Alien Storm, page 23
I worked my tongues harder, rutting her in time with the jerking of my fist. Zuh-Tephanie’s pink-tipped breasts rose and fell rapidly, her ribs expanding and contracting with quick, sharp intakes of breath. Delectable wetness gushed over my tongues, and her cunt seemed to get even more swollen and sensitive, the tunnel caressing me as her thighs clamped against the sides of my head. I moaned into her, and her thighs squeezed harder, her feet scrabbling against my back.
Her back arched. She was cresting. I could feel it. Could taste it in her glorious moisture. She rose and rose, soaring to the peak of her pleasure. I was there, too, my cock ready to burst into my sliding grip.
One final swirl of my tongues. One more squeeze of my fist. One breathless moment of rising pleasure completely intertwined.
And then, together, we tumbled over the edge.
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
Stephanie
I was vaguely aware of strong arms sliding under my damp body, easing me from the stone. My eyes fluttered open, glimpsing a thick neck, a strong jaw, and the gleam of white sight stars. Errok curled my body against his broad chest as he rose to a standing position. Thank God he could carry me, because that orgasm had damn near made me lose consciousness. And now my legs felt like stretched-out mozzarella cheese.
My whole body felt that way, to be honest. Gooey and warm and not altogether solid.
I made a sound of sleepy contentment when Errok placed me oh so carefully down onto the bed. I could barely keep my eyes open, but I forced myself to stay awake long enough to make sure he got in the bed with me. We’d gotten past something big just now. We’d started working through our shit. And after the exquisite, exhausting night we’d been through, I just wanted to hold him.
Errok joined me on the bed, the mattress sinking under his immense weight. I could feel myself smiling goofily as he arranged the hides around me until I was perfectly tucked in, only my head poking out the top.
“Are you going to come under here, too?” I asked sleepily.
He laid beside me, on top of the hides.
“No. Not yet, anyway,” he said. “Between the flames I built up and the steam and the way your touch has branded me, I feel like I’m on fire.”
It was late, we’d both been through a lot, and I could tell that he was tired. His voice had taken on a gruff, gravelly tone that I’d never heard before. I loved it.
“Remember when you kept saying you were an invalid and that you had a deathly chill and that only my body heat could save you?” I giggled, feeling oddly giddy.
Errok laid on his back, placing his hands behind his head in a perfect pose of leisure. He tilted his head down towards me, and gave me a blindingly beautiful smile.
“I have no doubt that the chill will return at some point tonight. And I will need your naked ministrations.”
I laughed, pretending to be shocked but secretly already looking forward to it.
“But hey,” I said more seriously, my smile fading, “if you were so concerned about looking weak in front of me, what was with all that ‘I’m an invalid, come warm me up with your naked body!’ stuff?”
Errok’s smile faded, too. He rolled onto his side, facing me, resting his head on one arm, the other draping over my body.
“Because I did not truly feel weak in that moment. You’d healed me, I knew I would recover well. The fear hadn’t gotten its hooks into me yet.” He brushed a stray, damp hair away from my forehead. “It is easy to joke about such things from a position of strength.”
I nodded.
“I understand.”
“I know you do,” he said with a weary chuckle. “And that is both comforting and alarming.”
“Don’t be alarmed,” I murmured, my eyes sliding closed. He was so big and warm, and the bed was so soft, and my pussy had been so well-loved that there was no way I could stay awake much longer. A smile tugged at my lips as rough knuckles stroked across my cheekbone.
I barely heard Errok’s whisper in the fire-touched dark of the cave. I only caught the final word, the reverent whisper of, “Beloved,” before sleep finally took me away.
I AM WARM AND I AM happy. Because Errok is here. We’re in a glittering valley, sun painting the stones in shades of blue and bright turquoise. The only way this moment could be more perfect is if he were kissing me. So, I reach for him.
But I fall to my knees. The ground is sharp and cutting. I twist and search, but Errok is nowhere. My hands reach but they’re empty. Fighting panic, I squint up into the blinding sky. I see him on the back of a braxilk, flying as fast as he can away from me.
