by Sabrina Kade
I wiggle my hips, hoping he gets the idea, and his eyes widen, dropping down to the apex between my thighs. He inhales deeply as though he’s entered the best bakery in Italy, and his expression becomes erotic. All thoughts of giggling vanish. “You wish for me to put my tongue on your cunt, yes?”
I break out into a huge grin before Drazal slams his full, soft lips against mine, as though to give me a preview of what’s to come (other than me, of course). His tongue brushes against the roof of my mouth and the insides of my cheeks, until I’m all but writhing and whimpering into his mouth. Part of me worries I’m going to be loud once things get going, but honestly, why should I care? We’re Chosen mates. And in all the months I’ve been with Iriel, I never wanted, no, needed him, like I’m needing Drazal right now.
“Oh damn,” I rasp between kisses as he starts to knead my breasts. “Drazal…”
“Your breasts are so soft,” he husks. “Like the rest of you.”
“I’m bony,” I protest.
“No,” he growls, as though my words have offended him. “You are perfect. Soft. Sweet. Brave. Delicious.”
Oh God. How is he getting me this riled up only with words? It isn’t fair. I want him. I want him so badly I can barely keep my thoughts straight. Something needs to go inside me. Finger, fist, tongue or dick, I need my pussy filled otherwise I’m going to come all over him before anything happens. “More, Drazal. Please. I need more.”
“More?” His voice grows teasing. “You told me you are a coward. Now you are barking orders at me?” He pulls away and crooks an eyebrow down at me. “What is it you want from me, my brave little female?”
Jesus. Hearing him call me his brave little female is almost too much to handle. There’s something about the way he growls those words that makes me buck all over again, especially when his head dips and he starts kissing my neck and chest, while still gently kneading my breasts. How does he know what he’s doing? How can he make me so excited and needy? I never felt this alive. This aroused. This desired.
He pulls away, and the look in his goldilicious eyes is so hot and heated. I feel like I’m about to explode. “Do you still wish for my mouth to go on your cunt?”
My mouth goes dry from his naughty proposition. “Y-yes. Please.”
“Say it then.”
My eyes widen. “What?”
He lowers his face, nipping gently at my lower lip. “You wish for me to pleasure your cunt with my mouth, yes? I wish for you to say it.”
“I thought I already did.”
He shakes his head. “I want the words to come from your lips.” He brushes a fingertip against the dip in my lower lip. “Those soft. Full. Voluptuous. Lips. Say it.”
I swallow hard. Normally Drazal is almost playful, but there is nothing playful about this look. And since I’m already so desperate for his touch, I realize what I have to do. “I want it.”
“Want what?” he asks, pretending to lower his head, but not enough.
God, it’s not nearly enough! “I want you to pleasure me with your mouth.”
He shakes his head.
“No?” I gasp, more sexually frustrated than I thought possible.
“No.” Absentmindedly, he rolls one of my nipples between a finger and thumb. I’m squealing, but the look on his face remains annoyingly impassive. “When you say it, I will pleasure your cunt with my mouth. I need to hear you say it.”
“All right!” I gasp. “Please! I want you to pleasure my cunt with your mouth.”
He stops fondling my nipple. He breaks out into a devilish grin and spreads my thighs. “Was that so difficult?”
I snarl, but all snarky is pushed from my lungs when his first kiss lands right above the curls covering my sex. He lifts his eyes, as though gauging my reaction, but all I can manage is a few nods and curling my fingers through his soft, hair. He kisses my lower belly, and I erupt with excitement because he’s already so close. So freaking close. I want more. More damnit! Gently, I try pushing his head down, but he’s quick to figure out what I’m up to.
“Something wrong?” he asks in a low, sexy voice that doesn’t sound entirely innocent.
“Lower. Please. Go lower.”
“Bossy female,” he says, but there’s only teasing in his voice as he lowers his head once more and pushes my thighs fully apart. I’m exposed to him, and though this should embarrass me, I’m all but pushing my pussy toward his mouth. He’s probably waiting for me to beg, and I’m all about to when—
The first lick follows. Low and slow from the bottom to the top of my slit. I almost lose myself. It’s so hot and dirty and naughty and sexy. “Jeeeeeesuussss…” I moan when he licks me again, pausing.
