“Crista?”
Think. Say something. Anything.
“You couldn’t sleep?” she asked.
“No. Take it off.”
“What?”
“Take the shirt off. I would look at you.”
She crossed her arms over her chest. “I came to talk to you.” And it would be really good if he could cover himself up so she could think.
“Humans talk too much.”
She narrowed her gaze. “Maybe you don’t talk about stuff enough. Sex isn’t everything.”
He sighed.
“Listen. I just…I couldn’t sleep from thinking about everything.”
“Yes?”
She licked her lips. “I like you. A lot.” That was a cop out. “Actually, that’s not right. I love you.”
His eyes flared open. “Yes?”
Right. Was that all he was going to give her?
“You haven’t got anything to say to me in return?”
“I told you that you are my mate. That is more than love. That will never disappear.”
Her breath caught in her chest. Okay then. He moved closer, reaching for her.
“I don’t want to make your life miserable,” she whispered.
He stopped. Stared at her. “What?”
“If this mating thing is forever and there’s no divorce, then what happens if I make your life miserable? You’ll be stuck with me.”
He grabbed her, swept her up against his chest, and kissed her. It wasn’t just any kiss. It was the kiss dreams were made of. The kind of kiss you read about but didn’t believe would ever happen to you. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pressed her breasts against his chest, and kissed him back.
He moved, turning towards the bed, still kissing her. Then he knelt on the mattress and laid her down. He reached for the top of her shirt and pulled. The buttons flew off as he drew it apart.
Stupid piece of crap shirt.
“Nax! You can’t rip my shirt. I need it.”
“You do not.”
“I do. I’ve got to have something to wear tomorrow.”
“I will give you what you need. Always. And I will give your mother what she needs too.”
“I haven’t agreed to be your mate,” she told him.
“You did when you told me you loved me. When you said you did not want to make me miserable.”
“What? That equates to me agreeing to be your mate?”
“No one has ever cared about making me miserable.”
She laughed, shaking her head. “You’re crazy.”
“I am your mate. Your responsibilities become mine. Because you are mine. I take care of what is mine.”
“But you don’t know what you’ll feel like in the future.”
“I do. I have waited for you forever. I am not like your human males. I do not falter at the first hurdle. I find a way around it. But I do not fail. And I do not give up. Ever.”
Yeah. That she did believe.
“But what if—”
He cut her off with a kiss that soon had her pressing up against him, her legs moving restlessly as she sought to find some way to relieve the ache in her clit.
“You worry too much.”
“You don’t worry enough,” she muttered back.
“I worry. Over your safety. That you are not taking care of yourself. That you are not protected. That you might decide you cannot trust me. But I do not worry that I will ever not want you, desire you, love you.”
“You said love.”
“You humans like that word.”
“That’s the only reason you said it?”
“No.”
Her insides danced. He loved her. Oh, she’d kind of gotten that the whole mate thing was his way of saying it. But to hear the words was something special.
“You have not thought of something.”
He rolled so she was on top of him.
“What?” she asked.
“Sit up, let me see you.”
She sat so her legs straddled his waist. She glanced down at his thick, muscular chest and ran her hands over the silken skin. He felt so hot, so strong. Her heart raced.
His gaze ran over her. Then he clasped his hands around her hips.
“What haven’t I thought of?” she asked.
“That you may one day wish to be rid of me.”
She hadn’t thought that. Not once. Because he was Nax. He wasn’t exactly the man she had dreamed she would end up of. The fact that he wasn’t a man aside, she’d always thought she’d marry a quiet, easygoing man, and live in a small house and two kids and a dog.
Not an incredibly hot, grouchy, possessive hulk.
“And you know why?”
“Why?” she asked breathlessly as his thumbs made wide circles on her skin just above her pelvic bone.
“Because you know you are supposed to be with me.” He rolled them again so she lay on her back with him looming over her. “My mate. Mine. Say it.”
She licked her lips. God, was she doing this?
“Say it.” His voice was a rough growl that sent sparks of need through her blood.
“Yours. Your mate.”
He smiled. “Not letting you go now.”
Lucky, lucky her.
He kissed her again. His movements rougher this time. But she didn’t care. She wanted hard and hot. Wanted to feel him against her. Pressing into her. Taking her.
He sucked one nipple into his mouth and she cried out, pressing up against him. He cupped her breast as he bit her tight bud then suckled away the slight pain. She expected him to move on, but he stayed at her breast, torturing her until her need was a fiery monster inside her, roaring to be released. Then he moved.
To her other breast.
“You’re killing me!” she cried out.
He shifted his weight, easing off her to look down at her, studying her.
“I want you inside me,” she demanded.
“No.”
“No?” she squeaked.
“Not yet.”
Not yet?
“As my mate, shouldn’t you give me what I want?”
“Patience.”
Patience? What the hell?
He played with her other nipple until it was aching and hard, almost too sensitive to bear any more touch. And then finally, he moved.
