Aran: Love me Harder - Alien Paranormal Romance (8 page)

She loved men who had that sexy V at their waist, the one she always wanted to kiss and lick. And look at that hair. Her fingers ached to touch it.

Holy mother of… he was huge. He was tilted up long and thick and proud. Really would he fit? What was on him? Hair?

“Is that hair?”

“No. They are feelers. They give extra pleasure to the one I am with and allow me to feel her pleasure.”

He took himself in his hand and caressed himself from base to tip. Her knees buckled. The shudder that went through him and the sexy ragged moan of need that came out of his mouth had her needy. She was jealous. She wanted to be the one touching him.

“You can touch if you want.”

Yeah, wouldn’t he like that? Wait, she was the one who would like that. She walked over to him like a puppet on a string. Her body refused to stay away. For once in her life she was going to step into the danger zone and trust him to keep her safe.

“You smell so good, doll. I want to roll in that scent. Devour it.”

She found herself smiling. He was the big bad alien here, but she was pretty sure she was the one who held the power.

Licking her lips again, she reached out and touched. Just his lips. She would take it slow. She hoped. She traced those firm lips with the pads of her fingers. So firm, slightly thick, she liked.

She placed her hands on his chest and stood on her toes trying to reach his mouth with hers. He bent down and kissed her, still not touching her, letting all the power be in her hands.

His kiss rocked her. His tongue slid into her mouth taking away all rational thought. She may have been feeling flight or fight just a few minutes ago, but now she just wanted to be crushed under him.

She could kiss him all night long, but she wanted more. Realizing he would not make the next move, she broke it off. She kissed his jaw and down the side of his throat until she reached his chest.

It should be illegal to have a chest this wide. It probably was. She stepped back to look. He had beautiful pecs that were thick and made her want to bite. She loved the definition, the lines that separated him, like an all you can eat buffet. She could sample one part at a time.

She didn’t have to go far down. His huge cock rose to greet her like a one eyed monster that she wanted to play hide and seek with. She was so getting her some. She’d worry about tomorrow, tomorrow.

“Lay down please.” She couldn’t tackle all of him standing.

He laid spread eagle in the center of the bed, just waiting for her. She walked to the edge of the bed and just looked. Yeah, he was a buffet all right. Where should she start tasting?

“Take off your shirt, doll.”

His eyes had started to glow like an animal’s. She waited for the fear to come, but all she felt was hunger. She reached down and grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it off. One cami on the floor. It looked good lying there too.

She crawled onto the bed, head up, breasts hanging heavy, as his nose flared like he had caught the scent of something good.

He watched her with his glowing eyes. Watched as she crawled closer. Watched as her tongue shot out of her mouth to lick her bottom lip. Watched as she threw one leg over his muscled body and settled her weight on him. She was sure he wouldn’t break.

She leaned over and took his nipple in her mouth. Damn he tasted good. She heard him growl. She wanted him now.

“Do you like?” Her voice came out in a stutter. She liked. Her hot core was rubbing his cock and her leggings and panties were providing no protection. She was dying with his hard nipple in her mouth and his cock searing her core. She needed more of him.

Every primal urge that she ever had came to life. She rocked back and forth on his thick cock wanting more, needing more. She bit and sucked his nipple harder.

A ragged moan/ growl came out of her mouth when she felt his hands on her sides. She needed more now. She was going crazy from the feelings overwhelming her body.

“Let me help you, doll. Let me give you what you need.”

Her head nodded yes in an uncoordinated move. Yes, he could help put out the fire.

He turned them over in one smooth move. He was laying half off, half on her body. His huge cock was against her thigh and his leg was firmly holding her down while the heat of it scorched her center.

“Shh, doll. You will get it all. So wild and I haven’t even bit you yet.”

What was he talking about? Her mind tried to focus, but she couldn’t think. All she could do was feel.

He stuck his nose in the curve of her neck and breathed deeply. “So good, doll.”

Then he bit her. It was not enough to break the skin, but just enough to cause her to cry out in pleasure.

Her head came up and she got caught in those glowing eyes. “Please.” Not a cry for help, but a demand for pleasure.

Chapter Thirteen

“Please.”

She was killing him. Her husky voice had wrapped itself around him. Invading his body, making him want to do whatever she commanded, when she commanded.

She was in charge and he knew it. Controlled by a little slip of a woman. Damn he loved it.

He licked his bite mark. He had held back. He wanted to sink his fangs in her neck and connect them forever. Patience. He needed her to understand first. He wasn’t capable of explaining anything right now.

He trapped his aching cock against her leg to make himself go slow. He couldn’t hurt her. Bringing his hand up, he cupped her breasts then he squeezed.

“Hell, yeah. Harder, please harder.” Her voice was like silk wrapping around him, controlling him.

He squeezed harder and she moaned. Taking his mouth he sucked that erect nipple in, nipple ring and all right through her bra. Her eyes widened and her body bucked against his.

“Like that, doll?”

“I am so hot. Gonna go up in smoke.”

“No worries. I got a big enough hose for you.”

She laughed. “You made a sex joke.”

He smiled, loving her carefree manner as he pulled the wet top of her bra to the side exposing her hard nipple. He bit it before sucking it in his mouth.