“Oh, and what do we have here?” I’m about to lower my head to see what he’s talking about when that scaled, forked tongue presses against my clit.
“Oh, shit and damn!” I squeal from the powerful hit of arousal.
“Sensitive,” Drazal notes. “This must be the nub my brothers are always talking about.” He presses his tongue to my clit, and I cry out, fighting so I don’t come. I don’t want this to end, but if Drazal’s going to keep pressing his tongue against my clit, I fear I’m a goner.
“Please,” I beg. “That’s… that’s too much…”
“Too much? Why, I’ve only started tasting you. I have to say,” he says before driving another long lick through my folds, “you were worth the wait.”
Inwardly, I’m glad I taste so good to him, but it’s hard to focus because he’s licking me harder and more furiously now. I’m going to explode like a fucking firework because his heated expression grows so hot and intense so quickly. The grip he has on my thighs to keep me spread is immovable, so I can’t do what I did back home and fight off the guy when I got uncomfortable because I felt an orgasm rising. There is no escaping Drazal’s touching or tasting, and though it’s instinctive to want to want to squirm away, I’m sure, even if I could, I’d go back to spreading just to feel that wave or arousal with each invasive taste.
“Please,” I beg when the licks become too intense. I can’t move. He’s got me locked under him, and the tingles of an orgasm are more like thunderstorms now. I buck and writhe, trying to set myself free, but Drazal is relentless. “I’m not… I’m not going to last…”
“Why should you?” Drazal asks between licks. “I want you to come.”
“But… sex,” I breath. “I want you inside me.”
“I will be. For now, I want to taste you. I want your cream on my lips.” He licks, landing on my clit and his lips close around my sensitive bud. He takes it between his lips and suddenly—
My world loses all color when he sucks on it.
Fuck, and I’m undone. The most intense orgasm crashes over me and sucks me back into the metaphorical ocean when another orgasm follows almost as intense as the first, when Drazal keeps his mouth wrapped around my clit. I scream incoherently as I quiver and shake, wondering if it can get any better—
Another orgasm hits me. Fuck, that’s three. I’ve never had so many in a row and that’s only because of his delectable mouth.
When my body can’t take anymore, the aftershocks get pretty violent and finally, Drazal removes his mouth from my clit. Thank heavens. That feels amazing, but I want to have sex with my alien, and we won’t get anywhere if he orgasms me to the point of passing out on the floor. I need to gather myself, and get my shit together, but I’m so sweaty and hot I almost don’t see Drazal’s hovering over me.
“Are you all right?” he asks.
I pant, swiping at my sweaty brow. I can only imagine how not-sexy I must look drenched in sweat, but the look in Drazal’s eyes is so heated that I immediately push these worries aside. Of course I look sexy to him. He made me come three times, and I’m all but a pool of jelly beneath him as he waits to put his cock inside me.
And oh yes, I do still want that cock inside of me. “Don’t worry,” I say, smilingly sleepily. “I’m all right.”
“Do
you wish to rest?” He lowers his body, brushing a thumb against my cheek. “It has been a long night, and those were some powerful roars that erupted when I made you come. Perhaps you should rest before we continue—”
“No!” I scream, sitting up on my elbows. “No waiting. I need you now, Drazal.”
He cocks his head to the side, as though weighing my words. I’m worried he’s going to think he’s too much for me and force me lay down and get some rest. I don’t want that, damnit. That means tomorrow we’ll wake up and things we’ll have to answer questions. We’ll have to decide whether we’re living together like the other mated pairs. And if we do, where will we live? We can’t stay at the prison lair, and back at the first lair…
Ugh, and then there’s Iriel. I’ll have to see Iriel again.
No. No! I’m not ready to face any of those things yet.
“Phoebe?”
