Taming the Alien King: Sci-Fi Alien Royalty Romance (Intergalactic Lurve Book 1)
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Walking closer, he pressed a soft kiss to my upturned lips. “Something like that.”
“And I can have one?”
“Fuck. You can have them all if you want.” He shrugged. “But I meant which one do you want to ride right now?”
“That one. Definitely.” Bouncing on my feet, I pointed to the incredibly streamlined, matte silver, space-aged ride.
X chose a glossy low-slung beast with super fat tires that looked encased in black acrylic.
We mounted after strapping on helmets, and I revved my throttle, the roaring engine music to my ears.
Leaving the Valkrane warriors behind, we cruised from the structure out into the bright suns’ light. My tinted visor protected my eyes, but all I cared about was the bike between my thighs and . . . oh holy fuck . . . we were hovering on top of the land!
A giggle pushed from my throat, echoing the thrum surging through my body.
X grinned, tilted his head, and zoomed off. I had no choice and no other thought but to follow him, head low, handlebars in my clasp.
Zipping above land until we hit a road and gently lowered down even though we still rode at screaming speeds, the thrill of a life shot straight through me and just wouldn’t quit.
The road seemed endless, curving steeply, plunging deeply. We zoomed past lights and buildings, the forest . . . and a city shimmered like an oasis in the distance.
“Where are the other vehicles?” I shouted at X, my words streaming to him like wind from my lips.
“I had the highway closed for us.”
“Such a king.”
“Anything for the future queen.”
Whizzing ahead, I laughed. Racing him, I let the sheer velocity of the hyperspeed bike inject me with total vitality.
X overtook me, leading the way off the road so we once again flew through air—down, down, down as the air smelled more and more briny. And finally, we stopped, dismounting on a deserted strand of beach.
“That was so righteous!” Throwing off my helmet, I jumped into X’s arms. “Our very own ocean?”
“The Idris Sea. And that’s not all.” Lowering me, he showed me to a pavilion covered in fluttering white fabric.
Inside, a picnic had been laid—pillows and throws scattered across the sand.
I couldn’t even take it all in. My heart drummed in my chest, not just because of the ride, but because X was showing me something new . . . something sweet.
The white sand glittered, and it was soft as fine silt when I took off my boots to dig my toes in. I breathed deeply, gazing over the azure blue water with gentle white-cresting waves.
X wrapped his arms around me from behind, lowering his chin to my shoulder. I felt his smile as he nuzzled my neck, a touch that made me shiver. The four suns above lit a painterly sky, and the two moons slumbered just off the far horizon.
“Let me guess. The King’s Beach? And the road was the King’s Highway?”
Turning, he pointed out the palace right behind us. “I took us on the long route down. Knew you’d enjoy the ride.”
Speechless, I tilted my head back and back. This was the first time I’d gotten a good look at the palace from the outside. Definitely no medieval castle, the immense building stretched to the sky. The glare from the many spires was so bright I had to shade my eyes, and as I watched the structures . . . shifted?
“Wait. Did it just move?”
“A security measure.” His forearms tightened around me. “To keep the royal chambers always secret in case of invasion.”
A chill went through my veins. “But that hasn’t happened at the new palace, has it?”
“No. And we’re not going to worry about it today.” Lifting me in his arms, he carried me to the pavilion. “Now, meehri, let me feed you.”
I sat between his legs with my back against his chest, and he took his time feeding me succulent morsels of exotic food I was beginning to recognize. When I was finished, I lifted his hand back to my mouth. Slowly licking his fingers clean, I listened to his breathing drop to a low rasp. I couldn’t see his eyes, but I knew they’d be hot, hungry.
X vowed he’d return me to Earth after seven days if I didn’t want to stay. Now, as I leaned against his broad chest, I couldn’t imagine any other life, but I still wasn’t sure I deserved him.
Replete, I lay beside him, a breeze sifting over us like a soft caress. We held hands and kissed gently and watched the ocean lap the shore.
“Is the weather always so perfect?” The air was pleasantly warm, not too hot, not too cold.
“There are some pretty fierce storms during the nusoon season.”
“Nusoon season?”
“The third quarter of the Zenithian year. The weather can get violent.”
“Not today though. It’s almost like Malibu.” I smiled as his arm curled me closer.
I gazed out over the seashore again then shot up with a shout. “Or maybe not. What the what?”
My brain possibly ’sploded, because not thirty feet away a flock of humongous winged beasts flapped down to the edge of the surf.
“What the fuck are those!” My eyes almost popped out of my head as the creatures drew in their multicolored wings, the crests on their heads speared by a white spiraling horn, their hindquarters all My Little Pony.
No shit. Unless I’d drunk too much liquor again.
Sitting up next to me, X watched the animal-birds caw and gallop along the water’s edge. “They’re called—”
I slapped his shoulder. “Wait! Lemme guess. They’re like a cross between a phoenix and a unicorn so I’m calling them . . . unix.”
“What about phoenacorn?”
“I like unix better.” Grasping his hand, I stared avidly at the beautiful creatures. “Do they shit rainbows?”
“As a matter of fact, they do.”
“Bull.”
