Page 54 of Saved By the Alien Hybrid (Hybrids of Yulaira #1)

I’m going to fuck you now.

His ears were ringing as the meaning of her words sank past the shock of hearing them spoken.

“Please,” he begged.

Her eyes darkened. She rose onto her knees and lined him up with the pooling wetness between her thighs.

“Say it again,” she murmured, tickling his jaw with her nose.

“What?” His mind was blank but for desperation.

“Beg. Sounds so good.”

“Please,” he said without hesitation. “Please, Cordelia, fuck me. Please, I—”

She sat down hard on him. They both cried out at the intrusion. He was inside her, at last. At last.

He buried his face in her neck and breathed deep of her, struggling not to prick her with his claws in his eagerness. Even now, buried deep, he couldn’t get close enough to her. Her thighs shook violently as she rolled her hips, working the last bulging inches of him into her channel.

“You’re so tight,” he said in a strangled voice. His hands were at her hips, flexing and relaxing in an anxious rhythm as he fought the impulse to move her over him.

“You like it?” She was teasing him, but he answered her in complete seriousness.

“Yesss,” he hissed, rubbing his cheek over her sweat-dampened skin.

He dragged his tongue up the column of her throat, savoring the flavor of her as she wriggled into a wider stance, digging her toes into the earth for leverage.

When she rolled her hips, his head slumped forward, and his grip on her hips turned desperate.

The pressure, the heat, the knowledge that it was her, he was inside her, he was going to—

“Wait,” he grated, stilling her. “Please.”

I’m going to finish this before it’s even started. The thought filled him with despair. He wanted it to go on forever.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, cupping his face in her hands.

“Nothing. You are perfect.”

She frowned in obvious confusion, stroking him with her thumbs. “Then why are we stopping?”

Heat flooded his face, and he dropped his eyes, unable to meet her gaze. She gave a little chuckle, her pussy tensing around him as she did.

“It’s fine if you finish early,” she said, furthering his mortification. “It’s your first time. I might be a little wounded if you didn’t, honestly. As it is, my ego could use the boost.”

She moved again, slowly, watching his face for any trace of anxiety or discomfort, but he had already forgotten his self-consciousness at the new layer of sensation that friction added.

His eyes danced over her, trying to soak in all of her at once.

The bloom of blush across her breasts. Her tight, rosy nipples begged to be touched.

Her skin reflected the glow of the forest, and his skin, again giving him that strange sense of rightness, as though it were only more evidence that she belonged on Yulaira with him.

Her eyes were heavy-lidded, the pupils blown so wide he couldn’t make out the band of blue around them.

The way she was looking at him made his heart feel heavy; it was both pain and pleasure in equal measure.

I want to keep her.

The thought hurt, so he smothered it, letting his mind be lost to sensation instead of desperation.

Instincts railed at him, but he was not sure which he could trust. He wanted to hold her hips and piston himself up into her.

He wanted to roll and pin her to the ground and pound his hips against hers.

He wanted to sink tooth and claw into her and hold her still while she took everything he had to give.

All his muscles tensed at that. He horrified himself. She was too fragile; he could never…

She grabbed his chin, dragging his gaze up to meet hers. “Where are you right now?”

He blinked. “I am here with you.”

“Are you?”

The pace of her hips slowed. Her fingers sank into his hair, craning his head back, baring his throat in an act of submission that he struggled not to challenge. She nipped at his jaw.

“Where are you, Ren?”

“Inside you,” he groaned. His hands shook from the effort of resisting his baser nature.

She began to fuck him faster, and every glide of her hot pussy stripped at his control a little more.

“Cordelia.” Her name was a strangled warning on his tongue.

She didn’t answer, tugging harder on his hair, looking down at him with those black eyes and a dark satisfaction.

It was too much. His grip on her tightened despite him, and then he was rocking up to meet her, burying himself as deep as the position allowed.

Her teeth clicked together from the force of his first thrust, but she moaned in approval.

His claws bit into the pillowy flesh of her hips as his tail slipped between them, wrapping possessively around the globe of her breast and squeezing.