“About time,” she muttered.
He leaned up on his arms. “You want me.”
“Yes! Please. Do you want me to beg?”
He tilted his head to one side, pretending to think. “Yes, that would be nice.”
He returned to his exploration, moving his way down her stomach, kissing and licking. Then he reached her pussy. Finally.
He knelt between her spread legs, but instead of leaning down and putting his mouth on her, he pulled her up so her ass rested on his thighs. He spread her wide, pushing the lips of her pussy apart to run his finger up and down her slick folds.
She closed her eyes.
“No.”
No? No what?
“Look at me,” he demanded. “Open your eyes.”
She opened her eyes and stared up at him. He ran his finger around her clit and she cried out.
“Keep your eyes on me.”
It sounded easy, but it wasn’t. Not at all. Watching him watch her as he drove her higher and higher with his fingers was damn near impossible. It felt way more intimate than anything they had done before. He pressed two fingers deep inside her. And she moved her gaze lower, taking in his impressive cock.
“Eyes on mine.”
She raised her gaze.
“I would watch you while you find your pleasure.”
Oh fuck.
“Do you have to?” She could feel her cheeks blushing hot.
“Yes.”
He flicked his thumb around her clit then moved it harder, faster against her swollen bud.
“You will find your release just like this. With your eyes open.”
His thumb continued its as
sault on her clit as he watched her through heavy-lidded eyes. She rose, spiraling higher and higher, then cried out as she fell over. She closed her eyes without thought and he suddenly slapped the side of her ass. It made her come even harder. He must have seen the effect his smack on her butt had because he gave her two more smacks.
“Eyes on me.”
She opened her eyes. “Sorry. Sorry.”
“We will work on that,” he promised her. Then he spun her over on her stomach. He ran his hands up her spread thighs, kneaded her buttocks. She let out a low moan. Aftershocks from her orgasm still flooded her body.
He smacked his hand down on her right cheek. Then her left. She jolted and looked over her shoulder at him in shock.
“What are you doing?”
He gave her a stern look, but she saw the way his gaze twinkled. “You deserve punishment.”
“For what?”
“Closing your eyes.” His face grew serious. “Not waiting for me last night. Yes, that does deserve punishment. Although I think you might enjoy a spanking too much for that to work as a deterrent.”
What? Was he for real?
Another two smacks landed on her bottom and she groaned as he then reached between her legs to thrust two fingers deep inside her. Another two smacks.
Shit. Shit.
His fingers didn’t move and she found herself clenching down around them.
Two more smacks.
She writhed on the bed. Another two smacks. His fingers moved. In and out. Faster. Harder. Two more smacks. Lights danced behind her eyes and she cried out with her release. Her breath came in sobs.
He leaned in, kissed his way along her warm bottom. Then up her back. He lay next to her, and she turned on her side, meeting his lips with her. The kiss was gentle, searching.
“I want to touch you,” she told him.
His eyes filled with warmth and he rolled onto his back in invitation.
Shit. Now that she had him here what on earth did she do? She wasn’t exactly skilled in his area. “Is there anything you don’t like?”
“What did you plan to do with me?”
Everything. She rolled her eyes at herself. Might be time to get some sort of instruction manual.
How to Please your Alien Lover.
Catchy title.
“Mate?”
Oh. God. She liked the sound of that.
“Yes?”
“Touch me.”
Yes.
She went with instinct, leaned in and brushed her tongue over his nipple. She wanted to explore every inch of him. And there was a lot of ground to uncover. She placed her lips around his nipple and suckled. A small exhalation of air escaped him and she glanced up into his face to see his eyelids were at half-mast, but he watched her with an intensity that made her breath catch. She straddled his wide body and lowered down to play with his other nipple. She moved one hand up his chest, feeling her way around him.
“You have such wide shoulders.” She ran both hands down his shoulders and arms. “So strong.”
She cupped his face between her hands and leaned down to kiss him lightly.
“Mate. I have good control. But not with you on top of me, naked, your wetness pressed against my stomach. Touch me.”
She didn’t point out that she was touching him. She understood exactly what he wanted.
She wanted that too.
She moved down his body, lifted up slightly then straddled his upper thighs and stared down at his thick, long cock.
It was huge.
Nervousness had her swallowing heavily. How was that going to fit inside her?
“You’re big. Really big.”
“You say that like it is a bad thing.”
“Just thinking about where it’s got to fit.”
“Yes. I am thinking of that also.”
Yeah, but she figured he wasn’t about to have a mini-panic attack over it.
“Mate, look at me. Look. At. Me.”
She raised her gaze to his. Seemed he was big on eye contact.
“It will be fine.”
Fine? Fine?
“Repeat it.”
Repeat what? He just stared at her, like he expected her to figure out what he wanted. Repeat it. Oh.
“It will be fine.”
