Page 55 of Saved By the Alien Hybrid (Hybrids of Yulaira #1)

Shivering at the intense look on Rentir’s face, Cordelia obliged. She rolled beneath him, leaves and sticks clinging to her skin and tangling in her hair.

Whose stupid idea had it been to fuck in the dirt, again?

After a futile, awkward attempt to brush herself off, she turned onto her stomach and crawled her knees forward, arching her back in invitation.

It was a position that was usually about convenience for her—getting her partner in and out in the least amount of time it would take them both to climax, with the least amount of unwelcome eye-gazing.

Now, it felt strangely vulnerable. The chilled night air swept over her damp sex, reminding her that she was stretched and dripping beneath his gaze.

When he didn’t immediately touch her, she grew self-conscious. The sound of his cum dripping loudly against a leaf beneath her was more that she could take and she started to sit up.

“If you’re not into it, it’s—”

A growl and a heavy palm between her shoulder blades silenced her. He pinned her back down to the ground. “Stay,” he commanded.

He shuffled behind her, nudging her knees wider with his own. The head of his cock pressed against her, and she let her hips go loose as he slid inside her. The fullness was overwhelming from this angle. She groaned deep in her gut, too far gone to care about how animalistic the sound was.

Rentir made a strangled noise from behind her, but he didn’t thrust; he stayed there, buried within her, the weight of his eyes roaming over her bare skin.

“Fuck me,” she begged, rocking her hips back.

A breath whistled through his teeth as her ass collided with him.

His free hand palmed her hard. “You look so beautiful like this.”

She spit a leaf out of her mouth and tipped her head to the side, peering at him through the curtain of her hair. “Doubtful, but thanks.”

“You doubt me?” The hand between her shoulder blades slid down to cup the back of her neck as he curled over her. “I have vowed never to withhold the truth from you again. Did that mean nothing?”

She couldn’t think clearly enough to come up with a clever reply. He rocked his hips experimentally, stirring deep within her, testing the limits of her channel. She couldn’t hold back the moan that followed.

“Cordelia? I asked you a question.”

“Shut up,” she mumbled, burying her face in her arms.

He tutted in her ear, sliding a hand up into her hair. His claws rasped against her scalp to skin-tingling effect as he carefully drew the long mass away from her face and neck. “Let me see your face.”

With a huff of frustration, feeling unbearably raw and vulnerable, she obliged. He hummed his approval, leaning down to pepper soft kisses over her cheek and temple as he rocked minutely within her. His tenderness disarmed her.

It might have been a familiar position, but nothing about this experience was turning out the way she was used to.

His chest was pressed against her back, making his contented purr reverberate through her.

He buried his nose in her hair and breathed her in like he was taking his first free breath in all his life.

His hand slid down her spine and over her hip, delving through her pubic hair.

“Ren,” she breathed.

His blunted claws parted her sex, his middle fingers spreading her labia and nestling in. Pleasure jolted through her as they framed her clitoris.

“This is your clit, isn’t it?”

“Yes.”

He slid his fingers up and down, side to side, experimenting until he performed a tight circle, and her breath hitched. The satisfied sound he made was a bolt of lightning right to where his fingers had begun to work her in earnest.

“I can do that,” she eked out, reaching down to replace his hand with her own. She’d never let anyone do this before, never had the patience to let any of the men she’d fucked learn what she liked.

He smacked her hand away and went right back to what he’d been doing.

“I’m struggling,” he said, his voice deep and rattling with his purr. “Let me do this, please. My instincts are…” He pressed his cheek against the nape of her neck, groaning.

“What instincts?”

“Seeing you like this, it’s triggering something in me. I don’t… I don’t understand it. The things I want to do to you…”

“Tell me,” she urged, rolling her hips back and grinding against him.

He was panting. The hand beside her head, bracing him over her, curled all six claws into the dirt.

“I want to hold you down,” he admitted raggedly. “I want to hold your wrists and fuck you until your legs can’t hold you up. I need to know you’re mine. I need to feel it.”

She chewed on that, momentarily lost for words. She hadn’t been sure what he was going to say, but she hadn’t expected it to be that.

I need to know you’re mine.

Was she? Could she be?

She dug her fingers into the cool earth beneath her, hesitating.

A lifetime of closing herself off from others was not an easy thing to cast aside. Trusting a man on Earth had never been worth the cost to her freedom—but this wasn’t Earth, and Rentir had made it clear he didn’t want to strip her of everything she’d worked so hard for.

They had to be the most unlikely couple in the galaxy.

Two people whose paths should never have crossed.

She’d been born hundreds of years before him.

She should have died on the Leto. The Cassandra should have drifted aimlessly in space until the life support systems shut down.

Yet, here she was, with this male who had also defied death to be here, fit together with him like two puzzle pieces.

For years, the fear that she was cursed had haunted her. What sense would it make to turn her back on superstition now? She had to believe that they had been brought together for a reason.

Live a little for me, Commander, Felix taunted from somewhere far beyond.

“Do it,” she whispered.

His purr stuttered and started again, layered with an animal growl. He burst into motion, shifting as he pulled both her arms behind her back, forcing her cheek into the dirt. Her arms strained as he straightened behind her, leveraging her bound arms against her.

His next thrust was brutal, but in a deeply welcome way.

It startled a guttural sound out of her, and he froze in concern until she rocked back into him for more.

He didn’t need any more invitation; just like that, he was pounding into her so hard that she would have gone sprawling without his grip on her.

