Alien Obsession (Shadow Zone Brotherhood Book 2)

by Elise Jae

The distance is there, but I can still feel his hands on my skin.

  Drift still terrifies me.

  Not in the physical sense that some might be terrified of him by anyway.

  Good lord.

  Just being around him made my brain scramble. I’m rambling at myself in my own head.

  I want Drift in a way I’d never wanted anyone else. That’s what terrifies me.

  The compulsion to claim wasn’t something I experienced with Edan. That had been a foregone conclusion. He’d been inside me before I’d been on the planet for an hour.

  Before him, I’d never walked away from a guy I wanted to sleep with. If we both wanted it, we dealt with it. Sooner, rather than later.

  And maybe that was the problem.

  Maybe I needed to scratch the itch….

  There was a lot I could do for him that risked nothing.

  One option in particular that made my mouth water.

  He’d never given me the chance to offer.

  But now, in this odd limbo of domestic bliss, I had the opportunity, and the means.

  Drift sat on the couch, staring out at the tundra.

  I would have asked him what he saw, but distracting him, held the very real threat of distracting myself.

  And I wanted all my attention focused squarely on him.

  I took a deep breath and crossed to him. Stepping into the space between his knees.

  He looked up with that soft smile I’d grown to crave. The one that said he’d been waiting for me.

  But he hadn’t been waiting for this.

  Those impossibly grey eyes widen as I sink to my knees between his, hands resting on his thighs.

  “Kimba.”

  He says my name in a warning tone, one I’ve heard before… though not as breathy as that.

  I ignored the question in the tilt of his head, and slid my hands up toward his waist, to the buckle and seam that would show me the one part of his body he’d always kept hidden.

  Before I get there, he sits upright, catching my wrists and holding them together as he looks down at me. Concern clouds his expression.

  “You don’t have to—”

  “I know. But I want to… and you said, I could do anything I wanted…” I raise a brow, challenging him to question me.

  Conviction falters, and he kisses my knuckles before letting me go. Before sitting back in the relaxed pose he’d started in.

  Not that he’s relaxed anymore.

  His muscles are clenched tight, but I ignore that as I weave the fabric of his waistband through the buckle and run my finger along the seal that holds the flap closed.

  The move drags my finger along the bulge there, and his cock twitches against me.

  Heat coils between my legs, and I lick my lips, looking up to see Drift’s jaw locked, eyes narrowed in concentration.

  “You told me I could do what I want… And this.” I say, shifting forward onto my knees in front of him. “Is something I’ve wanted for a long time.”

  His cock literally pops out as soon as it can get free. Despite the number I’ve seen in the open play rooms at Margot’s’ before, my eyes go wide.

  Big D, indeed.

  A sliver of jealousy stabs at me as I wonder if any of the women there knew this was hidden behind the dark fabric of his pants.

  I shove it away.

  Thoughts like that have no place here.

  Not with something so gorgeous waiting for me to take hold of it.

  Sian cocks are similar to human cocks in almost every way.

  The hot shaft of manhood has a hard tube along the bottom, under the skin, ridged, as though they had once had the physiological ability to lock themselves inside of their mates.

  And like everything else about sian men, they’re bigger.

  My fingers don’t touch as I wrap my hands around him, running them up and back down the mouthwatering length.

  If I hadn’t done this before. I might have been rethinking my plan.

  Edan hadn’t let me see him before he’d taken me the first time. If he hadn’t been so frantic to claim me, I might have thought he’d done it to keep me from being afraid.

  Drift isn’t frantic. He watches me, arms spread wide over the back of the couch. But I can see the tension in the line of his jaw.

  His hands are claws, gripping the cushions.

  But he’s leaving me in charge.

  It’s always been me at the proverbial wheel, steering our interactions. The only time he’s taken charge was to stop me.

  And he’s never let me get this far before.

  He’s never….

  I freeze, hand in mid stroke, and look up at him. “Is this okay?”

  His answer is a growled “fuck yes.”

  Thank God.

  The skin is so soft, I couldn’t have stopped myself from touching him if I’d tried. But if he’d asked me to....

  Thank god he didn’t.

  He’s a heavy weight in my hand, and I imagine what it would feel like to have him inside me.

  The thought is a forbidden thrill.

  I stroke him and clench my legs together to keep from squirming.

  For two seconds, I consider leaving him, just long enough to slip into his room and retrieve the toy hidden in the bottom pocket of my bag.

  But somehow, riding a fake version while I have him in my mouth seems simultaneously unfair to him, and like it would be a disappointment.

  The former is the reason I leave it where it is.

  I’m wet and hot and I kiss the tip of him to stop from taking him into my mouth before either of us are truly ready.

  There’s wariness in his gaze, so I pull back. “Are you sure this is okay?”

  “Anything you do to me is okay, Kimba. Just tell me what you want.”

  I think about that for a minute. Not because I don’t know the answer, but because I’m not sure how much of that answer I should give him. I run through the hundreds of things I’ve heard the women at Margot’s say and try to channel that confidence.

  “I want to suck your cock.”

