Page 11 of Lorrd: Intergalactic Dating Agency (Vaxxlian Alien Mail Order Brides Book 8)

Wren trembled as Lorrd finished removing her knee-high socks, taking them down one at a time while trailing his fingers slowly, sensually, over her flesh. Her heart skipped a beat. His huge warm hands were stroking her bare legs. She could scarcely believe it.

Heat panged between her thighs, and she felt her panties growing wet as her desire for the handsome alien warrior increased with her every rapid breath.

After he finished removing her clothes, would he expect her to do the same to him? She flushed at the idea of stripping him of his boots, pants, and shirt. Though they were about to mate, and they would belong to one another for life, she couldn’t help feeling shy in front of him.

They’d only known one another for a day.

When she’d fled Harmony, she’d sworn to only marry if she could marry a man of her choosing. She hadn’t anticipated finding herself in an arranged marriage of any kind, but the Vaxxlian Alien Mail Order Brides program was basically like an arranged marriage.

She’d been randomly matched to Lorrd. Only an hour after filling out the VAMOB application, she’d been sent his name and details. It had happened so very fast.

But as she gazed at Lorrd and became lost in his glowing green eyes—his very alien eyes—she began to wonder if fate had anything to do with their being matched.

There was something about him that felt so very right .

Something about him that made her feel safe and provided her with a sense of home . A sense of belonging.

How strange. For the first time in her life, she was starting to feel like she belonged somewhere.

While she hadn’t traveled to New Vaxx yet, she imagined it would feel like home because it was Lorrd’s home.

Maybe they really were meant to be together.

It was a beautiful thought, one that almost brought tears to her eyes.

Lorrd ran his hands up and down her legs, even going as far as her upper thighs.

She quivered in place and couldn’t seem to catch her breath.

The ache in her core kept deepening, and she started to wonder if that ache would ever abate.

She didn’t know how she would manage to sleep tonight otherwise.

It would drive her mad and make her toss and turn until the early hours of morning.

A lusty growl emanated from Lorrd’s throat, and the noise vibrated through her, causing the pulsations in her core to throb harder.

Overcome with need, she whimpered and found herself reaching for him.

She ran her hands over his muscular arms. He gave another growl, then he rose to his feet and peered down at her.

“Stand up, little star, so I’m better able to remove that lovely gown of yours.” His eyes glimmered with longing and affection.

She didn’t think her gown was lovely—it was quite plain, and the fabric was stiff and uncomfortable—but she thought it was incredibly sweet of him to call it lovely. It was one of the many gowns she’d sewn herself.

He offered her a hand, and she accepted his help in standing. He guided her a few steps away from the bed, then he placed his hands on her shoulders and leaned down, until his lips hovered an inch from hers.

“Is it all right if I remove the rest of your clothing, Wren?”

She inhaled a shaky breath. Again, she was touched by his sweetness. He was being so patient with her. Holding his gaze, she nodded. “Yes, Lorrd, you may remove the rest of my clothing.”

As he gathered the bottom layers of her dress, she cast a quick glance around the room and noted that the lights had dimmed at some point since they’d entered his quarters.

It wasn’t fully dark, but she decided it was the perfect amount of light, faint but not too faint.

Just enough to allow them to see one another’s bodies once they got naked, but not so bright that it would make her feel awkward and on display.

She reminded herself that this wasn’t just her first time, but it was Lorrd’s first time as well.

Was he nervous? If he was, he masked it with ease. There was no hesitation in his movements, no flicker of doubt in his eyes—only a calm, steady confidence that made her wonder if anything ever shook him.

He drew her gown over her head, and she lifted her arms as he gently pulled it off her body.

He tossed the garment on a nearby chair and his gaze immediately roved over her body, an appreciative gleam in his eyes.

She still wasn’t fully naked, since she was wearing undergarments, but she’d never been so indecent in front of a man before.

No, this isn’t indecent , she told herself.

He’s my mate, and we’re about to exchange vows .

She didn’t know exactly what those vows would entail, but she would soon find out. Part of her was nervous about the vows, but another part of her was excited about the prospect of promising herself to Lorrd.

“You’re so beautiful, little star.”

She flushed at his compliment. “Thank you.”

He untucked his form-fitting shirt and started pulling it upward. “I think perhaps I should remove some clothing as well. Doesn’t seem very fair for me to strip you naked while I remain fully garbed.”

“O-okay.” As she watched him finish removing his shirt, her mouth went dry. She also forgot how to breathe for a few moments. It wasn’t until the pressure began to build in her chest that she finally exhaled and then drew in a long, much-needed gulp of air.

Though the lights remained dim, Lorrd’s reddish skin still somehow managed to glimmer in what little illumination remained in the room. His shoulders were impressively broad, his muscular chest perfectly formed. His arms were huge and bulging with power.

She noted that while he had plenty of dark hair atop his head, and even a bit of stubble on his face, he didn’t have any hair on his chest or his arms. A Vaxxlian trait, she supposed.

With quiet wonder, she considered the many differences between them, physical and cultural.

They were from separate worlds, yet they were about to join their lives together.

This massive, handsome otherworldly male was about to claim her as his mate.

