Alien Fascination (The Shadow Zone Brotherhood Book 3)

by Elise Jae

  He loosens his grip and I slide to the floor.

  He unzips, shifting his hips to get his pants off and I take them the rest of the way. Half hard was impressive, this…. This borders on ridiculous.

  “Did any of the women at Margot’s tell you that you’ve got a monster cock?”

  He hesitates. “One did run out on me.”

  “Seriously? She gave up the chance to have this?”

  He definitely was an abnormal specimen. None of the men in the public room had been this big. I didn’t need to get up close to know that.

  “Does it bother you?” Trench asks, his voice quiet. “The women at Margot’s?”

  “Not at all.” I don’t give him time to ask more questions. I lick him.

  He’s more than twice the size of me, and I think, if I use my tongue just right, I could bring him to his knees.

  His cock tastes the way satin feels, smooth and bright.

  I knew it was impossibly large, but it barely fits in my mouth. But when I wrap my lips around the tip of him, swirling my tongue, I know it’s not going to be a problem.

  Curling my fingers around the base of him, I fuck him with my mouth the way I wish I could use my pussy.

  Pulling back with a pop, I stroke him and ask. “Do you masturbate?”

  His response is a barely breathed, “Yes.”

  “When was the last time?”

  “Last night. Thinking of you.”

  Groaning, I press my legs together and work harder for his come. “I want to taste you.”

  He gets me so hot, I’m afraid of what I might do.

  “What do you mean?”

  “Come in my mouth.”

  He blinks at me.

  Once.

  Twice.

  And then, with a low curse, he stands.

  On my knees he looks so much taller than he is and I shiver as I exhale the breath I’ve been holding.

  Even pressing up as far as I can, the best I can do is stroke him, and lick the ridges that line the bottom of his cock.

  When I do, he curses and pushes his hand over my hair.

  And I’m greedy. “Come for me, Trench.”

  He fists himself and the way his skin moves over him makes me want. Everything.

  It doesn’t take long before he gently pushes my head back, drawing his free hand down to drag my mouth open, more than it was. His eyes are locked on mine. He’s just as hungry as I am.

  But as his brows pinch, I know it’s time to drink.

  He comes, more than I expected, and I can’t keep up with all of it.

  The excess spills onto my breasts, and when I finally swallow, and he’s standing over me, breathing hard, I press a quick kiss against his tip, biting back a smile when his cock twitches.

  Their come is almost saccharine, and I’ve definitely got a sweet tooth.

  I sit back on my feet and look down.

  “Do you care?” I ask, dragging a finger through the iridescent come on my boobs. “If I put this under a microscope?”

  His smile is a quirk of amusement. “I believe I said, anything you want. And I did mean it.”

  I smear it on my skin and lick it off my fingers. “You’ll just have to give me another sample.”

  He drops to his knees with me, and pulls me close, kissing me so deeply, my head starts to spin.

  I need to breathe, and it doesn’t seem like Trench is looking up any time soon. So, I drag my nails down his chest, sliding my fingers around his still hard cock, and he pulls away on a gasp.

  When I’ve managed to get a few breaths in myself, I say, “Sian men come twice each time, don’t they?”

  He nods, slowly, teeth still clenched. “I’ve heard rumors that some can come into them multiples, but I’ve never experienced it personally.”

  “Is it the second time quicker? Easier? Harder?”

  “Quicker and easier. If I was to fuck you right now, I’d probably come before I got more than an inch inside of you.”

  “Really?” I push him. “Up. Up!”

  He gets to his feet, wobbling just a little, and I don’t give him a chance to recover. I bob on him, once, twice….

  “Saints, Jess.” His words fade as his body jerks.

  His hands spear into my hair, wrap around my neck, hold me to him.

  I swallow him down, and I have to close my eyes as I try to keep up with the amount of come pouring into my mouth.

  When it’s over, I look up at him, breathing hard as he slowly pulls out of my mouth, his hands smoothing over my hair.

