Page 15 of Saved By My Alien Husband

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HAVEN

S he held me like a scared child, her arms around my neck and legs around my waist. Her grip was tight. I held her back, supporting her in my strong arms.

That fucking bastard should never have asked about her parents. He may have held this community together in whatever way he could, but that didn't mean he was in charge anymore. Maybe I should convince my father to diminish his power once we leave the planet. For now, he's the official human representative, but it’s possible someone at the other domes will have better emotional intelligence. We’ll see once we meet them.

“You should probably put me down,” she whispered into my neck, holding tighter despite her statement.

Fuck no, she was staying in my arms. Delphine collapsed from anxiety once we left that office and was barely even aware of it. She needed to be supported right now.

“Says who?” I asked her. She mumbled something about being an adult, about not “moping around like a baby.” Her words were barely a whisper, like she didn’t want me to hear.

She really thought she wasn’t allowed to feel the way she felt. That wouldn’t do. I kept my voice steady. “You are my princess. You can mope as much as you want. Your feelings are valid.”

I could feel her settle against me, something shifting, almost as if she were giving herself permission for the first time.

We made our way through the dome with guards surrounding us, my father’s trusted men creating a protective cocoon. With my arms occupied holding her, the guards helped me feel safe that no one else could get to us.

When we reached the car, they opened the door, and Delphine shifted like she thought I was going to let her go. I held her tighter, slipping my hands beneath her to hold her ass firmly as I sat, bringing her with me.

When she started to wiggle, I held tighter. “Don't you dare leave your throne.” She was exactly where she should be, and I wasn’t letting go.

I positioned her to grind on top of me, guiding her hips. Delphine hesitated at first, then moved on her own. My hardness grew, and I could tell by her frenzied actions that she could feel how affected I was.

She grabbed my chin and pulled my lips to hers, determined. It was my honor to distract her, help her forget the pain, pulling moans from where we tangled on the tight space of our seat. It was my duty to remind her of her place, by my side and in my bed, saving them all.

“Savior Delphine, how lucky am I that you chose me,” I whispered against her neck as I licked and sucked.

“I'll always choose you,” she said, rubbing against me. “God, please, when we get back to your room. Knot me, please, please, please .”

Hearing her demand for all of me left me painfully hard. “Your wish is my command, wife.”

When the car stopped in front of the ship, it took us a minute to disentangle from our panting bodies. I couldn't even tell you which guard drove us, hearing our pants just behind him. I should be embarrassed by it, but my wife needed me.

Running to our room hand in hand, I had to stop in a deserted hall, ravishing her against the smooth wall. When a giggle sounded, we froze. Glancing over my shoulder, some civilians and guards walked together. I remembered then we were close to the lunch room.

“Prince Haven, Princess Delphine,” a familiar voice said. Recognizing her, I leaned slightly away from the wall so Delphine could peek through. I kept my hips firmly against hers. As prince, I could do whatever I wanted, but that didn't mean I should subject everyone around me to see the outline of my cock. That was for my wife. I should try and limit the public displays, despite what just happened in the car.

“Delphine, this is one of our trusted guards, Jalen. If you ever need help and me and Mavel are not around, you can trust her,” I said in Eldrin. Jalen was trustworthy, though a little rebellious compared to our other guards. I knew Delphine would love her.

“I’m glad to meet you,” Delphine replied with a squeak, her face red.

“The pleasure is mine,” Jalen said with an ironic smirk and walked on, directing the rest of the group to follow her. I knew I could trust her.

When they were out of sight, I pulled back. “We should get to our room.” My voice was rough with want.

We ran the rest of the way without stopping. As soon as the door closed behind us, I slammed her back into the wall. My teeth pulled on her lip as she tugged on my pants. “Take this off,” she groaned against me, struggling with the fabric.

With a final kiss, I stepped back to take off my clothes. She stood watching, panting, as I let my monstrous cock free. I raised my brow, staring at her clothes, waiting.

“Right!” she said, recovering herself. She impatiently pulled her jumpsuit zipper down, dropping the generous gift of the temperature-changing garment on the floor, before tumbling into me.

My princess reached for my cock, stroking. “Give this to me.”

“You demanding thing. As princess, I grant you whatever you want.”

“I'm going to try something,” she said, dropping on her knees to plant wet kisses up and down my length.

Groaning, I leaned a hand on the wall beside us. I'd imagined often how we'd kiss, fuck, how I'd lick her in the way she liked, but never once did I dream of her on her knees like this.

With my length and width, she kept me shallow in her hot wet mouth. One hand fondled my knot, mouth bobbing as her hands circled and squeezed the edges.

I gasped her name. “Delphine.”