For all time. Her pulse skittered and she couldn’t stop flushing.

Holding her gaze—and not blinking—he reached for the front of his pants. She glanced down at his feet and noticed he’d taken his boots off at some point. He must’ve slipped them off earlier, perhaps just before he’d removed her stockings.

She trembled in place as she watched him open the fastening of his pants, though she wasn’t shaking from fear.

It was desire that was quaking through her, the fervent need to be intimate with the striking, muscle-bound alien male whose glowing green gaze seemed to penetrate to the very depths of her soul.

She felt like he was seeing her . The real her.

The Wren that no one else had ever cared to see.

The girl who had never quite belonged anywhere.

Until now.

“I feel I must warn you, little star.”

“Warn me about what?”

His eyes flashed with heat. “Unlike you, I am not wearing any undergarments.”

He proceeded to push his pants down, and his huge, rigid manhood immediately jutted out. Wren couldn’t restrain a gasp. She also couldn’t help but take a step back.

He was intimidatingly large.

She couldn’t stop staring. She’d never seen a man unclothed before, but Lorrd wasn’t just any man—he was a seven-foot tall Vaxxlian warrior. A very, very well-endowed one.

He kicked his pants aside, then nodded at her panties and bra. “Would you like help removing those, my sweet mate?”

“No, I think I can manage.” But she couldn’t quite manage because her hands were trembling too hard.

Lorrd stepped closer, and she glimpsed a drop of pearly white essence on the bulbous tip of his shaft. For one brief moment, she considered reaching for his manhood and gripping it in her hand, but she wasn’t quite brave enough, so she let her hands fall to her sides and shot him a pleading look.

“I’ll help you, little star.” His eyes gleamed with warmth, and he reached around her to work open the clasp of her bra.

“Ah, I found the clasp.” A smile played across his lips.

“I must confess something to you—I read a guide about human females that was provided to me by Vaxxlian Alien Mail Order Brides. Among many other helpful details, the guide described Earth women’s undergarments and offered tips on how bras are usually removed. ”

“A guide? Really?” Wren chuckled. “What other kind of information did this guide contain?”

He succeeded in removing her bra, and he tossed it toward her dress. Wren fought a wave of self-consciousness when his gaze drifted to her bosom. His eyes brimmed with desire, and his nostrils flared as he took a deep inhale. A low growl rumbled from his chest.

“The guide described the area between your thighs,” he said in a deep, gravelly voice. “It mentioned a sensitive little bud called a clit, and it provided tips on how to best pleasure a human female and bring her to a climax, otherwise known as an orgasm or a release.”

“A clit? A climax?” Wren felt her face grow hot, and she suddenly felt woefully unprepared to join Lorrd in bed. She knew his massive shaft needed to go inside her, but that’s about all she knew.

He slowly reached down, and he placed a hand in front of her crotch, though he was barely touching her there.

It was the lightest caress over the thin fabric of her panties.

She gasped at the euphoric sensation that swept through her, a rapid shiver of pleasure that caused her nipples to tighten and her breath to falter.

Then she heard the shredding of fabric, and it took her a few seconds to realize that he’d just ripped her panties off. She gasped and watched as he tossed the remnants of the undergarment to the floor, his eyes dancing with a hint of playfulness.

“I will replicate new panties for you,” he said. “As many pairs as you wish. In whatever colors you desire. The same goes for bras, dresses, and any other attire.”

“You have a materials replicator?” she asked, grateful that she’d at least heard of food and materials replicators.

“Yes, there’s one aboard my ship, and there’s one in my home on New Vaxx. Our home .” The warmth filling his eyes nearly made her swoon.

Our home . She liked the sound of that.

“I can’t wait to see it in action,” she said. “I’ve always wanted to watch a materials replicator as it works.”

“There’s a food replicator on my ship and one in our home on New Vaxx as well.

” He cupped her face. “I promise you this, little star—you will never want for anything. I vow to provide for you, and I’m not just talking about shelter and basic necessities.

I want to drape you in fine silks and jewels.

I want to take you on extravagant vacations to distant worlds and outposts. ”

Her knees went weak, and she struggled to form a response.

“I appreciate your thoughtfulness, Lorrd,” she eventually said, “but I don’t require a lot of material things. If I’m being honest, what I appreciate most is… freedom.”

His eyes flickered with understanding. “I will strive to give you the freedom you desire, Wren, while also keeping you safe. I don’t plan to keep you locked up in our house in Starzzia.

You will be free to wander through the main city, free to work or open your own business if you would like—though that is certainly not a requirement—and free to spend time with other human females. I want you to be happy.”

I want you to be happy.

Those final words of his filled her with hope anew.

“I want you to be happy too, Lorrd,” she found herself saying, and it was the truth.

Not for the first time, she prayed they would find happiness together .

Emotion flashed in the sexy warrior’s gaze, and a smile tugged at his sensual lips. Would he kiss her again? Would he keep stroking her hair?

What would happen next ? Her heart pounded faster, and the quaking between her thighs increased.

With that calm, steady confidence she was coming to adore, he guided her toward the bed, then lifted her and deposited her in the center of the huge mattress.

“Lie back on the pillows, little star, and spread your legs.”