  I smile up at him and lick a drop that tries to slip down the corner of my mouth.

  “We can try for number three some other time.”

  “You might kill me before you leave.”

  “Only if you ask nicely.”

  I should have been paying attention to how much he changes. The percentage growth and other… things.

  But all I can think about is how much I wanted to taste him.

  “There are certain things I want to know that definitely aren’t going to make it into my field notes.”

  TRENCH

  Lying on her stomach, she looks over her shoulder at me. “Ready for round two?”

  “No.” I’m half hard, and, once again, the idea of getting inside her pushes me even closer toward full arousal. “But I’m more than happy to get you there again.”

  Crawling over her, using my knees to keep her closed, I knead the gorgeous globes of her ass.

  She laughs, a sleepy sound that jiggles her ass. “I think we should get some food first. I’m starving.

  When I help her to her feet, she doesn’t pull her dress back on, and I don’t mind the view as I follow her.

  The cool air from the fridge sends gooseflesh sprouting along her skin and her nipples tighten. I probably should have insisted she put something back on.

  She pulls out a spear of ice fruit and chews on it as she turns back to me. “... you’re not really hungry are you?”

  “Not for ice fruit.”

  One brow quirked in challenge, she waits. But I don’t say more.

  I scoop her up, and the tiny squeak she makes when I do makes my cock twitch.

  It’s a horrible idea, but I head upstairs, not putting her down, until I can throw her onto her bed—my bed.

  The fact that she’s been sleeping in my bed has not helped with my nightly needs.

  Seeing her naked in it….

  I’m painfully hard. But I should walk away.

  I’ve had my taste. Anything more is dangerous.

  And maybe she can tell that’s what I’m thinking, because she wiggles down the sheets and slides to the floor.

  She’s on her knees, looking up at me with expectation. Her hands are in her lap, gently folded. “I want your cock again, Trench. It’s addicting.”

  With a soft smile, she opens her mouth, wide, jaw relaxed.

  And waits.

  I should tell her no. Should try to curb that lusty look in her eyes, but I can’t. Can’t imagine the strength to walk away, not now. I certainly don’t possess it.

  Her eyes widen, just a little bit, as I cross to her and she smiles so sweetly, I curse under my breath. “Don’t do that.”

  “Don’t do what?”

  “Don’t look at me like letting me fuck your throat again is the best thing you’ve thought of all year.”

  “It’s not… but I’ll tell you those thoughts later.”

  I slide my hands into her hair, holding her so that she doesn’t move on me too quickly. She still manages to take me into her mouth before I’m really ready.

  “If it’s too much, let me know. Hit me or pull back.”

  She closes her mouth, just a little bit, just enough for her teeth to graze me.

  “Or that.”

  Chuckling, she drops her jaw again, locking eyes with me. Daring.

  Her mouth is heaven, and I want to fill it, but I’m not ready for a third orgasm.

  Not sure I’d actually survive
it right now.

  She moans and the vibrations shoot straight through me.

  “Saints, Jess.”

  My hips are moving, almost on their own, and I know that if I don’t do something….

  “You don’t get to drink again, yet.” Flipping her over, I drop to the floor with her.

  Her shoulders on the floor, ass in the air, she is so fuckable. I drop onto my forearms, crushing my cock into the floor so I don’t take more than she’s willing to give. And I fuck her with my tongue and fingers.

  Each thrust makes me wish I could plunge my painfully hard cock into her.

  I knew the instinct to breed was strong…. I didn’t realize how strong.

  The sounds... the way she rocks back.

  She comes, dropping to the floor and I rise up. Jerking off until I’m close enough. It takes no prodding at all to get her to turn….

  She looks up at me, her eyes wide, lips parting, and I can’t stop myself.

  I paint her pretty face with come, and her smile only makes me clench harder as another stream pours out onto her.

  It’s my turn to collapse. Three times in one night and I didn’t even fuck her.

