Page 28 of Mates for the Raskarrans #1-6

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Liv

I figured my big alien would be worn out after I blew his mind.

That there would be some snuggling and maybe a bit of kissing and then we’d fall asleep.

But Gregar just looks at me with this gleam in his eyes and I get the feeling the night is a long way from over, and he’s not going to be done with me for a long while.

I shiver at the thought, heat pooling between my legs again, despite the recent incredible orgasm. Somehow, he’s even better in the real world than he is when we’re dreaming. I’ve never come so hard in my life.

Gregar shuffles towards me, lifting me a little so he can put me where he wants me.

On my back in the bed. He spreads my legs wide, drinking me in, his enormous dick growing stiffer by the moment.

That thing is a serious weapon, but I’m confident he knows exactly how to get my body ready to take him.

He also has a strange patch of skin somewhere between the base of his cock and his belly button. It’s the same colour as his skin, but looks a different texture, slightly raised. I have questions, but no means to ask them. But I trust him to make this good for me.

And I need him, my core throbbing with desire.

His slow perusal of my body, touching me only with his gaze, is driving me wild.

I can see all the heat in his eyes, and I want him to set me on fire with it.

Want to feel him losing control as he rides me to his own climax.

Just as he almost did when I was blowing him, his cock thrusting in to my mouth as if he was only just holding himself back.

So fucking hot.

I moan at the memory, squeezing my thighs together against my building need. The thought that I can make Gregar so wild, that it’s me and this body driving him crazy with lust - it’s intoxicating. I feel beautiful and desirable.

And powerful. Like I could ask for anything and he would do it for the chance to spend the evening with his head between my thighs.

It would be so easy to use him, I think. To secure a place of safety and comfort within his tribe, giving him just enough to keep him sweet and needy. If I were a little more selfish, a little more afraid…

But there is power in giving back, too, and I want him to have all of me.

So I spread my legs wide and try to inject all the heat and desire I can into my voice when I look up at him and tell him, “Fuck me.”

Apparently he catches my meaning, for he drops his face back to my core, swiping his tongue through my folds from base to tip.

He grips my hips, holding me firm against his face as he ravages my pussy and clit until I’m writhing and crying out.

Only then does he release me and shift his body over mine, lining his cock up with my entrance, coating himself in my slick before thrusting inside me in one stroke.

I almost come just from that, his cock filling me, rubbing against all my inner walls deliciously as I stretch to take him. Then he moves, seating himself even deeper as he settles over me, and that strange patch of skin brushes over my clit.

It’s like a lightning bolt goes through my nervous system.

My entire body convulses as my orgasm explodes through me, my legs shaking with the force of it.

I cry out, and Gregar slams his mouth over mine, capturing my cries as he kisses me, thrusting his tongue against mine as he grinds his hips into me.

His kiss demands a response, and I’m powerless but to kiss him back, tasting myself on him as I do, my orgasm stretching out longer and longer as he refuses to let my pleasure ebb.

I’m a puddle in the bed by the time he relinquishes his kiss. Sweat matted hair, limp body, and a core still throbbing around his enormous cock. I don’t know where this relentless desire is coming from, but I know I need him to move. So I tell him.

“Move,” I say, and though I mean to be demanding and powerful, it comes out more like I’m begging.

Either way, Gregar is happy to oblige. He draws back and thrusts in to me again, the strength of his movement making my breasts jiggle. I dig my heels into his butt, encouraging him onwards.

He lets loose, pounding in to me, his flesh slapping against mine where our bodies meet.

That rough patch of skin works my sensitive clit until I’m screaming again, and this time the orgasm doesn’t stop - just rolls in to the next one and the next as he keeps fucking me harder and faster.

Just as I’m reaching the point where I don’t think I can take any more, he comes on another roar, spilling himself inside me with a last few juddering thrusts.

Then he collapses against me, propping his weight on his arms as we both breathe hard through the aftershocks of our climaxes.

Every inch of my skin thrums with the pleasure he’s wrung out of me, and I can’t help but press little kisses to his chest, tasting the salty tang of his sweat on my lips.

His head burrows against my neck, his lips curved in a smile that I can feel all the way to my heart.