Seeing her small body on her knees, and lips wrapped around my engorged member, forever changed my brain. I loved her and hated to imagine her with other men when we were apart. Daryl and the others were temporary aids for her, until I could come and take their place, delivering that pleasure to her instead. In my mind, she was always to be worshipped, teased, and pleased.

But her, now, a mess below me? I didn't know she would want to worship me too.

I would not let her finish me off this way, not unless I made her come first.

“Give your body to me, now,” I growled.

She shook her head, refusing, and pushed more of me into her mouth until she sputtered. Her gag was the hottest sound I had ever heard.

My hips moved on their own, unable to resist chasing the pleasure. If she wouldn't listen, I'd make her. Reaching for her, I held her hair, guiding some slow strokes, before pulling her off me.

My princess took a deep breath, spit dripping down her chin.

“Did you want to be a naughty princess today?” I asked, wiping her smooth face.

“I did,” she said. I could tell by her voice she was more than satisfied with how she undid me.

“The problem is, good or bad, princesses come first.” I set my tail between her legs, swiping through her wetness.

She sighed, leaning her head against my thigh as I gently stroked her.

“Get up, princess. More is waiting for you.” I pulled the tip out of her cunt and wrapped the muscled length around her waist, tugging to help her up. “Lay on our marriage bed.”

When she did, I was quick to cover her with my body. Sitting between her legs, my length lay against her. I rubbed myself against her clit as my tail grazed her nipples. She responded in long agonized moans.

“Stop teasing me,” she pleaded. “You know what I want.”

“I do know, princess, but if you recall, you were a bad girl, trying to get me to come before you.” I leaned down, licking up the space between her breasts. “You can wait a little longer, I think.”

“Oh, that's mean,” she said, lifting her hips up as far as the position allowed her.

My naughty, naughty princess. “I'm never mean, but everyone gets what they deserve.”

“I deserve your knot,” she insisted.

“Maybe,” I admitted. “In two minutes.”

She quivered beneath me. “Why two? Why not now?” she whined.

“Because I want you to come with just my tongue first. I won't risk not fitting into my favorite home just because you were impatient. This bad girl is going to get a little treat first, okay?”

I slunk down, licking her center, while my tail abandoned her breast and played with the other hole we haven't approached yet. One day, I planned to insert myself into both.

She cried out in a flush, juices seeping onto my tongue.

“That's more like it,” I said from between her legs, lapping them up and kneading her thighs. When I looked up, I knew my face must be glistening.

“Let me touch you,” she whispered.

With one orgasm down, I got onto the bed and laid beside her. Now that I knew she'd put her mouth on me, I wanted to know what else she would do. “As you wish.”

My princess straddled me, rubbing herself against my flesh. She was so hot and bothered, using my cock like her own personal grinding toy. Staying perfectly still, I let her use me. Her body grew jerky as she ground, faster and faster, until she was shaking and moaning, bringing about her own pleasure while I watched.

It was so attractive, watching my woman get herself off.

As she caught her breath, she positioned herself above me, moving my cock upright. She hissed as she pressed down and my cock invaded her. Her thighs shook with the exertion of her slow descent, trying to make me fit to the end. I helped her along, holding her legs and angling myself, until she was seated with a groan.

I pulled back when she was settled and bit my knuckle, trying to keep from taking over when she had asked for the power. Watching my restraint, she smiled and swiveled her hips, pushing lightly with each swirl until my knot slid into her with a pop.

That was the end of my will-power, hearing that sound as I fully entered her. I pulled her into my embrace. We could barely move, connected like this, but our hips didn't get the memo as they strived for purchase. Our lips connected, loving and treasuring each other.

It wasn't long before I was coming inside her. As we held each other, stuck together by my knot for an hour more, her eyes closed. We rested on and off, mostly quiet, with small murmurs of love throughout.

When our hearts had calmed and sweat dried, I asked, “Do you want them to be here, your parents?” My hands grazed lazily over her back. “If you don't, I can bar them from the ship, even if they change their minds.”

It may not be the right time, but when was it ever to ask about the fate of the people that should have loved you, but didn't? Things were going to move fast now and I wanted to support her however I could, even if it meant their death.

Releasing a breath, she thought through her answer. “If they agree to join us, let them, but I don't want to see them. Their rejection hurts, more than I like to admit to myself, but I don't want them to die.”

That was very big of her. I can't say I would have acted the same. “If my father convinces them, I'll make sure they are on a separate floor. You don't have to see them,” I promised. “They won't be part of our family.”

She nodded against my chest, tears welling. Kissing her head, my heart clenched. The world had been unkind to her, and I'm glad that world wouldn't survive.