  “This hasn’t been entirely fair to you.”

  She hums, stroking and squeezing my cock one more time. “I like when you come on me.”

  Dragging her up, me, I palm her pussy so there’s no chance I’ll accidentally slip some of that come inside of her, and I kiss her.

  Chuckling, she presses her finger to my chin, swiping my come from where it had smeared. “Now we’re both a complete mess.” She slips her finger into her mouth and sucks.

  My cock twitches, and I’m very glad I’m covering her, as latent come leaves a streak on the back of my hand.

  “Was that good, or bad science?” I ask, tracing circles on her shoulder.

  “Bad science… but very, very nice.”

  “Did you remember to take notes?”

  Shaking her head against my chest, she sighs. “That’s one of the reasons it was bad science. But, that just means we’ll have to see if we can replicate the results.”

  “Anything you want.”

  EIGHT

  TRENCH

  This time, I manage to actually eat something. And after that, I really do need it.

  I hadn’t expected Jessica to follow me down, but she’s pulled on a robe and is looking at the barstools oddly.

  “Are you okay?”

  She nods with a sleepy smile, and goes to flop down on the couch where I first tasted her.

  The sight of her, naked, panting, laid out like a feast… that is going to haunt me for the rest of my life.

  She’s turned on the TV and when I sit next to her, she snuggles into my shoulder.

  We sit there in silence as the moon rises higher in the sky, and when the movie’s over, she doesn’t move.

  I barely dare to look down.

  Her eyes are closed, her soft lips slack.

  Head on my shoulder, she lets out a quiet sigh. And I watch her face for a moment, just to make sure she’s asleep. It takes two seconds to turn off the TV and the lights, and I pick her up, as gently as I can, to take her to her room.

  The room is dim, and I’m as quiet as I can be as I sweep her rumpled covers back and place her gently on the sheets.

  For a moment, I hesitate. But the belt of her robe is loose enough, and she’s not wearing anything else to hurt her in the night.

  But before I can go, she stirs, reaching out to grab my hand. “Stay with me.”

  “Go to sleep, Jess. We can talk in the morning.”

  “Please,” her eyes flutter open and she yawns. “I’ll sleep better with you here. Keeping me safe from the monsters.”

  “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

  She sits up, sleep still weighting her eyelids, and pulls her pajamas from underneath her pillow.

  “We could both be naked, and I know you’re not going to do anything I don’t want. So, get comfortable and get in bed.”

  I take a moment to appreciate her breasts, before she pulls the shimmery top she sleeps down to cover them.

  “Don't make me beg, Trench.” Snuggling back down into the bed, she pulls the covers back and pats the mattress beside her.

  I want to go to her. But I can’t. Not like this.

  “Two minutes.”

  The room I chose to move into is colder than usual. I need something, some sort of barrier. Digging through the closet, I find a pair of loose pants, soft fabric that my brain compares to her skin and finds wanting.

  It’s enough to make me pause. To make me wonder if she’s fallen back asleep and I can get away with staying here. Thirty feet away from the temptation of her body.

  That hesitation lasts mere seconds, and I cross the hall.

  Partially because I’m trying to think of a reason I can give that she’ll accept. Partially because I don’t want to find that reason.

  She’s not asleep when I come back. She’s put on the flowy pajamas she normally wears, with those indecently short, shorts.

  Sleepy eyes blinking, she reaches out for me, and I slip into the bed beside her.

  “Thanks for coming back.”

  “I couldn’t stay away if I’d tried.”

  She snuggles into me, a sleepy smile on her face, but when her leg slides up mine, her eyes fly wide.

  I press a single kiss to her neck. “Go to sleep, Jess. I’ll deal with it in the morning.”

  Shaking her head, she moves, wiggling around, closer. She reaches between us, and her hand closes around me in a silken grasp as she shoves my pants down, just enough.

  “You’re too big to just slide in. And when you think you’re going to come, tell me.”