  His breath hitches as I say it. His cock twitches in my hand.

  “And then…” I can’t believe I’m going to say this out loud. “I want you to fuck my face.”

  His tongue pokes out to sweep over his lips and when he reaches out to run his thumb over mine, he’s smiling. “Better open wide.”

  Fuck.

  I don’t know why those words sent a shock of pure need straight to my pussy, but I can’t stop myself from squirming this time.

  I don’t even try to hide it as I shift to better take him.

  Dipping down—ignoring just how far I have to sink—I lick him from base to tip.

  That ridge on the underside of him drags across my tongue, reminding me exactly how those hard ribs would feel as he withdrew.

  Scratching this itch was such a bad idea.

  Swirling the flared edge of his head with my tongue, I look up, meet his eyes.

  Watching him, watch me as I do what he said and open wide.

  When my lips touch him, his eyes close.

  It’s just for a moment. The sort of pause that makes me think of disbelief.

  I’m having a hard time believing it myself.

  He’s hot and warm, and taking him in is easier than I thought.

  But only for that first inch.

  When I pull back, I suck, and his eyes widen on a gasp.

  Hands clenching an inch above the cushions they’d been resting on, he lets out a hiss from behind clenched teeth.

  His eyes move from mine, to where we’re joined, and as I dip down onto him again—able to go a little further this time—he reaches out.

  His hand is a gentle weight against the back of my head. Not pushing me down, but reminding me he could—he will.

  That pressure is a promise that has heat coiling in my belly. I sigh at the thought and then laugh when he twitches in my mouth, bobbing my head in a different direction.

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�Kimba,” My name is a harsh growl from his lips. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.”

  He lapsed into the sian language, one I understand perfectly, but the switch sends a thrill through me.

  I know women at Margot’s who claimed to have made men forget English entirely. Until now, I’d never understood why they were so proud of the accomplishment.

  “You’re amazing.”

  Pulling back to catch my breath, I ask, “Do you like that?”

  “I love it. Don’t stop.”

  I’d had no intentions of stopping… but teasing him is too tempting.

  Pulling away, I watch his face while I keep my hands occupied with his cock.

  “What do I get if I make you come?”

  His lips curve in a wicked grin. “I have something in mind….”

  The threat and promise is too heavy to ignore. But I bite my lip to keep myself from rising to his bait. “Let’s see if I deserve it.”

  Getting my mouth around his cock is still a challenge, but one I relished.

  He lets out a deep moan as I pressed further down onto him, and the sound cuts through me. Makes me want….

  I thought I could get through this without it, but I have to take something off. I’m wearing way too many clothes.

  Pulling back from him with a sucking pop, I sweep my shirt and bra over my head.

  He takes the moment I’m away from him to slip his pants the rest of the way down.

  He’s fully naked for me, and that pulse of desire pushes harder at my core.

  The skin of his thighs brush against the sides of my breast as I lean in and take him again.

  When I meet his eyes, they’re hooded. His jaw is tight.

  “Fuck, you look so pretty with my cock in your mouth.”

  I try to smile, but I can’t quite manage it.

  Even in this, the general largeness of sian men changes the interaction. To take him, I have to rise up on my knees, and the cool air caresses my damp panties—the shorts I slid on earlier are no barrier.

  Freeing one hand, I touch myself like I have so many times, thinking of him. It’s so much better with him here.

  I can imagine him beneath me, his cock lined up with my pussy, instead of my mouth. Swirling my clit once, I stroke my fingers down, pressing my pussy open as if to invite the cock currently between my lips inside that part of me.

  My eyes flutter closed, and I can’t stop the moan that escapes me.

  As I lower my mouth onto him, I slowly move from swirling, to press both fingers inside of me.

  I want him so badly.

  He sits up, the movement forcing his cock further into my mouth, and I pull back to look at him, but he doesn’t let me go far as he repositions himself.

  His fingers lace in my hair, and I have to use my free hand to hold his thigh—to hold myself up. Because he grips my head a little tighter and then he’s the one who’s controlling the motion. He’s the one who’s fucking my mouth.

  He’s gentler than he needs to be... but much more of this, and I’ll come. I’m not sure how much more abuse my clit can take.

  Every thrust is a promise of what I could have if I would just let myself take it.

  I look up, relax my jaw as much as I can. But each time he presses me further down, I have to close my eyes.

  There’s just too much of him.

  My body screams at me that I’m wrong. There’s too much for my mouth, but I press my fingers into me, I know how easily he would enter me if I pulled away. If I just stood and straddled his gorgeous cock.

  He would fit to me like our bodies had been made with each other in mind.

  And then he would be mine.

  The tightly coiled heat that thought brings to mind is dampened by that ever-present reminder of what could happen if I let it.

  I shove the thought away.

  Right now, is about what we can do.

  I knew it had been a while for him, but I hadn’t expected….

  His face contorts, and I feel the tug as he tries to pull me off, but I don’t let him.

  As much as this is about him. It’s also about what I want.

  And I want it all.

