ALIEN SHIFTER ROMANCE: Alien Tigers - The Complete Series (Alien Invasion Abduction Shapeshifter Romance) (Paranormal Science Fiction Fantasy Anthologies & Short reads)

by Tanya Jolie

  He knows I’m watching him look at me.

  Raine was breathing fast when she turned round, her breasts heaving as she stared into Antony’s green eyes.

  “I should go,” he said in a voice dripping with sexual charge.

  “I don’t fucking think so!” she replied, shocking them both. Within the space of two heartbeats, Raine had stepped down out of her shoes, dropped her glass on a table and grabbed Antony by the lapels. “You want me? You got me!” she said and reached up to grab his head.

  Their lips met in a wet wrestle, almost battling for supremacy. Raine moaned as she felt him suck on her lower lip, followed by the top one. His tongue flicked across her lips, demanding admittance. She allowed him through. Raine’s hot mouth opened, allowing Antony to penetrate her with his tongue. His hands pulled her against him, and she moaned again when she felt his iron hard body against her. His tongue filled her mouth, lapping against her own as she fisted her hands in his hair and pulled him to her as if the world were going to end.

  Raine broke the kiss, panting and red-faced, and searched his features. They were an inch apart, and he kept sucking at her mouth. Blood coursed through her veins, and her heart beat like never before.

  “I wanted you…” Antony declared with a kiss, “as soon as…” he kissed her again, “I saw you this morning.” His mouth covered hers again, and she thrust her tongue in his mouth this time. Her hands ran down his shoulders and dragged at his jacket, which came off easily. Antony cast it aside, while he sucked her tongue.

  “You should have said so,” Raine told him. “I wanted you then too.” The heat built between them with their admissions, and Raine started undoing the buttons on his shirt until he ripped it off himself, sending the buttons flying across the room. Her hands roamed over the flat, hard planes of his chest, grabbing his ribs and scratching her nails down his sinewy back. Their mouths were still locked to each other as Antony drew the zipper on her dress slowly down. His strong fingers delved inside, finding the skin he had wanted to touch all day.

  “I have had a hard time keeping my hands off you since you boarded the plane earlier.” Antony told her as he dragged kisses along her jawline, up to her ear. Raine was starting to lose herself. Tingles flowed across her skin, starting wherever he touched and darting down to the deepest part of her abdomen.

  Antony kissed his way down her neck, nuzzling her collarbone, which made her gasp, before making his way back up the other side of her neck. He sucked little bits of her soft skin in between his lips and nipped at them, making Raine moan. When he reached her face again, his tongue entered her mouth once more. His hands managed to slide the top half of her dress down and now roved freely over her naked skin, exploring her curves and squeezing gently at various areas.

  “Antony,” she breathed.

  “Oui, mon cher?” he said, slipping into French. She smiled.

  “I want you,” she panted. “Badly.” Antony trailed his tongue down her throat and kissed his way to her cleavage, kneading her heavy breasts through her bra. Raine tossed her head back and cried out at his touch. He reached round and undid the clasp, freeing her from the confines of her bra.

  “Yes, baby,” she moaned as he kissed each breast in turn, supporting and kneading the heavy orb,s while she scratched his arms. “That feels so good.” Electric shocks pulsed from her nipples when he kissed his way around her areolas, lapping at her stiff nipples with the blade of his tongue. Bringing her body to new heights of pleasure.

  Her belly throbbed hard with her heartbeat as Antony teased her breasts, working his way round the outside of her nipples which ached to be touched. When he finally took her right nipple into his mouth, sucking gently as he pulled his head back, she almost came.

  “Holy shit! How did you do that?” Antony just gave her his grin and stood back up.

