Page 9 of Risking Her Heart (Red Planet Fated Mates #9)

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KATARINA

M y head is thundering. Pressure throbs with every beating of my heart. I haven’t even opened my eyes, and it feels like they’re going to explode. I groan and throw my arm over my eyes.

What happened to me? Where am I?

The arm feels too heavy, taking too much effort to lift, and I can’t hold it up. Letting it drop onto my head makes everything hurt worse.

“Treasure?” Zas’tu’s voice is soft and close.

“Uhhh…” I groan.

I try to open my eyes, but the light is too much. It feels like sharp tines stabbing into my brain. My mouth is so dry I can hardly swallow. My tongue is thick and feels like sandpaper. I move my mouth trying to work moisture back into it.

“Relax. Safe,” Zas’tu says.

I feel his body close, pressing against my side. A wave of nausea causes my stomach to painfully clamp onto itself. I retch, barely able to keep it under control. He wraps his arms around, pulling me close until my cheek rests on the welcoming cool scales of his chest. I shift around until I’m comfortably tucked in his lap with my face pressing onto his bare chest.

“Sorry,” I murmur.

“No. No sorry,” he says.

“Hmm,” I murmur not having the strength to argue.

I can’t even open my eyes, how am I supposed to argue with him? My thoughts drift around and away, trying to escape the throbbing pain. He runs his hands over my hair and shoulders in a soothing gesture.

I give myself over to his affection, passing in and out of consciousness. I don’t know how much time passes like this but eventually I feel a little less like crap. Finally, I open my eyes and he’s right there. Close. So close, I could kiss him. Concern is clearly written in the lines of his face.

I force a smile that I’m not feeling. His frown deepens as he brushes my hair to the side. The coolness of his fingertips leaves a trail of relief in their passing. I close my eyes, enjoying the contact.

“Better?” he asks.

I nod slowly, afraid to trigger the headache’s return. The pain and nausea seem to be gone, but I’m exhausted. More tired than I can recall ever feeling in my life. Something gently touches my lips. I crack my eyes open and see him holding the water skin and then I part my poor, chapped lips. The water isn’t chilled. We have no means of doing that, but it doesn’t matter. It tastes and feels amazing. I’ve never enjoyed a sip of anything so much in all my life. It feels as if my body springs to life in response.

I remember in my biology class in school watching a time-lapse vid of a flower growing. I feel like that flower must have. Breaking free of the dirt, stretching towards the sun. I push myself up, wanting more water, but he pulls it away.

“Slow,” he says, stopping me. “Too much… bad.”

He stumbles over the last word clearly looking for the right one. I sigh but give him a small nod to show I do understand. I snuggle in closer. The coolness is so nice. And as I begin to feel better, I’m also very aware of more. Of his bulging muscles. The rock hard abdominal muscles, his pectorals, his tail curling around my backside.

“Thank you,” I whisper.

I’m drifting in some half-awake, half-here, half-horny state. He kisses my forehead. Gentle touches of his lips peppering across the part of me he can reach. The half-horny feeling moves to the forefront of my awareness.

I open my eyes then and lean my head back moving so that his lips can reach mine. Dimly, I feel a tingling in my stomach that is new and different. It’s like a flickering flame that exudes warmth which is slowly spreading across my body.

That is secondary to his mouth. His kiss is tentative, at first, but grows insistent as he feels me responding. The weariness and everything else fades away before the burning need to have him. He is mine and I’m going to take my satisfaction.

I wrap my arms around, pulling myself into him. He smells of something exotic that I can’t put a name to. It has hints of citrus while remaining musky and masculine. Our lips move together. My heart speeds up as I’m consumed by need.

His cock is digging into my back as we groan into our kiss. I break away, gasping for air as I awkwardly shift around. None of the steamy romances I used to read ever sounded the way sex really is, at least not in my experience. In those it was such a smooth transition as they would come together. Life is never that clean and easy.

We fumble around until I’m on my knees in front of him. He keeps reaching for me, but I have my mind set on what I want to do. I untie his pants while he tries to get my shirt off. It hangs up as he tries to pull it over my head.