  I never did this for Edan. He was always too frantic to breed me. Even when we realized he couldn’t, he wasn’t willing to risk the chance that I might swallow the load that would have impregnated me. And that’s why….

  Drift’s come is startling.

  Like human men, it’s hot. But it’s not salty, like I remember from my days on Earth.

  It’s not sweet… but it has the potential to be intoxicating.

  Addicting, even.

  My head swims as I pull back, swallowing the first spurts so that I can take the rest.

  They come so much more than human men. It’s one of the many reasons it’s so easy for human women—other human women—to get pregnant.

  His cock twitches one more time, and I pull back, watching him as I flick my tongue over his tip one last time.

  Leaning forward, he runs his thumb along my lower lip, still slick with him, and then gently presses it between them, silently telling me to suck the last little bit of him from his finger.

  “How is it possible,” he asks, still in sian. “That the universe granted me such luck?”

  “I was thinking the same thing.”

  His brows rise, just a fraction, as he realizes we’ve been speaking his language for a while. Then a smile breaks across his face.

  “The brotherhood is going to hate that they can’t whisper about you when you’re around.”

  “And what would they have to whisper about.”

  “Jealousy.” He pulls me forward so I’m leaning over him, knees still on the ground, his cock against my stomach. “Because you’re mine.”

  He’s still hard.

  Another difference between sian and Human men.

  I slip my hand between our bodies, stroking him again.

  “You don’t have to— “

  “I know. I want to.” Sliding down, I press against him, sliding his cock between my breasts, stroking him.

  “You know, there are several women at Margot’s who work in pairs.” I lick him again, from base to tip and his cock twitches against my face. “I don’t think I could share you.”

  “There’s no one else I want.”

  I consider telling him I feel the same. But that little voice of fear stops me again.

  Wanting has been my constant companion. Admitting it, my constant fear.

  He’s naked for me and I run my hands down his thighs.

  I want to feel his skin everywhere.

  It’s silly to think my shorts are important, they barely cover my ass, but I want them gone.

  Pushing away from him, I slip them off, swaying my hips in an abbreviated dance.

  His eyes are hungry, watching. He licks his lips and reaches for me… as if I wasn’t his already.

  This time, I don’t sink to the floor. Slinging my legs over him. I straddle him pressing myself to him, letting him feel how wet he’s made me.

  He pushes up, sliding his cock against me. I don’t think it’s a conscious movement. His body wants mine as much as mine wants his.

  The only thing between us is that soaked scrap of silk.

  It’s not so much a barrier as a reminder. I know just how easy it would be to push aside, to take him inside of me.

  It’s dangerous. But what is life without risk?

  Arms around his neck, I kiss him, pouring all of the frustration I feel into it. Doing my best to keep from grinding on him too hard.

  His hands on my hips don’t try to stop me, but he breaks away from my lips, dropping his head so our foreheads rest together. “I want you so badly….”

  He picks me up, slides me back to the ground and fists himself. “I don’t want to risk giving into the temptation.”

  I watch as his face contorts in pain, as he moves in a rougher grip than I would have attempted.

  I run my nails alo
ng his balls, they tighten quicker than I expected.

  His second load lands on my breasts. Warm and sticky. Less forceful than the first.

  Swiping my fingers over my breast, I suck his come from them. “See how much nicer it is when you give me what I want?”

  I don’t point out that we could have been doing this all along.

  The rules have changed.

  Four months ago, something like this would have probably sent me running.

  But I have no intention of going anywhere.

  DRIFT

  I’m still seeing stars as she licks the last of my come from her fingers.

  But I’m not so far out of it that I’ve forgotten about the hand she had snaked down between her legs.

  She’s kept me from leaning forward until now. And it’s my turn.

  I push her back, just enough so I can scoop her into my arms and turn her, so she’s the one on the sofa.

  She’s short enough that she’s lying nearly all the way down. Only her head is propped up. It’s the perfect angle to look at me. And I want her to watch.

  “I’ve wanted to taste you since the moment I saw you step onto that stage.

  “Then you’d better make up for lost time.”

  I drag my pants back on. Sealing myself up so that neither of us can get too carried away this time.

  And before I drop to my knees, to take the place she’s vacated, I drag the flimsy silk panties from her legs and toss them to the pile of her other clothes. Leaving her completely naked and open to me.

  And if I can’t bury my cock in her pussy, I’ll settle for the taste of her on my tongue.

  For now.

  She’s wet from playing with herself, and I stroke one finger up her, imagining how easily I could slide into her right now.

  I’m already hard again, and there’s a haze of lust in her eyes that makes me think she might be reckless enough to let me.

  But I’d never forgive myself.

  “I just want to taste you.” I say it low enough, I’m not sure she hears me.

  But it’s a reminder for me, more than it is a reassurance to her.

  She nods. “I want that too.”

  It’s a jerking movement. Her eyes hooded. And I wonder… just how long it’s been.

  But asking would just be my ego, searching for an empty prize.

  Kissing the inside of her thigh, I don’t let myself devour her. Don’t let myself take from her the way I desperately want.