of alien cock in her years on the station.

“Say my name again,” he growled.

“Xarek… Xarek please,” she begged, nearly in tears, feeling like she was about to explode with need.

He grunted, and then she felt him pushing against her, breaching her entrance, stretching her slowly around his length as he took her, inch by inch, leaving her mewling, gripping the sheets in desperate pleasure.

And then he was gripping her hips, using those powerful legs to thrust into her over and over again, his grip on her body hard enough to bruise, his grunts and curses of pleasure filling her ears as she cried out for him with each thrust.

“So good…oh Xarek it’s so good…” she moaned, and in response he shifted position, pressing his chest against her back, rutting into her so deep it took her breath away.

All she could do was take it in a dazed, blissful frenzy as he hit her just right.

It was too much, and before long she was screaming into the mattress, shuddering with her release.

She’d just finished, unable to think or form words, when she felt him pull out, then felt warm, slick heat against her ass as he spent himself on her, making her moan, trembling as she felt his seed dripping down her body.

When he was spent, he kissed her shoulder.

“Stay right there, beautiful,” he murmured softly, and then he was moving away as she whimpered in protest. She heard water running, and then a moment later he was back with a warm, wet cloth, washing himself off of her boy, kissing her shoulders, her upper arms as he took care of her.

Once she was clean, he left and came back again with another cloth, this time pressing it between her legs.

She moaned at the soothing heat on her aching slit, and he gently lifted her, placing her on her back, then setting the warm cloth back over her aching body before climbing into bed beside her, holding her close.

“You are amazing, Maggie. I could spend eternity between your legs and it still wouldn’t be enough time,” he murmured, kissing the top of her head as he held her. “But, I also want you on my lap. And sitting next to me. And lying next to me, just like this,” he went on.

She smiled, turning her head to nuzzle his broad chest, in bliss after the orgasms and care he’d given her. “You might break me if you spent eternity between my thighs,” she joked, and he laughed.

“Never that, beautiful,” he murmured, holding her close, a low hum of satisfaction rumbling from him as she snuggled against his big, warm body.

*Can you stay?” Maggie asked.

There was only the barest of hesitations before he replied. “I am not going anywhere.” It was the last thing she heard before she drifted off into the best sleep she could remember having in a very long time.