She hissed through her teeth and bit her bottom lip.

Her grip on his hair turned painful, but he liked it all the same.

He dipped his head and sucked the tightened bud of her nipple into his mouth, past his sharp teeth and onto the tip of his pointed tongue. She groaned her approval, holding him there with her punishing grip.

“That’s so good,” she moaned, struggling to keep up with the pace of his thrusts. “Oh, you’re doing so fucking good.”

The praise was more than he could take. His thrusts grew erratic as his climax bore down on him.

He whined high in his throat, his teeth clasped carefully around the delicate expanse between her neck and shoulder as he came into her with explosive force.

He clamped her down onto his cock, forcing her to take him to the hilt as his knot swelled.

She squirmed, and his vision tunneled. One of his hands caught her by the back of the neck, squeezing a warning as his teeth skimmed up her throat.

“Stay still,” he growled, anchoring her in place with a hand on her hip.

“My knees ache,” she complained breathlessly. “I’m not exactly in the greatest shape of my life after spending two hundred years in cryosleep.”

“You’ll injure us both if you keep squirming.”

Before she could complain further, he rolled with her, settling her on her back beneath him. Her thighs fell wide in invitation, and she sighed in relief. The hand that had tugged at his hair now trailed a lazy path up and down his spine.

“How long are we stuck like this?” she murmured, tracing along his jaw with her other hand.

“I don’t know.” He dipped to capture her mouth in a kiss. “I have never paid much attention to my knot before now.”

“Was it good for you? Your first time, and all.”

He reeled at the question. Could she not tell? “It was transcendent.”

She smiled. “Ah, there’s the ego boost.” She sobered suddenly. “I’m glad, really. I wanted it to be special.”

“Every moment with you is special to me.”

The flush of her cheeks deepened at that, and suddenly she was unable to meet his eye. She sighed heavily. “You would have cleaned up back on Earth, I’m afraid,” she muttered. “I would have been beating the other women off with a stick.”

His brows climbed at that, and he straightened his arms as he studied her. “Do human mating rituals involve such violence? I should have asked sooner. The other males need to be warned.”

She laughed, and he groaned as it made her bear down around his swollen knot.

“Sorry,” she said, wiping a tear of mirth from her eye. “No, women don’t actually go after one another over men. Um, not usually, anyway.”

He huffed at her, lowering himself back down to his elbows. “Cordelia?”

“Hm?”

“You did not finish.”

She shrugged, closing her eyes. “S’okay. I don’t have to come every time. Sex for the sake of sex is still fun.”

He scowled down at her. “I want you to come. Every time. Every day.”

Her eyes opened at that, her brows climbing. “Every day?”

He nodded emphatically. “I don’t think I can bear to go another day without such pleasure now that I know it exists.”

She laughed again, uproariously this time, and he was perturbed by what could possibly be so funny about that.

The pressure of his knot finally eased, but his erection hadn’t waned in the slightest. His cum began to drip out of her; she noticed and tried to wriggle away.

Her hands pressed against his shoulders, and she attempted to use him as leverage.

He caught both wrists in his hands and pressed them into the earth above her head, pinning her in place.

“I’m in a puddle. Let me up, weirdo.”

“Stay,” he murmured, leaning down to press kisses over her throat. “I am not done.”

She sighed, softening beneath his attention. Her knees fell wide again, and she made a sound in her throat when he seated himself back inside her.

“Tell me how to make you come.” He pleaded, holding himself over her. “I want you to feel as I do.”

She worried her bottom lip between her teeth. When he rocked experimentally over her, she hitched her knees higher, wrapping her legs around his waist. He thrust lazily, waiting for her to open up to him.

“Cordelia,” he chided when she went too long without speaking. “Tell me.”

“This position is hard for me to finish in,” she said, her eyes flitting fast like she was searching for a negative reaction. “I… I like it on my knees, with my fingers on my clit.”

He was enjoying this—rocking inside her with their faces so close together—but he felt a feral satisfaction when he imagined the position she described.

Pulling out of her, he said in a low, demanding tone, “Show me.”