ROMANCE: ALIEN ROMANCE: Captured by the Alien Dragon (Alpha Male Alien Abduction BBW Romance) (Bad Boy Shifter Fantasy Romance)

by Natalie Frost

  Rodney unbuttoned her pants and she raised her hips so he could pull them off and toss them to floor. He spread her legs wide and his mouth found her clitoris as he began to suck…gently at first and then faster and harder as Claire’s moans and cries of pleasure grew louder and closer together. Her whole body tensed and she cried out in passion as she reached her climax, grabbing his head and grinding her crotch against his face. Rodney kissed his way back up her body to her mouth and they both shared in the taste of her arousal.

  “Please fuck me,” Claire crooned, her voice drunk with desire.

  She didn’t have to tell him twice. Rodney hurriedly removed his pants and threw them to floor. He spread her legs, again and looked down at her fully exposed mound, dripping with the juices of her orgasm. He entered her slowly, closing his eyes and moaning with pleasure. Then, he sped up his rhythm, thrusting into her, hard and fast as Claire bit her lip and scratched his back, begging him for more. He fucked her to another orgasm, and as her walls tightened around him, it sent him over the edge. He shot his load deep inside of her and collapsed onto her, burying his face in her neck as his member throbbed inside of her. Slowly, they drifted off to sleep together.

  The next morning when Rodney woke up, he quickly rolled off the sofa and put back on his clothes. Claire was lying fast asleep on the sofa and Rodney could understand that after all the stuff that she’d gone through. He leaned over her and kissed her. His last kiss before he would leave. Apparently, Claire had other ideas because her arms came around Rodney’s neck securely.

  “Going somewhere?” She questioned him, smugly.

  “I didn’t want to wake you up,” Rodney admitted.

  “Well, now you’re not going anywhere,” Claire smiled teasingly at Rodney.

  “Let me make us some breakfast, even though it will probably mean emptying the whole fridge for you.”

  Claire paused right before putting her bra on which was fine by Rodney. She gave herself a face palm.

  “Of course, why don’t we wash up first?” she suggested.

  “Care for a shower?” he asked.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  The aromas of freshly baked muffins, pancakes, grilled bacon, cooked sausages, and hash browns filled the kitchen. Coffee was brewing as well. It wasn’t Claire alone doing all of the cooking; he’d been helping her where he could and trying not to get into her way. They loaded the food onto platters and serving bowls and set the table up.

  “We should do this more often,” Rodney suggested.

  “You mean everything that happened since yesterday evening or last night? Because for everything that happened since last night could start getting pretty freaky, especially with that Amish guy. That could get a bit risky.”

  “Since just last night, I mean.”

  Claire blushed.

  “I wouldn’t mind that, but let’s take things more slowly from now on.”

  Rodney nodded, a bit disappointed.

  “Well, let’s eat.”

  “So, have you decided what you’re going to say to Jon?”

  Rodney looked her straight in the eye.

  “Yes and I’d love for you to join me when I tell him my decision.”

  “Why?”

  “You’ll see. By the way, you might be the best manager I’ve ever had.”

  Claire shrugged.

  “I guess so, even though I’ve given you very little to no advice at all so far”

  “I love how humble you’ve become as of late,” Rodney sarcastically praised.

  They finished eating and watched a comedy movie in the den. Although the movie made them cringe with laughter, when the credits began to roll, they knew it was time to return to real life.

  “Isn’t it about time that we go to Jon’s house to tell him your decision?” Claire reminded Rodney

  Suddenly Rodney was all business.

  “Let me call before we go.” He said in a low tone.

  Rodney called to let Jon know they’d be coming by in around 15 minutes and Jon said that was fine by him. Rodney knew that breaking the news to Jon would be emotional but in his heart he knew he was making the right decision. If he ever had kids, how could he set a decent example for them as he fought others for a career? There was no way he would want to be known as a man that sent people who wouldn’t stay out of his way into hospitals. Rodney had lived that lifestyle and didn’t want anything like that anymore.

  It was with a heavy heart that he left the house, dreading every step that had to be taken. Claire pressed into Rodney from behind him and lovingly touched his cheek.

  “Come on,” she said gently, “let’s get going.”

  Rodney listened and they both got into the Bugatti.

  “You must be cruel to keep making me sit in this car and expect me to be able to go back to using regular transportation in the future.”

  Claire’s attempt at humor was met with just a tight, nervous smile from the large man.

  Ten minutes later, Jon’s mansion loomed up in front of them with a towering ten-foot tall, wrought iron gate surrounding the house and grounds. They slipped out of the car and stopped at the locked gate doors. A camera was perched on the top of the gate with a small microphone and button for talking into.

