“Wait, this isn’t fair,” she says, in a low voice that drives me wild. “You can see everything, and I can’t see you.”
I lift her onto her own chair and stand up. In seconds, I have removed all my clothing. I stand before her, naked and fully primed for action.
“Oh my,” she says, her hand over her mouth. “You are quite something, Scorvan.” Her hands trace the tattoos on my thigh. I feel my hardness twitch impatiently.
“You are so beautiful,” I tell her. “Come here.”
She stands up and I lift her in my arms, kissing her wildly as I do so. As she digs her fingernails into my back, I slap her peachy behind. She squeals, making me do it again, harder this time.
Our moves become primal and rough. She reaches for my engorged flesh and I tap her hands away. “Not yet,” I say.
I dip my hands to lap at the ripe buds of her breasts. She tastes of cream and honey and blush-pink Quinta 5 sunrises. When my hands dip lower to sweep over her soft hips and abdomen, she moans again.
My hand is so close to the perfect temple of her sex. I allow the backs of my fingers to brush between her legs. She is so wet for me, pressing herself against my hand and licking her lips. It is all I can do not to enter her there and then.
But I want her to savor this moment. It is our first time. I cannot put my own needs first.
I kiss a path down her body, from her lips to the curious indentation on her stomach. She can tell what I’m going to do. Her eyes widen again, as she watches my face disappear lower, and lower.
I shove her thighs apart, resting her on the flight deck for support. Sliding my lips along the silken flesh of her inner thigh, I inhale her sweet, delicate fragrance and groan. My blood almost boils with violent physical need. I hold back my urges. Not yet, I tell myself. Not yet.
She gyrates beneath me, as my lips reach her sex. I taste her with one stroke of my tongue, and she gives one of her squeals. She tastes so good, I cannot resist going back for more.
Her nectar coats my lips so thrillingly. I run my tongue all over her sex, back and forth, up and down, taking the little hard nub of pleasure in my mouth until she yelps. She rocks back and forth with her thighs clamped around my head, spasms seizing her from head to toe. I wait until the first round has subsided.
“Fuck me,” she pleads. “Now. Do it now.”
But I am not finished yet. I slide my tongue through the sweet channel of her folds, then plunge it inside her. I fill her with my tongue, sliding it in and out, while circling her pleasure nub with my nose. Her legs begin to stiffen, then shake.
With an almighty scream, she loses herself in ecstasy once more. This time, she calls out my name.
“Scorvan. Oh fuck, yes. Oh God.”
The exclamation forces even more solidity to my own core. I am the hardest I have ever been, and if I do not gain satisfaction soon, I will probably explode.
When her spasms fade, I stand up again. There’s a major height difference, and I need to accommodate this. I grab her hips and pull her toward me, sitting down on the co-pilot chair as I do so.
“Straddle me,” I order her.
But she doesn’t do as I say. To my surprise, she drops to her knees.
“Not yet,” she says, with a mischievous smile. “You don’t call all the shots, alien. This is my ship. I’m the captain. Now you sit there and let me have my way.”
I watch as she takes my thick ramrod in her hands. It strains upward, throbbing as she strokes it.
“My God, Scorvan,” she whispers. “You’re huge. Do all Yolcadians have monster cocks like this?”
I tip my head back against the seat. Words are not possible right now. Her touch feels incredible.
Then she bends her head low to me, and I find the power of speech again.
“No,” I protest, as her tongue flicks against the tip of my rod.
What is she doing? Females do not do this to males! This does not happen. Only males are permitted to taste females in an intimate way.
I am shocked, and scandalized.
And, oh holy moons of Chronos, I am aroused to the level of a nuclear explosion.
She takes me in her mouth, and I cannot stop myself growling with pleasure. It is like nothing I have ever known, or imagined.
“This is all wrong,” I mutter, but my body disagrees. This must be an Earth practice. I could get used to this.
I feel myself twitch again, too close to the edge of climax. With difficulty, I hold her head away from me. The last thing I want is to finish in her mouth. It would be at least eight minutes until I could be ready for a repeat performance. I cannot possibly wait that long to plunge deep inside my mate.
“Where did you learn to do that?” I say, willing my climax to remain at bay.
“Your first time for that, huh?” she says, grinning. “I’m glad it was with me.”
I pull her roughly onto my lap, gripping her knees and forcing them wide apart. She moans as her exposed sex rubs against the hot solidity of my rod.
“I want your cock inside me so much,” she says, grabbing its base.
I cannot hold back another moment. I lift her up, positioning myself at the entrance to her love temple. Then I drop her down, so we are joined.
She yells out. I feel how tight she is. Perhaps she is too small to take my full length at this angle.
I stand up, still joined with her, and push her back onto the flight deck. The deck has been switched off, along with Lola, so her silken flesh does not activate any of the controls.
She lies back, gripping onto the railing behind the deck.
I take in the overwhelming beauty of the sight before me. Kalia’s nude body, open and aroused, taking me inside her. I am only halfway in and I start to push in further by degrees.
Slowly but surely, I slide in and out a little deeper each time, until soon I am almost entirely inside her. Her hot wetness envelops me, and I am in heaven.
“Fuck,” she says. “You’re too big. It’s too much.”
“Would you like me to stop?” I say, not stopping.
“Hell, no,” she says, gripping me harder with her knees. “Don’t ever stop.”
Our pace speeds up gradually, from a slow and steady rhythm to a fierce, frantic ramming. I am out of control. Kalia is screaming my name and I am lost in the feeling. The universe has disappeared and all I am is my own throbbing member, surging inside her body.
Before long, I begin to see stars. And not the kind on the navigation screen.