“Please, Drazal,” I say in a softer, calmer voice. “I don’t want to rest. I want to be with you. We can rest tomorrow. We can rest all we want. For now? I want to be with you.” I narrow my eyes. “You think I’m a bossy female sometimes? Well, alright. I’m being bossy right now. Your bossy female says to put cock inside of me. Your cock. Now.”
That’s all the encouragement Drazal needs, I guess. His golden eyes shift from soft and patient, to primal and sexy and before I can get out another word, he spears me within my folds, and we cry out from the invasion. Drazal invading me. Me being invaded. His cock fills every nook and cranny in my pussy and what little room remains is taken up by the scales as they splay inside me. It’s the weirdest feeling in the world, so alien, but so sexy at the same time. I was so afraid of this. Afraid of getting impregnated on the first try and being stuck with a baby forever, but none of these concerns bother me with Drazal.
With him, I can do this. If he gets me pregnant, I’ll handle it. We’ll handle it. Together.
“Is this what you wanted?” Drazal asks, smiling devilishly from above.
“More,” I whisper, strangled from the invasion of his cock. I wiggle my hips to show what I mean, and Drazal’s grin widens as he starts to thrust. He’s so thick and long, it’s like a new invasion with each thrust and his sack slam heavily against my thighs. It’s hairless like so much of the rest of him, and I throw my head back, enjoying the feeling of being claimed.
Drazal has the endurance of an Olympian of fucking, and I snicker to myself at the thought of it. My man could win a gold medal when it comes to sex because each time he moves or shifts inside me, his scales hit me in different places making the sensation feel entirely new all over again. Nothing else matters now that he’s fucking me. Not Iriel. Not the first or second lair. Not that we’re in a prison lair and certainly not that I managed to growl at gigantic furry spiders and lived to tell the tale.
No. All that matters is getting fucked by an alien. My alien.
Soon, I can’t even think about that. My life is only the rocking body above me, the scaled cock inside me and the building of another orgasm. I scream to the heavens as the wave crashes over me, gripping my thighs tightly around his waist to make sure I don’t skyrocket right into the ceiling. And while I’m slowly coming down from the high, I realize Drazal is still reaching for his, so I gather everything I have to push along with him. His sack feels tight, and he’s close to reaching climax. And though my world is blurry, and I’m sweaty and this whole room smells like sex, I manage to reach up and nibble his lower lip which sends him over the edge.
A roaring hiss escapes and his body stiffens as he spurts inside me, sending chilly wave after chilly wave of his orgasm through my sex. It’s cold as ice but I welcome it because it belongs to Drazal. This is something we’ve shared together. This is a moment we can have everyday if we want because nothing is going to keep us apart now. Not Iriel. Not my fears. Not flenhein and certainly not Iriel (Did I say him twice?). Whichever. None of it matters now.
All I think about is Drazal’s body sending out a few final jerks of seed before his body goes limp, and he lightly crashes on top of me before rolling off to the side. He’s breathing hard, and though there’s no sweat, if he were human, I’m sure there would be. That was a sexy romp for both of us. I lean closer and press my hand against his chest and kiss him softly on the jaw, not wanting this intense moment of connection to end despite both of us being sticky with seed.
“That was…” Drazal says, wide chest still rising and falling with each shaky breath.
“Yeah. It was.”
He shifts his side and brushes his nose to mine in an Eskimo kiss of some sort although he doesn’t have the slightest clue what an Eskimo is. But the look in his face brings a smile to mine like I’m some lovestruck idiot.
“You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to be with you for so long, Phoebe. I never wanted to push you. I never wanted you to feel as though you had to Choose me. It meant nothing unless you did it yourself.” He leans forward and kisses me softly on the lips and my nipples grow hard from that slight touch.
This man is everything.
“Being here with you now, I am glad I didn’t push. This moment makes everything worth it. Having you. Being with you. Being mates. I am glad you found the courage to find happiness. I hope I can live up to your expectations.”
My eyes water at his words, wondering what I did to deserve such an amazing man.
He’s right, too.