He slides out of me a moment later, leaving me feeling suddenly empty and a little achy. I’ll be sore tomorrow, I think, unless the magical healing berries do the same number on my pussy that they’ve done on my leg muscles.

A girl can only hope.

Gregar arranges the bedding again, straightening it out where we’ve scrunched it all up.

Then he pulls me to him, nestling me in his arms as he covers us both with another animal fur.

Now he indulges in the snuggling I expected before he fucked my brains out, kissing the back of my neck and holding me tight against him.

He’s so warm and comforting, it’s not long before I’m drifting off.

I don’t know why I expect the dreamspace to be different now we’ve connected in real life, but I did, and I’m surprised to be back in the tent, my hands bound above my head.

Only this time, I’m on my feet, tied to the central tent pole.

I’m back in the strange see-through dress, and Gregar watches me from his spot on the bed with a wicked gleam in his eyes.

“I like how you present yourself for me, linasha,” he says.

I’m about to argue that I have nothing to do with it, I just, well, ‘wake up’ isn’t quite the phrase. Come in to awareness like this. But then this is my dream as much as his, and I’ve controlled it before. I must have some subconscious influence over it.

“You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen, my Liv,” he says, crawling towards me. “You do not know how deep my happiness runs now you have chosen to mate with me.”

“I have some idea,” I say, thinking of the heat in his gaze as he fucked me.

“I know this is a strange land for you,” he says, running a hand from my calf up to my thigh. “But I swear on my tribe that I will give a good life to you, my Liv. My heartspace belongs to you. Your happiness is my own.”

He lifts me so my legs are over his shoulders, his face once again pressed to my core.

“Every night, I will pleasure your body until you fall asleep, and then pleasure you here in the dreamspace.”

He proves himself, licking me until I’m coming again, and I don’t even know how that’s possible, but somehow, he’s able to wring another climax from me.

He stands after, soothing me through the aftershocks with kisses to my neck, caressing my body with his big hands.

I think he’s going to let me down, but then the cheeky sod just steps back, grinning, and flops back into the bed, arms behind his head as he reclines, so he can look up at me.

“I love how you look when you have just been screaming my name,” he says.

Flushed and slightly sweaty? I didn’t know it was a good look, but there’s nothing disingenuous about Gregar and he continues to look up at me, a slightly smug smile on his face as he does.

“I cannot wait to introduce you to the rest of my tribe. To show my brothers how Lina has blessed me with such a fine female. I am definitely the luckiest male in my tribe.”

“If your friend ever finds Ellie, do you think he might argue that with you?”

Gregar laughs, a deep, rumbling laugh so good-natured and contagious, I’m soon smiling.

“I think he would say his linasha is the most beautiful and that he is the luckiest. But you and I know he is wrong about that.”

“I won’t be dragged into a beauty competition with my friend,” I say, voice tart, but I can’t keep it up. I’m grinning before I finish speaking. “We are both gorgeous and you are both lucky.”

“We are,” Gregar agrees, then smirks. “But I am luckier.”

I roll my eyes, but I’m still grinning. He looks so handsome stretched out on the bed, buck naked, every chiselled ab on display.

His tail is mostly pinned beneath him, but the tip of it flicks about languidly, just in case the green-brown skin and fangs weren’t enough of a clue that this man isn’t human.

I consider that the other girls might be a bit shocked that I’ve slept with him. But then I remember Molly watching Shemza with eager eyes and Khadija - Khadija of all people - saying sign me up for a doting alien lover.

Perhaps it won’t be that shocking at all.

I imagine myself out of the bindings and they disappear, my hands mine to move again. I crawl up the bed to Gregar’s side. He grins at me, a blazing heat in his eyes, but I drop down into the bed next to him, careful not to touch him in any overly suggestive way.

Not that I’m opposed to another round. I just need to speak to him first.

“I think I may have made a mistake,” I say, realising only as the words come out how it might sound to him.

But he simply rolls on to his side, taking my hand and linking my fingers through his.

“Tell me about it,” he says. “And we will think together how to fix it.”

I smile, warmth blooming in my stomach at his words.