Page 48 of Invasive Species (Outcasts of Oloria #2)

“Finally, I will… knot you.” He lets out a low breath. “If it will fit.”

“What do you mean? We made it work before. ”

He shakes his head. “I need to come up with alternate arrangements in case?—”

“Or, we can try it. Come here, you.” I pull his head to mine but he gently resists, lips lowering to my neck and collarbone, trailing toward my nipple. It leaps to attention as soon as he nears it, skin puckering.

His tongue flicks across my left nipple, large fingers rolling the right, and I arch my back to deliver my breasts into his hand.

I give myself over to him, my heart beating a slow pound against my ribcage as pleasure lights up my nerves.

His tongue flickers around my nipple, fast, wet, gone again, teasing.

“Gara,” I pant. “What comes first on the list again?”

“You do,” he murmurs against my breast, fingers of his other hand sliding down my stomach. I part my legs for him, and his fingertips stroke the wet curls on my pussy, tantalizingly close to my slit.

His tongue blazes a trail to my other nipple, stoking the fire in my core. Water from the pool gleams on his scales, magnifying the lime and harlequin colors to reflect on my pale skin.

Gara moves down, the warmth from his body covering mine replaced with the cooling breath of a breeze.

But not for long; taking each thigh in his big, gentle hands, he eases my legs wider to admit his bulky shoulders, staring into my depths as he does so.

Gara can look detached while he's studying something, but I see the feverish light in his eyes, see how close he is to losing his iron-willed control.

He glances up at me. “I'm going to administer the first orgasm now,” he says, and sexier words have never been spoken.

“Whatever that means, I'm in,” I reassure him.

He licks his lips, guiding my legs onto his shoulders to rest my heels on his broad back. I can't close my legs; I'm pinned, exposed to him and his hot mouth, open and trembling for whatever he chooses to do with me.

He passes his lips through my wet curls, my red thatch like little strokes of fiery paint against the grassy green of his chin and cheeks, and then he drags his tongue down, across my nub of nerves.

I arch back as heat courses through me, but I can't move far, and he uses the opportunity to seize my ass.

He lifts, further delivering my pussy to his mouth, tongue lashing and swiping and swirling.

I writhe and thrash, edged all too quickly to an orgasm.

This science guy has learned from previous experiments and brings all that to bear for me, never letting up, keeping a heavy pressure on me, suckling and rocking my butt up and down on his hard chin to get me off.

It builds hard and fast like a rocket taking off. Too much, too much, not enough.

I explode in a wave, pleasure jolting through me in muscle spasms from the extreme zero to sixty. Panting, I try to catch my breath. He immediately latches his lips on my clit, but the touch is too much after my orgasm and I try to wriggle away.

His fingers tighten on my hips, holding me in place, lips shining with my release. “I need to do this,” he murmurs, breath warm and wet against my pussy.

“Right. Item two on the list,” I chuckle weakly. I brush my fingers through his hair, the softest of brush bristles, down to his cheek. Darker green speckles his cheeks in a flurry of freckles in my wake.

Like mine.

I put myself at his mercy, letting my thighs relax to give him full access. I already feel better—who wouldn't after a guy gets them to come in thirty seconds?—but it’s deeper than that. A bubble in my chest grows, filled with hot chocolate, sweet and comforting.

His finger slides into my slick heat, the blunt tip probing my walls as he searches deeper and deeper. It feels good, sparking more sopping heat deep inside me, but it's not enough, I want more, I want to be stretched. I lift my hips toward him, and he slides inside a second finger, then a third.

And then he withdraws, inch by torturous inch.

“No,” I groan. “Gara, I need more.”

“You'll get more, love.” He's analyzing me again, watching my every twitch with intense awe, an erotic scientist charting all the new reactions he's sparking in me.

He presses in again, three fingers quickly joined by a fourth, and he starts to open them, pushing and relaxing in pulses. I can't help rising with each beat, searching for more friction, groaning and gasping with pleasure, shouting out in English and in Welsh. “More. Myw. Gara, myw!”

“Come, my love.” Gara's voice shakes. “Come for me.” His thrusts get faster and faster in time with my racing heartbeat, and he fills me so much. Nearly. Close.

I tip over the edge, walls quivering around his fingers. Second orgasm. My alien scientist immediately drops his head to lap at my folds. It's too much, and I screw my fingers in his hair like reining in a galloping horse.

His warm tongue turns soothing, healing, refreshing, sending tingles across my nerves. My shakes ease off, relaxing into his touch.