His tail took the place of his preoccupied hands, sliding between her labia and pressing hard so every shift of her hips rubbed her clit against its velvety surface.

She could feel his desperation in every thrust, every grunt, every harsh breath.

It was as though no matter what he did, he couldn’t get close enough to her.

When her thighs grew too weak under the onslaught to hold her hips up, his tail dipped beneath her and hauled her back up.

“We’re not done,” he snarled, sounding hardly recognizable.

“I’m not—ah!—going anywhere.”

His rhythm stumbled at that, and then he was fucking her harder, faster, until it was all just a blur of overwhelming sensation.

The gathering storm of her orgasm began to prick within her, starting at her scalp and spreading down to her nipples, her navel, her toes. Every muscle wound tight with tension.

“You’re mine,” Rentir was saying desperately, his voice strangled. “You’re mine.”

She groaned, teetering on the precipice. He jerked out of her suddenly, cursing so colorfully the translator couldn’t make sense of it. Hot cum jetted over her back and she sagged to the ground, biting back a whine of frustration.

So close.

He released her arms with a growl that mirrored her own disappointment.

“It’s okay,” she began, twisting to flash him a weary smile. “It’s normal. Most men don’t—”

The words were lost as he knocked the air from her lungs with how abruptly he shoved her onto her back.

“Rentir—oh.”

He dove between her thighs and set his tongue to work amid the sticky mess of their combined fluids.

Not squeamish of his own cum? That’s a new one.

“You really don’t have to do that,” she said in a strangled voice, wishing she could just shut up but so used to deflecting from her own satisfaction that the words rose from her unbidden.

He jerked her hips off the ground and spanked her hard.

Yelping, she bucked in his grip, but he only lifted her higher, cupping her ass as he sucked and licked at her tender vulva.

Her thighs squeezed his ears as his tongue delved into her core.

She reached up and grabbed his horns, trapping him against her, as though there was any danger he would pull away.

He hummed his approval, shaking his head back and forth with his tongue stiffened, tugging her hard back toward the orgasm she’d just lost.

“Don’t stop,” she commanded, bucking into him. “Oh, God, don’t you dare stop.”

He purred harder—hard enough that she felt it in his tongue, still moving fervently over her tortured clit. Her toes curled. Her eyes squeezed shut.

Almost, almost—

He stopped, tossing his head to free himself of her grip on his horns.

“No!”

She opened her eyes to glare at him, but the near-unrecognizable set of his features made her bite her tongue. She wasn’t sure he was all there; he looked so much like he had earlier that day, when he’d been mindless with bloodlust.

He flashed his teeth in a halfhearted snarl, lowering her hips until she was lined up with his hard cock.

“Mine,” he bit out.

He impaled her hard, but she was so wet that he slid in without any discomfort.

She groaned and dropped back against the ground.

Her arms fell above her head as he shunted into her restlessly, holding her weightless in his six-fingered grip.

His tail snaked around her thigh to find her clit again, and she found with amazement that the little rattling twitch he sometimes did when he was anxious felt incredible against that sensitive spot.

She writhed in his grip, rolling her hips and squeezing her knees restlessly as the pleasure climbed up her spine.

She’d never been so close to the edge only to be dragged back again, and the result was mind-numbingly intense.

Each climb was quicker, sharper, almost edging on painful.

Her toes curled as her eyes rolled back.

“Open your eyes,” he said harshly, startling her.

Her body obeyed automatically.

“Look at me.” His tone was somehow pleading and threatening at once.

She whined, shuddering from how close she was, from the strangeness of gazing into someone’s eyes as she came. It had always been as private as she could make it. Face down in the pillow, with her lip between her teeth so she didn’t embarrass herself by making too much noise.

“You’re mine.” His voice was distant in her ears as her vision began to tunnel. “You’re mine, Cordelia.”

He was phrasing it as a statement, but she could hear the frantic question within it.

“Yes,” she screamed as the orgasm ripped through her, her eyes still locked on his.

There was nowhere to hide, no way to retreat into herself from the intimacy. He was staring down at her with an intensity that could be nothing but love—pure, uninhibited love. A sob shuddered out of her.

Her whole body shook as her core muscles fluttered and convulsed harder than she’d felt in her life.

Rentir followed her down, moaning deep in his chest as his cum spurted, layering sensation and stretching her orgasm out longer.

He collapsed over her, holding his weight off her upper body with his arms.

They didn’t say anything for a long while, preoccupied with catching their breath. Rentir’s panted breaths fanned over the sweat-dampened skin of her throat. His tongue flicked out and licked a lazy trail that made her twitch around his knot. He purred his satisfaction.

“You’re really mine?” he whispered at length.

“Only if you’re mine, too,” she said, tracing her fingers over one of the glowing spots on his high cheekbone.

“I am,” he said emphatically. “I always was, from the moment of my conception. I just didn’t know it until I saw you.”

She smiled dreamily. “That’s so cheesy.”

He drew back so she could see the consternation on his face. “I do not understand how cheese is involved.”

With a derisive snort, she wrapped a hand around the back of his head and dragged him down for a kiss. She didn’t know how long he kissed her. It could have been minutes or hours. For the first time in ages, she was content simply to be in the moment, losing herself in him.

Eventually, he lay down beside her, curling his big frame around her and enveloping her in his purr and his warmth.

She didn’t remember falling asleep, and she didn’t wake until the next afternoon—not even when he pulled her clothes back on and scooped her up in his arms, carrying them both to her bed.