Leaving me.
And then, there is nothing. No sun. No stones. No sky.
No breath in my lungs because Errok is gone.
And that means my heart is gone, too.
“ZUH-TEPHANIE!”
I took a huge, sucking breath as if I’d been underwater for too long. Wild with panic, my limbs writhed, my eyes wide open but not seeing.
Where is he?
“I am here!” The forceful hiss cut through the inky darkness, steadying me. And it wasn’t just words. But a warm, solid touch. A wall of muscle against my bare back. Two strong arms wrapping around my front, holding me tight. Errok.
“I am here,” he repeated, more softly this time, against the top of my head. My heart pounded, but I slowly started to relax as his words drifted over me.
“You are safe,” he promised vehemently. “Any monster that has charged you, I will slay it. Any pain that’s dared to touch you, I will kill it. Nothing can harm you so long as I am here. Do you understand that, beloved?”
I panted, unable to answer. Instead, I rolled in the circle of his arms, buried my face in his chest, and cried. Errok went rigid against me as I sobbed.
“Zuh-Tephanie,” he said, panic edging into his voice, “precious creature, I think you’re bleeding.”
“It’s not blood!” I gasped, sniffing hard. I rubbed my forehead back and forth over the tense bulges of his pectoral muscles. “They’re tears.”
“If you don’t tell me what in the piercing peaks of the Deep Sky tears are right this instant then I will drag every healer in this mountain to your side.”
“No!” I stammered, throwing my arms around his neck and squeezing. “You can’t leave!”
“Then tell me how to heal the tears,” he begged, sounding distraught.
“You don’t need to heal them. They’re normal. It’s a human thing. Can we not talk about it right now?”
“Fine,” he grunted, though he didn’t sound convinced. “As long as you’re alright. Though it doesn’t seem natural for your face to leak that much fluid...”
A laugh choked through my sobs, then I hiccupped.
“Oh, no. Now what is that sound?” he asked, dismayed.
“It’s just a hiccup! You don’t hiccup?”
“Certainly not. What an undignified sound.”
“Well, excuse me!” I said, scowling at his annoyingly muscled chest. “I guess you’ll just have to get used to all my undignified human things. Jeez, how will you bear to be seen with me?”
“It’s not something I’ll need to bear at all. Hiccups or not, tears or not, you’re still the most glorious thing ever to have graced my world.” His hands skimmed up and down the naked skin of my back. “You may call it vanity, but I’ve decided I don’t care. I’m immensely proud to have you by my side. And I plan to show you off as such.”
Well, shit. I wasn’t quite sure what to say to that. I sniffed, no longer crying, and changed the subject.
“Sorry that I woke you up. Didn’t think I’d be the one having a nightmare tonight. Is this our new routine? Are we going to take turns or something, now?”
I felt Errok’s chin bump the top of my head as he snuggled closer. One of his hands began to stroke my hair, the other sealing its warm palm flat to my spine.
“No, I expect not. In fact, I do not believe I’ll ever have another nightmare ever again. Licking your cunt has cured me of every affliction, both mental and physical.”
“Oh, lordy. Has it cured you of your giant ego?”
“No,” he groaned, “spilling seed all over you with barely a touch of your hand did that well enough, I think.”
I smirked, heat flaring at the memory.
“It may have damaged your ego, but it added to mine,” I said huskily. “I liked seeing you like that. Seeing you so affected by me.”
He twirled a strand of my hair around a lazy finger. “You like me when I’m weak. You like me when I’m afraid. You like me when I spill practically just from looking at you. You are an incredibly odd woman. Although I suppose I should be grateful that you are so strangely attracted to all my... Well, I will not call them flaws, because I do not have flaws. But my moments of... Slight imperfection. Even if it does make me worry that you are rather not right in the head.”
I laughed heartily, all traces of the bad dream gone now. “Yeah. Pretty sure we’ve already established that I’ve lost my mind loving you.”
I froze. Errok made a fist around my hair. He tugged until my hot face was turned up to his.