Wanting or feeling I deserved happiness meant nothing unless I was willing to do something myself to get that happiness. After all this time, I finally did it. I left Iriel. I found my way into Drazal’s arms. And now that I’m here?
I’m never leaving them.
***
“Iriel is here.”
I sit up the following morning, still trying to process everything that’s happened. I ran between the two lairs during flenhein. I chased away fuzzy monster spiders. I’m here in Drazal’s arms and thinking nothing can ruin this for me now that we’re mates.
But those words, coming from Drazal’s lips help form a pit of dread in my stomach. “What did you say?” I ask, hoping that maybe, I was dreaming.
“Iriel is here. Cade stopped by the let us know. You were sleeping and I did not want to wake you.”
Fuck. Iriel. I didn’t think I’d have to deal with him so soon. But of course, he’s here and probably demanding to know what happened. When he found out I left the lair last night, and I’m sure he must have been furious, but really, why does it matter? What right does he have to care? It dawns on me now; I don’t have to be afraid to see Iriel. I have nothing to hide. I have nothing to be ashamed of. I peel myself out of Drazal’s arms, gather my clothing and stand at the lair opening.
Drazal’s eyes are wide with shock.
“There you are,” Iriel says the moment I come into view right inside the second lair cave opening. He starts rushing toward me, but Drazal is quick to stand in his way. Iriel stops, hissing loudly and tries to look past him to me. “What you did was dangerous,” he says as though Drazal isn’t standing there.
“I’m safe, aren’t I?”
He hisses once more, looking at Drazal. “Do you mind? I wish to speak to her. Her behavior last night was not like her. She is not one to take risks. I cannot help but wonder if you are the reason for her foolish behavior.”
“Of course he’s the reason!” I snap, not wanting Drazal to have to stand up for me. He’s already done it for too long. I step ahead of Drazal and gently push him aside before moving toward Iriel. His eyes are wide like saucers at my actions, and why shouldn’t they be? This isn’t the same Phoebe he’s used to dealing with. I’m not a scaredy-cat any longer. “Iriel, I want to say thank you for watching over me for the past few months, but I don’t… I don’t want to be with you. Not now. Not ever.”
His eyes widen as though I’ve slapped him. There aren’t many Sidyths around, but there are enough familiar faces to know this scene will be reported to Prince Korben. That gives me all the more reason to keep going.<
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“When I was with you, I was afraid,” I admit. “Afraid of the horrors in the woods. Afraid of attracting Sidyths who weren’t as patient with me as you were. But I’m not… I’m that woman anymore, Iriel. You shouldn’t want me anyhow because I’m not the same as I was when we were together. You want someone to coddle and protect. Well, I don’t want to be someone like that anymore.”
“And so what?” Iriel asks. “I care for you and protect you for many turnings and this is what you do? You run to another male? You tempted me! You tempted two males! Prince Korben will not stand for this.”
“Phoebe—”
“It’s all right, Drazal,” I interrupt, placing a hand on his firm chest. “I can speak. And no, Iriel. I never tempted two males. Drazal was always my friend, and I was always faithful to you. When I did try to leave you, you threatened me.” Iriel bristles but takes a step back. “You tried to scare me into staying with you. That’s not right. None of that matters now, does it? I don’t Choose you. I Choose Drazal.”
“I Chose her long before that,” Drazal can’t help adding at the end.
Iriel hisses, but I’m surprised when those two young looking Sidyths step forward.
“That is enough, Iriel,” one says.
“If the female has Chosen a mate, there is nothing more to be done.”
My heart aches to see the look of despair crossing Iriel’s features, but it’s what needs to be done. His shoulders slump in dejection.
“I only wanted to protect her,” he says in a low voice.
“I know you did,” I say, pushing Cade and Dash aside so I can stare up at him.
Iriel has, and will probably always be, a confusing Sidyth. He’s possessive, but he has sweet moments. Deep down, he wants someone to spend time with him. He’s lonely. He’s not a favorite here, and even I can see that. Maybe there’s a girl here that will bring out the good in him that I never could. He deserves better than me because he deserves someone who wants him as much as he wants a mate.