  Rodney simply shouted at the camera,

  “It’s me, open up Nix!”

  The gates slowly swung open and Rodney saw Claire’s eyes widening at the sight she saw. Roses, violets, chrysanthemums, and daisies were assorted neatly in a semicircle around the mansion. Gargoyles seemed to be inserted in random spots in the garden. Rows of trees flanked the colossal structure. In the middle of the garden was a marble fountain, spewing clear water high in the air. It was almost melodic in the silence. That was until Jon barreled through the front door. He jogged toward them, narrowly missing a few of his own flowers until he came to a stop a few feet from them.

  “Nice entrance, man,” Rodney said sarcastically.

  “Thanks, I’ve been working on it ever since you called.”

  The two men both had a good laugh at that and then Rodney became serious once again. After today, he hoped that they would still be friends, always making excuses to enjoy each other’s company. That possibility depended on how well Jon took the news that Rodney had for him. So far so good, Jon looked to be in a gleeful mood.

  “Jon, meet my . . . girlfriend, Claire. Claire, this is my training partner and friend, John.”

  Claire raised her eyebrows at Rodney when he said girlfriend and he knew he was going to be bashed later on for that.

  “Nice to meet you, Claire,” Jon politely greeted.

  “Likewise,” Claire returned.

  “Claire, Rodney’s told me so much about you.”

  “Really?” Claire asked in a clueless tone.

  “No but it just felt like the right thing to say to fill up the awkward silence that follows after introductions when no one knows what else to say.”

  A laugh escaped Claire’s mouth.

  “He is literally just as goofy as you!” She said to Rodney.

  Rodney shrugged.

  “Who knows? Maybe that is where I get my goofiness from.”

  Jon smiled, taking the statement as a compliment.

  “Let’s get inside or would you guys like to sit on the patio out back?” Jon asked.

  The sky was a cloudless, clear blue.

  “The porch sounds fine,” Claire approved.

  The trio walked all the way around the house and stepped underneath the shade of the patio. The sun wasn’t too strong but when they found shelter, Jon felt much better.

  The backyard stretched out in all directions as far as the eye could see and a small hangar lay far ahead. Jon gestured for them to take their seats at the patio table. Claire’s focus still remained on the hangar in the far distance.

  “What’s in there?” She asked, unable to control her curiosity.

  “My private jet. On the other end of my property is a runway that I use. You guys want some
thing to drink?”

  Jon pressed a button next to the back door of the house and yelled,

  “Nix, can you prepare lemonade or fruit punch for our guests?”

  Rodney appreciated that Jon was casually talking about his wealth like it was nothing. He’d grown up from a normal family. If there was one thing that Rodney knew about kids who’d worked hard for an indulging lifestyle, it was that they bragged about everything. Jon hadn’t turned out like that and neither had Rodney.

  Jon turned around and took his seat at the end of the table. Rodney and Claire were seated on opposite sides from each other. Jon clasped his hands onto the table.

  “So what was it that you wanted to discuss?” Jon curiously inquired.

  A longhaired woman, holding a pitcher of lemonade with ice cubes, approached. On the platter that she held with both hands, were three glasses alongside the pitcher. Rodney knew this was Nix, Jon’s housekeeper. She set the platter onto the table and curtsied out of respect.

  “No need for that,” Jon chortled. “We aren’t living in the 1800s anymore but thanks anyway.”

  Nix nodded and embarrassedly shuffled away.

  “Probably it was just a part of the culture she grew up in, making it a tough habit to get rid of,” Claire reasoned.

  Rodney and Jon caught each other’s eye and both raised the glasses to their mouths.

  “Ready, go!” They chorused simultaneously. They downed their glasses in two long gulps. Jon slammed his cup onto the table just before Rodney could.

  “You guys make men seem so immature. What do you gain from competing in everything?” Claire complained.

  “It’s tradition for us,” Rodney explained when he reached for the pitcher once more.

  Suddenly Jon said,

  “Rodney, why do I feel like you and Claire came to tell me something important, besides the fact that you two are now together?

  “How did you know?” Rodney was honestly shocked.

  “Just cut to the chase!”

  “Have Nix bring us some wine?”

  Using the intercom, Jon ordered her to return with a bottle of Le Pin. Nix filled three glasses full and walked away.

  “After thinking about it and going over my options I have come to a final decision about the future of my career as an MMA fighter.” Rodney started slowly. “I will retire from fighting in the octagon and start working with Claire on improving my public image. I hope you approve of my choice, Jon.” He announced.

  For a minute, Jon sat there quietly, clearly thinking hard about what his friend had just told him. Than, suddenly, Jon raised his glass up in a toast.