Kalia bucks and thrashes as her third climax takes over her body. She takes her hands off the railing and grasps onto me for dear life.
Pressing my thumb against her nub, I maximise the intensity of her waves of pleasure, until she is screaming at the top of her voice.
Then I let go.
With a roar, I pump my hot seed inside her. I shoot it all the way up to her fertile womb, filling her up with every thrust. She digs her fingernails into my shoulders, so hard that I’m sure my tattoos will be punctuated with flesh wounds.
We come together, joined as one single being. Fated mates.
I kiss her long and slow as our mighty climaxes throb to a close.
She is mine. This beautiful, crazy, perfect human is mine.
Mine.
16 Kalia
My Wixer chimes as we near the White Tiger constellation. The little blue light flashes in the corner.
“Open message,” I say.
The holographic form of Reginald Dolland-Waters floats in front of us.
“Hey, Mr. Dee-Doubleyou,” I say. “What’s up?”
He throws his arms out theatrically. “Your mating is complete! I am delighted to confirm that everything went according to plan. The two of you are officially coupled.”
“That was all your plan? Dude, you’re a sick bunny.” I shake my head at him.
“Details are open to individuals,” he says, waving his hands at me. Then he switches to Yolcadian. “Greetings, Mr. Zi’Draalcay! It is an hono
r to meet you at last. Congratulations on your successful mating.”
I realize only then that he had been speaking English to me at first. Scorvan wouldn’t have understood that.
Sheesh, I’d better hope my LingoKnow® implant never fails me. It looks like I’m going to spend my life speaking Yolcadian. If the implant doesn’t help me, I’m going to have to learn the language the old way, and that sounds a lot like hard work.
He’d be worth it, though. And he could damn well learn English too.
“It is a privilege to meet you,” Scorvan says to the cherub. He has to bend down almost to the floor to address the hologram. There’s a five foot height difference there, which is pretty funny.
“All that remains is for me to invoice you,” Mr Dollond-Waters says.
“Invoice?” I say. “Wow. Is it going to be expensive? Because I hadn’t budgeted for a dating agency this quarter. I still have taxes to pay, and—”
“I will take care of everything,” Scorvan says, slipping his arm around me.
I lean into him, reveling in his strength and warmth. Yeah. I have a feeling he will.
Scorvan puts the phone on loudspeaker.
“And this is my fiancée, Mother.”
There are screams and whoops from the other end of the line. I can’t help grinning too.
“Scorvan! You must bring her home to Yolcadia! Are you there, dear? Let me talk to her!”
I sidle up to the microphone, feeling suddenly shy. “Hello, ma’am. It’s wonderful to speak with you.”
It sounds like about thirty other family members are in the room too, all celebrating our union. I’m overwhelmed.
I hope my family welcome Scorvan as warmly. They probably will, even if they might tease him a little for being so tall and gorgeous.
“I’m just putting your father on the line,” says Mrs Zi’Draalcay. There’s a rustling sound, and a man coughs.
“Son?”
“Hello, Father,” Scorvan says. He sounds a lot like his dad, only younger. I can’t wait to meet the older version.
“Did you hear about Captain Plinaro, son?”
“No? How do you mean?” Scorvan frowns. “We have had no contact with the ship since I took leave without absence.”
“Captain Plinaro has been prosecuted! He was arrested for abandoning the scene of a disaster and refusing to allow his crew to help the survivors.”
I gasp. Scorvan looks amazed.
“That was the reason I was sent for punishment in the first place. We passed a dying planet. I tried to get the ship to stop to help the people on it.”
“I know, son. And there’s a holo-letter here for you from the military authorities. You have been pardoned.”
His mother’s voice appears again. “Not just that, Scorvan! Tell him, Zeek!”
His father laughs gently from somewhere behind her. “Go on, dear. You tell him.”
His mother squeaks with delight. “You’re being honored with a special medal for valor, for standing up to a corrupt leader! It’s all over the cosmonet news here!” There is a general explosion of joy from their end of the line. “We wanted to surprise you when you got back, but we just can’t wait that long. Scorvan, you’re a hero!”
I hug him tightly. “You sure are,” I whisper in his ear.
He shakes his head. “If only they knew, Mother. My wife-to-be is the biggest hero of all. I will make sure everybody knows about that too.”
We chat for a while longer, as Lola charts our course. We have a few stops to make for refuelling.
But in a few short weeks, we’ll be back on Earth. Home at last. I can’t wait to introduce Scorvan to my people, and to Cresta.
And then we’ll buy a bigger ship. We’re going to get one that will make it all the way to Yolcadia and back without needing to stop for fuel.
I’ll miss my old ship, but I plan to keep it in the garage. You know, just in case we get the urge for a quick jaunt through the stars, for old times’ sake.
We might even have date nights up there. Sex in the stars is even more fun than doing it on solid ground. Although it’d be pretty fun with Scorvan wherever we were. He’s so hot, it’s a crime.
The phone call ends. We look at each other, smiling.
“Let’s get you home,” my handsome fiancé says, kissing the side of my neck in that way that drives me wild.
“Yeah, okay,” I say. “And what will we do while we’re waiting?”
“Yo! I’m switching off,” calls out Lola.
“Subtle,” I laugh.
Lola dims all the lights. Scorvan pulls me onto his lap and kisses me. “I love you,” he murmurs into my hair. “My Kalia. Mine.”
And we blast across the galaxy, on our way home together.
About the Author
Suki Selborne is a USA Today bestselling author writing paranormal romance and sci-fi romance. She spends her days dreaming of hot alpha heroes and the smart, sassy women they can't live without. If she's not writing, she's probably reading, or wishing she was. Suki lives with her husband, kids and way too many books in London, England.
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