“Did you just say, ‘love’?”
Fuck. I had, hadn’t I? It had just... Slipped out. Earlier tonight I said I cared about him. When, exactly, did it go from care to love?!
“Maybe,” I muttered. I tried to break eye contact, but his fingers turned to iron, still holding my hair tight. His other hand came up under my chin, holding me firmly.
His sight stars were lightning – bright and burning and crashing into me. Leaving a cacophony of thunder in their wake. Or maybe that was just the excessive rhythm of my heart.
He took a shaking breath, then leaned down until his nose brushed mine, speaking directly against my mouth.
“I told you so.”
“Told me what?” I asked moodily, still unable to comprehend what I’d just told him. Unfortunately, I couldn’t deny what I’d said. There was no backing away from it because, goddamnit, somehow I really had fallen in love with the cockiest alien on this entire freaking planet. This is not going to help his ego problems.
“I told you that one day you would love me just as I loved you.”
Yup. Knew it. Ego intact.
“OK, hold on. I am nowhere near as far gone as you,” I exclaimed. “What did you say earlier? That you wanted to eat my hair until you choked on it? I am nowhere near that level of obsession, so just... Cool your jets.”
My blood pulsed between my legs when the burning rod of his cock nudged my hip.
“You will feel that way by the time I am done with you.”
“Oh, well, isn’t that a bold statement – oh, fuck!”
Errok had apparently tuned out my whining. Before I knew it, he had my legs hooked over his shoulders, his tongues sliding in heated wet tendrils over my clit. There was no way to even attempt to keep him out. I needed him there. Just like it seemed he needed it, too. Errok went down on me like it was saving his fucking life. Like I was saving his life. Like being between my legs was more vital to his survival than me stopping the bleeding from the arrow wound had been.
My fingers sunk into the silken mass of his hair, my toes curling against his clenching back muscles. Like before, he fucked me with one tongue and prodded my swelling clit with the others, all the while making filthy, erotic groans of intense pleasure.
It was almost terrifying how fast my orgasm flew through me. It lit me up, sudden and scalding, so fast I didn’t even make a sound. I arched, my mouth wide in a soundless cry as my pussy clamped down on Errok’s centre tongue. He lapped up everything I had to give, so much so that it would have been humiliating if he didn’t clearly love it so much. Even after his tongue withdrew, he continued to lick up and down my soaking crease, his quick, shaking breaths heating the sensitive skin.
I wriggled, too sensitive, pushing back on his head. He moaned in complaint, suckling gently on my screaming clit before he finally let go.
I trembled, staring up at the bulky, hard shadow of his form. He straightened on his knees between my splayed thighs, one hand gripping his already-dripping cock, the other resting possessively against my lower abdomen. I stared down at his massive hand on me – his dark fingers splayed across my stomach, his palm anchored to my pelvis.
My gaze travelled from that hand, up the tense, long arm, to the face wracked with tension. Then back down to the murderous grip on his cock. My core clenched needily when fluid dribbled from his tip, stretching down to land on the skin of my inner thigh in a gleaming, continuous line.
If past me could see me now...
I’d fallen in love with Gahn Errok. Despite every protestation I’d made. Every claim I’d made to the contrary.
And now, I was desperate for him to fuck me.
Shuddering, I rocked my hips, silently inviting him to do it.
Those lightning sight stars flashed to my pussy. His face turned into a feral mask of need. And, God, the sight of him was glorious. Huge and carved from night, eyes and fangs flashing, every inch of him menacing and masculine and mine. He dragged his hand from my abdomen, planting it on the bed beside my head as he guided his slick head to my clenching entrance.
He nudged ever so slightly inside.
Fuck. Yes. Yes!
Explosive sensation spasmed through me. He was stretching my entrance so perfectly. I needed to be that beautifully filled, all the way inside. I needed to feel him get so deep that there was nowhere left for him to invade. And then, I’d need him to push even further. I needed to be so stretched by him that I could barely breathe, even my lungs having to make way for him.