X and I laughed, and one of the unix angled its feathered head in our direction.
“Can I have one?” Batting my eyelashes, I pouted prettily.
“No.” Chuckling, X lounged back. “They stay wild and free. Like you, meehri.”
Wild. Free.
The unix galloped along the shore until—as one—they took flight, huge bright wings spread, soaring majestically.
“They’re amazing.” I flopped back.
X flipped above me, running a fingertip down my cheek. “You’re amazing.”
“Am I? Because I thought you were already tired of me. When you didn’t want any sexy times last night . . .”
Wild? More like weak.
His expression sharp, he peered into my eyes. “I just wanted to give you a choice, Prairie.” He clasped my hand against his chest. “I want you more than ever. I’m aching for you every minute, but,” his head lowered, his voice too, “I need to know you want me just as much.”
“You’ve always given me a choice, X.”
I was definitely falling for him.
Who am I kidding? I’m not queen material. I’m nothing more than a delinquent former street kid . . .
“I want you too,” I whispered, shutting away the needling thoughts. “And not just for your super fine body.”
His slow smile sent shivers through me. “Good. Because I was beginning to feel objectified.”
A hunky man-alien king with exactly my sense of humor. I could do way worse.
I hopped to my feet. “Let’s skinny dip so I can objectify you some more.”
X shucked my clothes and his before I even had time to say I’m kidding, which was a good thing because I wasn’t kidding at all.
He towed me along to the water’s edge after a long perusal of my naked body I returned in kind.
Just before we waded in, I asked, “Promise no Loch Ness monsters?”
“Nope. Just me.” He hefted me into his arms then tossed me into the sea.
I rose in a spray of warm water, the waves lapping my waist. “Oh. It’s on, alien boy!”
X dashed into the ocean with a bellow. Then his
body arched high before he knifed into the waves.
Plunging under, I swam in his direction, trying to locate him. His hand locked around my ankle first, and he drew me to him before breaking the surface with a roar. His wet hair sent spray across my face, and he lifted me in his arms.
I locked my hands on top of his head and ducked him under. He didn’t come up immediately for air. Damn alien probably didn’t need to breathe anyway. Instead—oh—his shoulders slid under my thighs, and his face burrowed against my pussy. He tongued me underwater, holding my shaking chest above the waves. And the ocean wasn’t the only thing that was wet.
It didn’t take long. My body had been deprived of his touch last night.
Oh My Orgasm.
I was surprised I didn’t cause a tidal wave when X pulsed his tongue against my clit at the same time he drove two fingers inside of me. Drops of water slipped from my hair to my shoulders to my breasts, and I reached below to pull him up.
He surfaced with a fountain of salty water, hauling me into his arms. His slippery hot kiss drew out my climax as I shuddered against him.
“Baby.” Tearing away from his lips, I whimpered.
He strode from the sea with me in his arms, and he lay me down on the blankets. I blinked against the suns, my sight filled with his majestic form as he remained standing.
Every single hard muscle delineated and wet, X looked forbidding. The heat of his gaze set my body on fire again. I crawled toward him and placed my hands on his thighs.
“I still can’t believe you’re three hundred-and-then-some years old.” Not with a cock like his that wouldn’t quit.
“Your aging will start slowing soon too. A benefit of being on Zenithia.” Reaching down, he trailed a finger along my neck.
Unable to resist, I leaned forward to lick a long path up the sturdy rod of hard flesh jutting from his groin. His cock pulsed against my tongue, hot and flushed with blood. At the tip I tasted the clear fluid pumping from the slit. The taste divine, I lapped at him again.
Hands thrust into my damp hair, X yanked my head back. He dragged me to my feet, pinning me against him.
“Enough talking, meehri.”
“I agree.” After slanting a kiss across his mouth, I leaned back. “Now we fuck.”
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
X
NOW WE FUCK.
Prairie’s words seared my mind, settled low in my balls.
We managed to get dressed hastily—she might’ve ended up with my shirt swamping her much smaller form—and we barely squealed the hyper-speed vehicles to a stop before latching onto one another again.
She wound her arms around my neck and jumped into my arms.
Dex, Jedrek, and Magnar hung behind at a semi respectful distance as I stalked the halls to Prairie’s and my private rooms. I had no words of greeting for any of the guards, solely intent on seeing to my woman.
Although I heard my closest comrades:
“Finally, right?”
“Rock Paper Scissors to decide who keeps guard and has to listen to them going at it all night long.”
“I think it’s sweet.”
“If scratches down your back are sweet.”
The doors slid shut in their faces, and I trusted them to keep us safe because I had much better things to do.
Prairie.
As soon as I set her down, I shredded the garb from her body, quickly ripping through my own.
I tossed her onto the bed, following right after her. “I won’t be gentle the first time.”
“I don’t want you to be.”
Her arousal high, she kicked up her hips. The naked wet lush reality of her was a punch to my gut.
I kneeled back, urging her legs wider, my hands running up and down her inner thighs. With both thumbs, I teased the swollen edges of her pussy. She writhed beneath me, hands cupping and caressing her bountiful tits, plucking and twisting her engorged nipples.