  “Strip,” he ordered, and another flush of heat washed through her. She stepped away from him and let the rest of her dress fall to the floor, kicking it away and turning her back on him. She had chosen a small pair of black, lace panties, which disappeared in the deep valley between her ass cheeks. Wantonly, Raine slid her thumbs down the sides of her panties and slowly slid them down her butt and over her thighs. Glancing back, she saw Antony was glued to the show she was giving him, his eyes riveted to the apex of her thighs as she slid her panties off completely.

  By the time she had turned back around, Antony had stripped his lower half off as well and stood before her in his naked glory. His penis twitched almost every time his eyes took in another piece of her.

  “You are beautiful,” he told her. She crooked a finger at him, and they moved to the bed, laying facing each other. She leaned in and sucked at his lips before making her way down his neck and further down his body. She rolled him onto his back and licked at his nipples, while her hand roved across his taut abdomen. His breathing was becoming ragged as she worked her way further down, circling his cock with one hand.

  “Raine...no...” Her head came up from where she had been kissing the deep valleys between his abdominal muscles, and she watched his face as her hand ran up and down the length of his burning cock. His eyes became unfocussed as she rubbed her hand up and down, and when he finally closed them, she took the head of his penis into her mouth, sucking as she bobbed her head.

  Antony moaned deep and long as she worked her magic on him, licking and sucking the velvety head as he tried not to grind his hips.

  “Raine, stop...I’m going to...Raine! Ahh...”

  I never do this! I never do this! What the hell am I doing?

  Antony came, hard, his hips bucking against her face as she sucked down every last drop of the hot semen which exploded from him. When he had finished, he looked at her with something like reverence in his eyes. He pulled her to him and kissed her deeply, tasting himself in her mouth.

  “That was fucking awesome,” he told her, “I can’t believe how good that felt.” Raine lay back, her breasts rolling up to lie in big circles on her chest. Antony took her hand and kissed the knuckles, as he had done a few times that day. Unlike the other times, however, he carried on kissing his way up, past her shoulder and to her neck. His hand caressed her belly, feeling the firm roundness of it beneath his fingers. He kissed her nipples, taking each one into his mouth and making her moan.

  Antony changed positions, kneeling between her legs as he planted kisses all over her belly and sides, kissing her hips and the tops of her thighs. Raine moaned and panted, writhing as he worked his way teasingly towards her burning center. He lifted her legs and opened her to him, looking down at her soaking pussy hungrily.

  Antony locked his eyes on hers as he kissed the inside of her right knee and worked his way down. She felt his warm mouth on her most intimate area and cried out when his tongue grazed across the top of her ultra-sensitive clit. Antony lapped at her clit with long, slow strokes of his tongue, sending waves of pleasure up through her whole body. Raine could feel her thighs start to shake as the power of the orgasm she was about to have smashed through her. She scratched his head and sat up, her eyes wide as she came with a loud cry.

  “Holy shit!” she squeaked, “I’ve never come as hard as that in my life.”

  “Then wait until you try this,” he told her. Andrew raised one of her legs over his shoulder and ran his fingers down the inner thigh of her other leg.

  “What are you going to...?” She trailed off with a deep groan of sheer pleasure as his fingers dipped inside her pussy, and he hooked them up, pressing on her G-spot. That moan turned into a series of squeaks as Antony rubbed his fingers over her soft insides, slamming them up against her G-spot faster and faster as she thrashed on the bed.

  She grabbed handfuls of the sheets in her fists, the pleasure almost becoming pain as his fingers worked inside her. She could feel the intensity of another orgasm building inside her, completely different this time, but no less intense.

  “Oh God, oh God, ohGodohGodohGod...!” Raine’s body lifted from the
bed as she came. Liquid shot from her pussy to soak her leg and the bed – and Antony – as she came.

  “Yes, baby, come for me,” Antony said, but his words were lost to her as she floated on a sea of utter delight. Jolts shook her body, sending ripples through her ample flesh.

  When she managed to open her eyes, Raine looked into the most beautiful pair of green eyes she had ever seen.

  “Antony,” she said in a sleepy voice, “Can we do that again?”