“Now touch me.” The demand in his voice was clear and she could no longer hold back. She scooted back further, wrapped her hand around his thick cock and took him into her mouth. She couldn’t take much of him, he was too long. He was so smooth, yet hard as steel beneath. A small burst of flavor erupted on her tongue and she murmured happily.
She drew back and licked her way down his shaft. “You taste so good.”
“Mate.”
She glanced up at him, saw the way his jaw was clenched, his hands clenched in the sheets beneath him. She was turning him on. Her. Crista Nelson. The woman who’d had two lovers in her life. She was making this man groan like he was about to die with pleasure.
She licked across the head of his cock, pressing her tongue in the slit to find more of his delicious essence.
“Enough!” He moved suddenly, rolling her over then pulling her up to the head of the bed. He lay over her, taking most of his weight on his arms as he settled between her legs. He laid siege to her lips as he pressed his cock against her pussy.
Shit. Shit, this was happening. Then he shifted his weight, moved one arm down and pushed the head of his cock inside her.
Wow.
Wow.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him in further. Wanting more.
“Slowly,” he gritted out between clenched teeth.
“No. Fast.”
“Mate.”
“Yes, fast. Faster. Need you.”
She wrapped her arms around him, trying to pull him into her. But, of course, he was an unmovable mountain.
But then the mountain moved.
He drove inside her. Deep. Hard. She was completely filled. And it was bliss. She never wanted the moment to end. The feel of him taking her. It was like nothing she’d ever had before or imagined. It was slow at first. Almost, but not quite, sweet. Because something this fierce couldn’t be sweet. But then he sped up and it went to the next level. She wrapped her feet around the back of his legs, trying to meet his thrusts, knowing that she basically hung on for the ride.
But hell’s bells, what a ride.
When she crashed, the whole world moved around her. She clenched around his cock. Felt him shudder in her arms as he continued to thrust inside her then he let out a roar loud enough to wake the neighborhood. He collapsed, quickly rolling so as not to squash her.
She didn’t know where it came from, but she started to giggle.
He rolled to his side, leaned up on his elbow and glared down at her. But she could tell he wasn’t truly angry when his lips twitched.
“Why do you laugh?”
“I don’t know,” she told him. “Just happy I guess.”
His smile warned her. “I like that.”
Yeah, she liked that too.
17
She was on top of the world.
She could almost start singing, if she didn’t think she would scare all the cats within a ten-block radius. She could try whistling, but she wasn’t any good at that either. She’d just sound like a choo-choo train. Probably not a good look.
It had been three days since she’d learned the truth about Nax. And she wouldn’t lie, it wasn’t a simple thing to wrap her head around. There were times when it still hit her. But it helped that she had Eden and Frankie to talk to. They understood her reservations. They were happy to answer any questions. And they knew how frustrating it could be to have a Sky Warrior mate.
Because, boy, he could be frustrating. Especially since he was refusing to entertain any other idea than of her and her mom living with him. In his house. Under his protection. Hence the reason why she was having to stop at her apartment after a house viewing to pick up several things.
She knew that Nax would have brought her, but she’d been over this side of town and figured she could grab a few things before she headed back home.
Home.
Okay, this was so new she probably shouldn’t think of it like that. Except, Frankie and Eden had reassured her that this was for real. That when these Sky Warriors met their mates, they became their everything. She was Nax’s everything.
And he was hers.
So, she had basically moved in with him. Hell, who was she kidding? Her stuff might be at her apartment, but she was living with him. And so was her mom. And surprisingly her mother loved it. She was completely at home.
Eden didn’t work, so she was home during the day. She and Crista’s mother were getting on so well it amazed Crista. The rest of the pack were often around as well. Eden had told her that Nax checked in on her mom regularly.
She felt a bit guilty, having them all look after her mom while she was out. But Eden had sat her down last night and told her to stop being stupid. That was what family was about.
So yeah, maybe it was only three days since she’d found out. But it felt like a lifetime.
So why wasn’t she taking that final step and moving everything into his house? Getting rid of her apartment? She bit on her lip. It would make life easier. It was what he wanted. Yet, she knew the reason. Her apartment was still a safety net. Just in case something went wrong.
Her phone rang as she entered her apartment. She looked at the screen. Alice.
“Alice, how are you?” she answered the phone.
“I-I’m good, dear.”
Crista frowned. She sounded off.
“Can you come back into the office?”
“Umm, why?”
“I have a client here who would like to see an agent urgently. They asked for you.”
“Oh, right. Well, I was about to go home but I can pop in for a little bit. See you soon.”
“Yes, dear.”
Alice sounded off but maybe she’d been annoyed at getting caught by a client before she’d managed to leave the office.
At least Pete had returned yet. She knew when he did that she was going to have to quit. Nax hadn’t been happy with her after learning about Pete telling her that she might have to give him special favors. Urgh, she wasn’t thrilled about that either. Or the threats he’d made during their last call. She grimaced, knowing she should have told Nax about those.
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