That leads to another struggle, but we work together to get me free. When it’s done, I am slightly embarrassed. When I look up, he also seems awkward and embarrassed then we both grin rather sheepishly.

I shake my head, tossing my hair. He moves in but I put my hand on his chest stopping him. He looks at my hand then up. I hold up one finger, smiling.

I hook under his arms and pull him up onto his knees then go to work on his pants. They have a simple tie that I undo. They partially drop then his tail curls around, touching my leg and startling me. I jump in surprise. His hands on my shoulders steadies me.

Returning my attention to what I was doing I grab onto the hem of his pants. His cock protrudes beneath the fabric, pointing straight at me in an almost accusatory manner. As if it’s demanding to know ‘why haven’t you pleased me yet?’

Pulling on his pants, a sense of anticipation rises. I’ve heard the rumors. The stories that the girls whisper to one another about the alien cocks. How strange they are. How they fit and more, how they please.

I thought I was ready. I was wrong. So, fucking wrong.

“Oh,” I exhale sharply, eyes widening.

They said it had ridges and I guess I didn’t really know what that meant. My pussy aches with a weird combination of need and what I can only think of as fear. How the hell am I supposed to get that inside of me? Will it fit?

Yet, no matter the swells of concern and even fear, my mouth waters and I’m more than well aware of how wet I am. How horny. I’ve had some big guys before and he’s not that much bigger. It’s not the size that worries me as much as those ridges along the top.

Well, there’s only one way to find out isn’t there?

I free his cock from his pants then lean over and lick the side along the length. He groans, shuddering, and thrusting his hips forward while his tail slaps the ground.

Perfect. I love that reaction. It’s everything I could have asked for and more.

I work around his cock, and he responds in all the ways I could ask. As I explore, the ridges become a focus. They’re not as scary as I thought they would be. They’re cartilage and have some give to them. They’re not hard like I was afraid they would be.

Making my way back to the head of his cock I open wide and slide it into my mouth. The first ridge clicks against my teeth. I strain my jaw to open it wide enough so that the shaft slides in. He groans and grunts.

When he slaps my ass with his tail. It both drives his cock deeper into my mouth and excites me. As his cock shoves forward, he gasps, and I gag. It’s so hot. I reach between my legs and rub my cunt while he fucks my mouth.

The pleasure builds fast and before I know it, we’re both falling over the edge. He fills my throat and mouth, spunk falling out my unaware mouth as the pleasure wracks my body. As awareness returns, I slide his dick out of my mouth.

Looking up to his face he has his eyes closed, his mouth forming an ‘o’, and he weaves as he groans.

I smile. I’m an absolute mess. His load was massive, overflowing my mouth and dripping onto my chin, chest, and some falling onto my discarded shirt.

“Oh,” he grunts when he looks. He turns and moves on his knees to the packs at the side of the tent.

Only now do I realize we’re in a tent. He must have set it up while I was out. He rummages through the pack then spins on one knee and moves back. In his hand is a piece of cloth. As soon as he gets close, he dabs at the mess, shaking his head.

“Sorry, I am,” he says.

“No,” I say, putting my hand on his, stopping him. “Fine. It’s fine.”

“No, no,” he says, shaking his head and moving his hand free to resume cleaning me up.

I recognize what he’s doing so I let him clean me up. He takes his time, making sure not to leave any mess. When he’s done, the rag is filthy but I’m clean and we’re back to awkwardly looking at one another. He smiles and it looks so shy and uncertain that I giggle, shaking my head.

“Uh,” I say, gesturing awkwardly which is when I see the motion at the edge of my peripheral vision.

His cock rises, but it’s a weird jerky motion, then it’s hard, stiff, and ready. I stare in disbelief. I know he’s an alien but the sticky mess he just cleaned is proof I brought him to satisfaction. What the hell?

But as I stare at his cock it becomes clear this isn’t the same cock. It has a different bend to it, the color is a little different, and the head is slightly larger. I look from his cock to his eyes with a questioning look. He looks down, shrugs, and flashes his crooked smile.

“More?” he asks.

The fact that it’s a question, not an expectation, hits me in unexpected ways. Tears well in my eyes but I’m smiling and pulling him in, ready for all of him.