Grasping the root of my cock, I swiped the stalk all around her slick labia. I tapped her precious little clit with the bloated crown.
“Give it to me!” she insisted in a throaty tone.
“You’re a demanding wench.” Pulling back, I speared into her with one endless thrust.
“Oh fu-uck!”
My inhuman growl cut through her scream. Her insides made way for my unyielding cock, and it felt like I was burrowing into pure molten pleasure.
I looked up from watching her stretched cunt meeting my groin. Prairie’s back arched, and she froze with a howl on her lips.
Her pussy rippled around me, contracting as she came instantly.
A bead of sweat dripped from my chin onto her belly, and before she could come down from her climax, I pulled back, leaving her cunt clutching at air. Then I heaved all the way inside, forcing her to take me over and over again even as her channel continually spasmed around me.
Rising up, I stared down into Prairie’s green eyes—blinded with pleasure. I yanked at her hair, kissed at her neck, bit at her lips. And with my fangs descending, I rolled her knees up to her chest, pinning her folded legs against her bouncing tits.
A wild sneer of lust curled my lips.
I pulled entirely out of her.
I braced my arms beside her head.
With a shout that would summon the Gods, I slammed into her. The drilling impact of my cock ramming straight down into her sent a bolt of fire from my balls to my cockhead.
Prairie clawed at my forearms, digging her nails in.
With her bent in half, I piledrived her into oblivion.
A series of pummeling thrusts later, and my neck craned back, my body flexed hard.
Heat zipped through my groin and speared straight through my cock. With an unholy roar, I came and came. Still fucking Prairie through the atmospheric pleasure. With loads of milky substance all over my cock and seeping out of her, I continued to plow her.
Ragged breaths expelled from my lungs. I eased her legs down, fingers moving to the swollen heated buds cresting her breasts.
Prairie lay as if crucified on the bed, arms flung wide, thighs lewdly spread. I didn’t withdraw from her as I took her chin in my fingers and lapped all over her lips. With a whimper, her legs wrapped around my hips. She returned the kisses with soft forays of her tongue, her hands running up and down my back.
She murmured my name, her pussy milking my still-throbbing shaft. And I lowered my face, dragging my mouth all over her tits. I lapped and sucked. Bit and kissed. I suckled at her teats like a babe from a mother, filling my mouth over and over again with her luscious orbs and leaving marks all over the white mounds. I didn’t leave her breasts until they shined wetly and I’d plucked her nipples as another climax soared through her.
Finally, I dragged my hard cock from her lush cunt with a sucking sound.
Her hips bucked up again as if to retake my length immediately, but I had other ideas, a wealth of fantasies to fulfill first.
Winding my way down her body as her hands slid through my hair then along my shoulders, I stopped at her tidy little bush. I blew a gentle breath against the tight red-gold curls above her smooth pussy. One lick through the soft nest and I was lost in her again.
Her body had absorbed my first load, but she’d be getting many, many more tonight. I tasted only a touch of my maleness on her as I lapped around her hole, pushing a finger into the silky red depths of her cunt. Licking the wetness that seeped from her, I allowed a fang to lightly score one plump labia.
She hissed and gyrated. “Don’t bite me!”
“Never,” I mumbled against her flesh.
I slowly ate her, planting my face against her. I teased her over and over with my fangs, and the slight possibility of me nicking her delicate skin seemed to make her even hotter as she thrashed beneath me.
I took her with my mouth and fingers until she squirted, her body vibrating, and I groaned, happily imbibing all the liquid she spilled.
I could wait no longer to be inside Prairie again.
With a hand fisted in her curly hair, I curved her back into a sensual bow, holding her to me as I unleashed torrent after torrent of seed deep against her womb.
Later she rode me as I mauled her tits, and I blasted into her again and again.
I couldn’t get enough.
Could never get enough.
We fucked on the balcony overlooking the Idris Sea, Prairie’s wails of pleasure released to the night sky and the two moons.
I took her in the bath, gentling the rhythm to a long slow stroke into her then an agonizingly teasing withdrawal until Prairie panted deliriously and I groaned continuously.
Naked and drying, I carried her to the bed. The furs had been changed sometime during the night while we fucked elsewhere in the chambers. I lay her down, quickly sliding next to her because I didn’t want to lose the feel of her body against mine.
“This is what comes to mind when I think of your name, Prairie.” My fingers trailed through the soft puff of pretty red curls above her mound.
Her laugh was low and husky. “You have a one-track mind.”
“Not true.” Braced above her, I traced every place I adored on her. “I also love your tits, your ass, your freckles . . . and especially your spirit, meehri.”
“Mmmm.” She stretched and purred beneath my touch. “Anyway, I’m not waxing bare, you freaky deviant alien.”
“That’s not what I want either.” Rolling to my back, I drew her on top of me. I brushed my fingers through the hair at her temple. “The color of a suns’ set over the Idris . . . There’s no one like you, Prairie.”
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Prairie
LISTENING TO MY man waxing poetical about the color of my pubes, and I found it . . . endearing? I blamed total happy exhaustion and being high on endorphins for my sudden lack of cynicism and sarcasm, because no doubt about it I was thoroughly fucked, and fucked beyond belief.