Page 110 of Saved By the Alien Hybrid

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 andsqueezing. 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 doingso 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. “Everyday?”

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 hisshoulders, 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.”