  “To moving forward,” he said.

  “To moving forward,” Rodney and Claire agreed, simultaneously.

  *****

  THE END

  unBEARable Lust

  CHAPTER ONE

  Navy seals and soldiers are usually a rowdy bunch but tonight they had been extra loud, obnoxious and mentally draining. Lia yawned loudly, heading home from her shift behind the bar, rubbing her sore head as she thought of having to do it all over again tomorrow.

  It was that thought that was on her mind as she stepped out into the road, hoping to cross over to the apartment building where she lived that was just around the corner.

  The car came out of nowhere. The headlights flashed. The tires screeched on the damp surface of the road. Lia screamed and did the only thing she could, raised her hands in order to protect herself from the oncoming vehicle. It was the only thing she had time to think about, that and the fact she knew that she was going to die when the car hit her.

  Then suddenly something hit her from the side, she was thrown onward expecting to land on hard concrete yet she found she landed on something much softer than expected. She’d thought to be thrown backward against the hard surface of the road after being hit by the metal hood of the car yet now she found herself held in the arms of a handsome stranger.

  Her heart pounded so hard and fast that it felt as though it was going to explode out of her chest. She felt a flutter in her stomach as she looked into the deep blue eyes of the man who had saved her life, appearing out of nowhere to pull her out of the way of death itself and land with her on top of him completely unharmed.

  “How…how did you do that?” Lia gasped as she continued to stare at him, taking in every inch of his face. His features were sharp and fierce, his eyes blazed and the corners of his mouth were turned down in a deep frown.

  “Never mind that,” He told her gently as he picked himself up from the ground taking her with him, holding her until she became steady on her feet again, “Are you alright?”

  “I…I’m fine.” Lia replied as she took a mental check of every one of her limbs and organs, knowing that in fact she was better than fine. She was one hundred per cent alive. It was almost unbelievable. A few moments ago she had seen death staring her in the face yet now she was staring into the face of someone who seemed to be a guardian angel.

  “You’re the bar maid from Salty John’s aren’t you?” the man raised an eyebrow looking at her as though he was trying to figure something out about her. Lia had to hold back a gasp as she realized he knew who she was.

  “Yes, I’ve been there a few weeks now.” She admitted feeling suddenly as though she was on display. Heat burned between her thighs at the intense smoky look he gave her.

  “I’m guessing you’ve just come from there?” he asked even though he already seemed to know the answer, “Would you let me walk you home?”

  “I…I’m fine, honestly,” Lia shook her head. She couldn’t stand people fussing over her. It had never been her thing, “I’ll get home in five minutes.”

  “Please, let me walk you?” the man asked almost impatiently, “My ego would be compromised if I didn’t.”

  Lia couldn’t help but smile. The truth was she was still weak at the knees and her heart was still pounding with a mixture of panic and relief as she thought again of the near miss.

  The man held out his arm and Lia linked hers through it, gripping hold of his forearm to help keep her steady as they began to walk down the pavement toward the corner that would take them to her apartment building.

  “So barmaid, what’s your real name?” the man asked looking at her intently as though he was truly interested.

  “Lia,” she replied with a smile, “And what might be the name of my savior?”

  “My name is Maxwell but most people just call me Max,” he replied giving her a smile back, “I don’t think I’ve ever been called a savior before.”

  “You saved my life,” Lia laughed, “That makes you my savior.”

  That’s when they came to the door of her apartment building. She stopped, removed her arm from his and sighed, “Well this is me,” as she pointed to the door, “Could I possibly repay you with a coffee?”

  “I’m afraid I have somewhere I need to be,” Max shook his head. Lia was instantly surprised. That was the first time any man had turned down an offer to enter her home, especially at night.

  “Oh right ok,” she had no idea what to say to that response, “I guess this is goodbye then.” She felt her cheeks growing red with embarrassment.

  Max’s next words startled her even more, “Maybe we could get coffee in the morning? There’s a lovely little café about ten minutes away from here?”

  “That’s sounds good to me,” Lia smiled, “I could meet you there?” Max quickly shook his head as though he could not even think on such a thing.

  “I’ll come and get you,” the corners of his mouth turned up in a handsome, breath-taking smile, “I’ll see you back here around 8:30?” he suggested.

  “I’ll see you here then.” Lia replied and held out her hand in the only gesture she could think of to end their conversation. Max took hold of her hand in his and to her surprise leaned down to place his lips against her knuckles. They were soft and tender, kissing her warmly with a kind of strange affection.

  “I look forward to it.” he t
old her with another brilliant smile before he turned and disappeared around the corner. Lia stood there for a few moments wondering, trying to figure out exactly what had just happened.