  He chuckled and pulled her to him. “Maybe tomorrow, mon amour.”

  THE END

  Billionaire Seduction: Temptation

  A Billionaire Romance

  Temptation

  Raine woke in a strange bed, the disorientation making her frightened for a second until she recalled the private jet, expensive dinner and incredible sex she had had the night before. After meeting Antony DuBesne in the gym of a hotel – she had actually gatecrashed the gym, much to the anger of the receptionist there – and discovered he had reserved the entire hotel. Even in the small town of Crutch Junction that kind of thing was unheard of.

  Raine looked about the Houston hotel room she had spent the night in search of the man she had slept with.

  But did he actually sleep with you Rainey? Therein lies the rub.

  “Antony?” She called. No response came, so she decided it was safe to get up. Crossing the palatial room was nerve wracking. Raine had the feeling a group of men was about to burst in and watch her with their mouths gaping open as she wobbled to the bathroom. This room was well-appointed too, with a very inviting bathtub she wanted to relax and sooth her aching muscles in. A crimson flush crept up her neck and face as she remembered what she had done to make her muscles ache so much. Antony might be a tease, keep secrets and have a pitifully bad sense of humor, but he was gifted as a lover. Raine turned on the shower, recalling the moment she ejaculated last night and something deep in her abdomen pulled.

  Antony, Antony, Antony. Where did you learn to do that? And are you likely to do it again?

  Warm water flowed over her curves, caressing her big, natural breasts before sliding over her round belly and finally coursing down her ample thighs and butt. Not the fattest girl in the U.S., Raine was certainly no size zero and was perfectly happy to be bigger.

  Embarrassment hit her again when she realized she only had the clothes she had worn on their date last night, and not aware of the protocol in situations like this – she had never slept with a man on the first date before – she couldn’t be sure what people might think of her.

  What people, Rainey? There was only you and him here last night.

  Dressing quickly, but at least making an effort to look as clean and unruffled as she could, Raine made her way out into the main area of the penthouse, hoping to find Antony.

  Dismay crawled up through her, however, when she was confronted by the tall, slim blond woman with incredible legs who sat at the large table in one corner sipping coffee.

  “Bonjour!” the woman said brightly. She was almost wearing a thin, silk robe, but it had only been loosely tied.

  Raine could see her muscular belly and legs, her pert little breasts cupped in expensive lace, and her obviously shaven crotch nestled in something the size of a postage stamp.

  “Coffee?” Her accent, like Antony’s, was French, but hers was much broader, deeper as if she was French rather than having been educated there.

  “Yes please,” Raine muttered as she dragged herself over towards where the French woman sat.

  You fucking idiot, Raine. You saw the pictures on the Internet. Every one of the other women Antony was with looked just like her.

  But if that’s true, why spend so much time and money on me?

  He’s obviously loaded. Money means nothing to his type, and he wanted to see what it was like to hump a porker!

  Raine shook her head, trying to dislodge the nasty little part of her subconscious that seemed to hate her so much.

  “There you go,” Miss French Perfection said, pushing a cup towards Raine. Her accent made it sound like ‘Zere you go,’ but Raine made no comment. “You are waiting for Antony, yes?” she added.

  Raine took a deep breath preparing to hear the worst. “Yup, that’s me, waiting for Antony. Got any idea where he is?” She asked, not really wanting the answer. French Perfection tossed her head, making her tight little curls bounce.

  “I think he is in his room, taking a shower.” She looked at Raine. “I am Celine, his assistant.”

  Raine felt a little better after hearing that. “Raine,” She said, offering her hand, “I’m...” What was she? Raine had no clue at the moment, “A journalist.” Celine frowned.

  “You are doing a story on Antony?” she asked in confusion. “I was not told.”

  Raine grimaced. “Not so much doing a story on Antony as...doing Antony. If you see what I mean?”

  Celine laughed.

  “You are very funny,” she observed.

  “So they tell me.” Raine countered.