I’ve gone fucking insane.
How many times would I tell myself that tonight?
And how many times would I decide that it didn’t even matter?
Errok wasn’t my shelter in the storm. He was the storm. Stealing my breath and my sanity until there was nothing left to do but give myself over entirely to the swirling madness of his cyclone. His chaos.
His cock.
My head arched back. My fingers scrabbled desperately against his shoulders. My legs cramped up as I spread them as hard as I could for him. Without words, I begged him to drive into my body the way he’d managed to crash into my heart.
But no matter what I did, he wouldn’t move.
I ground my hips upward, whimpering, searching for more of his girth, his heat. With a sharp hiss, he arched his hips backwards. Not enough to withdraw from me completely. But enough so that the hungry motion of my hips hadn’t drawn more of him inside the way I’d wanted to.
I opened my mouth to mewl, to beg, to scold him, to scream. To scream that if he didn’t move right fucking now he really would lose me after all because I was on the verge of dying from a terrible case of not being fucked within an inch of my life. Absurdly, I felt tears gather in my eyes. I’d literally never felt like this before. Sex had always been alright. I’d enjoyed it in the past. But I’d never experienced desire like this. Desire so desperate it became distress.
“Errok-”
The husky gravel of his voice cut me off.
“Say it again.”
An ecstatic shudder ran up my spine as he notched one inch further inside. My eyes fell closed, and I clenched needily around him, about to literally cry for joy that he was going to finally fill me. But, fuck, he stopped again. He made a terrible sound, as if he were in pain, and I only then realized that staying still like this was just as bad, if not even worse, for him than it was for me.
“Please,” I moaned. I turned my face towards his hand, the one flat against the mattress beside my head. I licked frantically at his forearm, then closed my mouth against his wrist and sucked.
There was that sound again. Broken and growly and, oh my God, he was throbbing inside me. I could feel it. Feel how much he needed to -
“Say. It.”
I moaned wetly against his skin. Could aliens get hickeys? I was about to find out. My teeth bit down gently, then harder, as I sucked at his arm.
With a grunt, he whipped his arm away. If he’d been human, I knew my teeth would have broken the skin and left him bloodied. He shifted positions swiftly, grabbing my ankles roughly and slamming them up to his shoulders. Oh, yes, like this he’d be able to get so, so deep.
A tremor wracked Errok’s body. The vibration of it went all the way through his cock and into my core, making me cry out. Oh, shit, his cock spears were grazing my flesh now. If I just got a little closer, adjusted the angle a little more, they’d brush against my pounding clit. I tried to do it, tried to shift against him, just to get that little bit more. Errok made a tight sound, and his cock slid in a tiny bit further. He hammered himself into furious stillness, as if he hadn’t meant to enter me further yet. But I could tell he was losing his control, his nerve. Just like I was losing all sense of time and place. Losing track of what he’d said and what he wanted. Losing track of everything that wasn’t his cock, so brutally hard, in the greedy softness of my pussy.
As if he’d read my unspooling mind, he spoke again. Though, it was barely speaking. More like guttural snarling.
“You know what I want, mate. Say it again. Say it like you mean it. Not like... Ah!” He did that trembling cock shivery thing again. This time a tear actually did slip out of my scrunched eyes, gliding down my temple and into my sweaty hair.
His fingers tightened into vises around my ankles.
“Say it again and not like it’s a mistake this time.”
I cracked my hazy eyes open, forcing them to focus on Errok. His chest heaved with haggard breath. His expression was largely blunted by the darkness, but his sight stars weren’t. They were so obsessively sharp, so exacting, so hungry on me they should have drawn blood. Buzzing arrows of intensity, aimed right at me.
Aimed. And waiting.
Another tear followed the first, a hot trail of salt on my skin. My breath caught, my throat tightening. I swallowed. Swallowed hard. So that I’d be able to speak.
This time, I wanted the words clear with intention. I wanted them properly linked together, all in the right order. I wanted him to hear them. Really hear them. And not just because I was going out of my mind with need for him.