  She hesitates, and I realize too late, it’s because she’s slid her shorts off.

  Pressing me onto my back, she straddles me. The hem of the flowy tank top that is currently holding her breasts tight, tickles against my abdomen.

  Those slick lips slide over my cock, caressing me. And I have to say her name through clenched teeth.

  “I’m tired, I’m not drunk. If you really want me to stop, I will, but I want to make you come again. Won't you let me?”

  “Tell me what you want.”

  She leans over, nipping my chest, her lips moving over my skin. “What I really want, I can’t have…. But I’d like to get as close as possible.”

  Fisting myself, I run my cock along her pussy using the shaft to stroke her, letting the flared tip stroke her ass.

  “God damn, I want to fuck you, Trench.” She whimpers as she says it, but I know it’s not an invitation to press into her glorious pussy.

  To actually enter her, I’d have to both line myself up, and use more force than could ever be mistaken for an accident.

  Her wetness slicks me as I thrust between her thighs.

  She’s sprawled over my chest and her hips are angled just right….

  The mere idea of slipping into her, the thought of taking her. It has my every muscle straining against my skin.

  “I won’t last long like this.”

  Her words are barely a breath. “Just tell me.”

  She rocks her hips, rolling against my every stroke.

  “Jess, I…”

  She slides down me, kneeling between my legs and takes me into her mouth again. By now, she should be too full of my come to take another drop. But when her tongue runs along the bottom of my cock, flicking each of those sensitive ridges, I come, and she swallows me down.

  She sighs, smiling against my cock as she licks what she hasn’t managed to swallow.

  “Isn’t life so much nicer when you let me play with your cock?” Climbing up me, she straddles me once more. “Don’t go anywhere.”

  Nipping my chest, she twists off of me and goes to the bathroom, her sweet ass wiggling all the way.

  When she comes back, pulling her shorts and underwear off the floor, she glances at me with heavily hooded eyes. “First lesson in hu
man anatomy: If I don’t go pee after we do things, I could get an infection, and that is not sexy. Do you guys have that problem?”

  I shake my head, too exhausted to answer.

  “Lucky bastards.” She kisses me, snuggling down next to me.

  Relaxing into the pillows, she finally does as I asked—it feels like hours ago.

  All concern and curiosity wiped from her face, she’s just… Jessica. And I’m a fool for it, but I think I’m falling in love with her.

  I’m still confused by the amount of come I’ve managed. But my body strains for her. Everything in me tells me to bond with her.

  It’s a problem I didn’t anticipate.

  She is my mate. I don’t need the bond to know it.

  And in a few short weeks… I’m going to lose her.

  JESSICA

  Trench isn’t in the bed when I wake, and I can’t help but wonder when he left.

  A small part of me worries it was right after I drifted off. Maybe he hadn’t wanted what I convinced him to do.

  A tiny piece of me breaks at the thought. But the sink is on in the bathroom, and as soon as I focus on it, it stops. Trench comes out, his hair mussed from sleep, a soft smile on his lips.

  Thank God.

  “I thought maybe I’d chased you away.”

  “I don’t scare that easily.”

  “No… no, you don’t.”

  “Are you hungry?” He says, pulling me up so I’m on my knees on the bed. He doesn’t have to lean down as far to kiss me. “I am starving.”

  “I could eat.” I stop myself before I suggest something with next to no nutritional value.

  He needs food before I can play with him again. His metabolism is different from mine, but not enough that I think I could keep him from food. And I don’t want to be the one who gets him in trouble if he has to rush out into the ice to deal with one of the monsters.

  But I don’t bother to put on real clothes before I follow him downstairs.

  Trench moves around his kitchen, not asking for help, so I slide onto one of the barstools to watch him. He moves with a slow surety, something that comes from knowing both his surroundings, and what he’s doing.

  I’d imagine he’s the sort of man who plans for anything he can.

  It takes me a second to realize what I’m smelling as he pours batter onto the skillet.