  “So this is good then. Antony has been alone for so long, and now he has a pretty young girl to keep him company.” It sounded wholly condescending to Raine, but it might just have been Celine’s accent. “I am glad to meet you, Raine.”

  They drank coffee in silence for a few minutes before Celine said, “It looked as if you were upset when you first come out here. Why?”

  Raine paused before answering. “I did wonder if you and Antony were...”

  Celine laughed again. “Antony is not like this,” she said. “He would not do something like this to two women. He is too much of a gentleman.” Celine ran her eyes up and down Raine’s physique. “And if I am telling the truth,” she added salaciously, “you are more my type than he is. If you see what I mean.” She smiled and stretched. “I must go and change, darling. I think we have to be leaving very soon.” With those final words, Celine prowled across the penthouse and into the third room.

  Raine sighed, wondering what kind of weird, mixed-up people she was getting involved in.

  The elevator doors pinged to admit a pair of tuxedo wearing men, who pushed a pair of trolleys across to the table. They unloaded a mass of food before Raine and promptly left after biding her a quiet good morning. She buttered a slice of toast and was about to eat when a door opened, and there he was. Raine’s stomach clenched at the sight of him – and the memory of what he did to her last night – and she felt as if she should stand up for some odd reason. Antony took two steps into the room and halted, looking up at her with a huge smile lighting up his face.

  “Mon amour, you are even more beautiful than I remember,” he said, and Raine smiled in return. Antony crossed the penthouse and laid his hands gently on Raine’s shoulders, drawing her to him.

  Raine felt the hardness of his body pressed against her soft curves and relished the contact. Antony had a sinewy yet muscular physique without an ounce of fat to cover the rock hardness of his frame. He brought his lips to hers, warm and soft, before sliding his tongue into her mouth. He tasted of toothpaste, mouthwash and something which was purely Antony, and Raine was hooked.

  Antony pulled back and spoke in a husky voice, “I wish we had the time to carry on from last night, ma fille sexy, but unfortunately I have to return to Crutch Junction. There are a few meetings I have to go to.” He took her hand and kissed her knuckles. “Help yourself to breakfast. I want you to keep your stamina up.” Antony’s grin made Raine blush, and he laughed. “So beautiful. So sexy,” he told her.

  The three of them, Raine, Celine and Antony, were aboard the Learjet less than an hour later and soon after in the air, streaking through the Texas sky towards Raine’s hometown.

  Although she had been dreading the flight again, Antony’s presence was a calming one, and even though he was busy talking to Celine and sorting through his emails, he made sure he held her hand and kissed her fingers from time to time.

  Carson greeted them at the airfield with the dove gray and chrome of t
he car polished and without a speck of the dust which blew unimpeded across Crutch Junction. Celine slid into the front seat beside him while Antony and Raine sat in the rear. Antony twined his fingers with Raine’s as they made the short drive to her mother’s house.

  “Will you let me take you out again tonight?” Antony asked, looking as if he might be denied.

  “Sure,” Raine said. Leaning in for a kiss, she made sure her breasts pressed into his arm and chest. She twirled her tongue around his lips, and he groaned.

  “What you do to me!” he cried in mock despair.

  ***

  Raine nervously stepped through the door to her mother’s house. She hadn’t planned on being away all night, and even though Antony had hired someone to come and spend some time with her, she still felt guilty for not being there.

  “Mom?” She called crossing the threshold.

  “Hello, Raine.” Her mother actually sounded cheerful, making her feel a little better. Raine found her in what had been the family room when she was growing up, snipping coupons from a paper. “Come and look at this!” her mother cried happily. “Seventy-five cents off of orange juice!”

  Raine smiled even as a little more of her hope died – she had hoped her mother’s condition would miraculously get better somehow – her mother couldn’t stand orange juice.

  “That’s great, mom,” Raine told her, trying to control her voice. “Maybe we can go shopping later and get some.”