Gara sits up, unbuckling his pants. “Do not be alarmed,” he says as he tugs his belt open.

“Why would I?—”

Oh. Shit.

His fore cock is achingly erect, heavy scaled head flared, but it’s his knotting cock that has my jaw dropping. The knot has swollen to twice the thickness. His scales stretch over it so much, they’re cracked, green edges mismatched.

I gasp. “Are you okay? What’s happening?”

“I’m well, but I’ll explain once I administer the treatment. ”

Lifting my hand to his chest as firmly as I can, I put on my firmest scowl. I trust Gara with my body, heart and soul, but he’s far too quick to throw himself in harm’s way for me.

He halts, and I scowl at him. “You’d better explain.”

His lips quirk in a smile. “Knotting you will reduce my symptoms as well. May I continue?”

That smile. He’ll get away with anything when he flashes me that look. “Well, when you put it like that?—”

Tilting my jaw up with a finger, Gara captures my lips with his own, crawling up my body, his reassuring weight poised above me.

I open my legs and his fore cock slides inside, flared head gliding into my entrance, the knotting cock gathering against my backside.

The pressure strums through me like a chord, and shrink back against the moss.

My brain fizzes with fireworks going off in all directions.

He thrusts and I gasp. He glances at my face, calculating, and holds my gaze as he eases back, then forward again. The head of his fore cock inches slowly deeper and deeper, pressure building as he works his way inside.

I stop breathing.

His tongue flickers out, tantalizing and taunting. “Relax, Arra-bellah. You are safe with me.”

I am. I’m safe with him in all ways, he even accepts my rocketing brain the way it is.

Taking a shuddering breath, I surrender. Gara groans, eyes closing as he goes even deeper, knotting cock warm against my ass. I guess it can bend and squish while it’s not being used, because Gara doesn’t seem to mind it being bent like a pretzel.

And then the flared ridges of his fore cock pulse, strumming my g spot.

“Fuck! Gara,” I shout, and probably more nonsense along those lines, every nerve on fire. He's set me ablaze, energy coursing through me, atoms firing off like a nuclear reactor to ricochet through me. “Gara! ”

He holds still as I shake to my third climax, then withdraws. I whimper at the loss of the full feeling; it was getting close to what I needed, him inside me, part of me.

He stands and gently lifts me to my knees, and I drag my shaking legs underneath me to hold my own weight. I don't feel sick at all. Instead, I’m needy, floating from all these orgasms, trembling from the sensations shooting across my skin and from my stretched pussy.

But judging from how erect his top cock is, he hasn’t come yet. He has to be in agony, and I'm at just the right height, kneeling at Gara’s feet.

I slide my lips over the head, tasting our mingled salt as I devour his cock.

Gara shouts, fingers combing into my hair as if to get a purchase, and I suck him deeply.

He's so big I can't get him down my throat, but I can try, greedily gulping him, saliva trickling down my jaw.

His hands tremble, and I grin around his width: the unflappable Gara, flapped.

“Arra-bellah,” he groans. “I don't want to stop you, but I have to knot you.”

I hold up a finger to say give me a minute, and he takes my hand. “Arra-bellah, listen to me,” he says sternly, and bugger me if that isn't a new kink unlocked.

I pull my lips off him with a pop. “I could totally take orders from you, lover.”

His eyes flash. “Then take my knot, now,” he growls. “If that's acceptable?”

I hold his shoulders and playfully twist, tipping him to the moss, and he lets himself be guided down, tumbling to his back with an “Oof.” I throw my legs over him and straddle his hips, staring at his thick, monstrous knotting cock.

“You're pliant, wet and prepared,” Gara reminds me gently.

I nod, still a little intimidated. How will that get inside me? “One bit at a time,” I say, guiding myself over the knotting cock’s wide, flared tip.

Gara holds my hips steady, taking my weight to help me ease down, and we both slowly lower me on his knotting cock. The stretching, straining feeling I was looking for hits at last, empowering as I take him one inch at a time at my own pace.

A rumble moves through Gara’s chest, and I grin at him through my sweat-streaked fringe. “I knew you purred.”

“For you, I do,” he replies, heartfelt. His eyes roll back as I grasp his top cock, and I ride him up and down, taking more and more with every rock of my hips and tugging on him in the front.

“Arra-bellah!” he cries out, his free cock engorging in my hand, his fingers digging into my hips. “I…” His scales flash, strobing bright royal blue, hot pink, silver and gold, metallic yellow and an orange as hot as the center of the sun.