She screamed this time and held his head closer. Slowly he began to torture her. Sucking on both nipples, biting them. Driving her need higher. Slowly he worked his way down her body.

He had to touch her. He needed to possess her, to feel the two of them become one. He had looked for so long, wanted for so long. He needed her screaming in pleasure, enjoying his touch, loving his touch.

He had met many since he had left his world. They wanted hard, they wanted to be controlled. They wanted to be broken when he was done with them. His core was not to break. It was to cherish.

Those slices of DNA had come from animals and beings that mated for life. He wanted that same thing, as well as the occasional kill, but he would tell her about that later.

He stuck his tongue in her belly button giving her a taste of what she would be getting. She moaned and lifted herself towards him.

She was so hot. He reached for her pants. They were stretched over her ass, molding it. He loved these pants, would buy her a closet full if she wanted them.

Reaching in, he tugged on them as she lifted up so he could take them off. Nothing on now except those panties. He pushed his nose between her thighs. She smelled good enough to eat.

He rubbed his nose along the crouch of her panties as her body went wild under his. Taking the edge in his teeth, he pulled them back. He was an animal and at times he acted like one.

She lay bare before him. She was wet and slick and he licked his lips. She smelled even better without the barrier of the panties.

Taking his fingers he traced her slit.

“I want.”

He applied pressure and felt his finger sink in.

“I need you in me.”

He needed to taste. To get his lips wet on her, to let his tongue soak in all that cream. He reached out and rubbed her clit. It was there just begging to be petted. He touched it hard.

A cry came from her throat as she thrust up against his hand.

“In me. I need you.” Her tortured voice demanded, leaving him no doubt that she wanted him.

He wanted to roar his approval. After so long, he was wanted. He stared at his treat, his head going for what he wanted.

“No, don’t.” She had sat up and caught his shoulders, keeping his mouth away.

She’s denying us. The beast in him had been content to let the man have his way, but now they were both enraged. She was theirs. How could she deny him?

He looked up and met her eyes. She wanted him, he could see that. Why the no?

Her eyes had darkened. Not in passion, but in fear. There was a small shake to her body. Someone had hurt her.

“I don’t taste right.” She flinched when she heard those words come out of her mouth. She knew better, but when the man who swore he loved you told you that some women tasted divine while others did not, and you were in the crowd that didn’t. Well it gave you a complex even if you knew better.

He wanted to shake the house with his roar. She would taste just right. Pulling back he sunk a finger in her hot body. Then he added another one as he watched her pant.

He withdrew his fingers and waited until she was looking him in the eyes. He placed a finger in his mouth and licked it clean. Then he licked the second one clean.

He watched those expressive eyes get bigger. Her eyes told the whole story. He was pretty sure she never lied. How could she?

“I want to lick that and eat that. I want to be covered in it, and still I won’t have enough of it. Next time, doll, so get used to the idea. I am going to dive between those thighs and suck you down. Understand?”

She nodded her head and tried to swallow.

He reached down and snapped her panties gathering them in his hands he tossed them across the room.

Later he promised himself she would tell him who had said that to her. Later, when he could think and make plans to visit the man.

“Can I touch?”

He knelt between her open legs picturing his cock buried deep in her. Could she touch?

“Touch.” His voice barely came out as he fought for supremacy with his beast. It could feel and enjoy, but the male had to stay in control.

He tightened his control as he felt her soft hand caress him.

She laughed. “The hair is tickling my palm. I like it.”

She stroked him harder, the way she had in her dreams. Catching him in her hand and holding on to him. He was too big to close her hands all the way around. She slowly dragged her hand down.

“I feel you.” She dropped his cock. She had felt his pleasure go through her. It hit her in her abs, then tore a blazing trail down to her aching pussy. “What happened?”

“It’s a dominate trait in one of the species they used to create us. We transmit our pleasure to our mates and theirs is transmitted back to us. Don’t think that’s what the scientists had in mind when they created us.”

Speech had gotten hard and his vision had changed. He was as much male as he was animal. The animal didn’t talk. It stalked. It took. It killed and it pleased its mate. Right now, they both wanted to please their mate.

Reaching down he entered her. Not hard and fast like she wanted him to, but gently, not wanting to hurt her. She bucked up forcing him in, taking him deeper.

“More.”

He shifted his hips as he sank deep into her, watching the play of emotions on her face. She was beautiful.

She gasped and her eyes rolled as she met him thrust for thrust. No control left. He let his hips pound into her as he watched desire take over her body, her face.

It was incredible, the feel of her pussy clutching him tight as he thrust hard into her softness, it was made even better by the feelers on his shaft. He could feel and hear her pleasure as his feelers stroked her easing the friction of his cock thrusting into her. They transmitted the pleasure she felt as he moved in side of her.

She wanted this. She was loving it. It was written on her face with one emotion after the other, some sweet, some hungry, others stark and some just plain needful.

“I need more. I can feel your pleasure.”

He could feel her pleasure too. It was bursting over him like a dam. He was rolling in the emotions he was feeling. He could feel her tensing and shaking. He could also feel her joy. Her desire flooded him. She never wanted to stop. It was like a wild thought that beat at his heart. She wanted to do this forever. She had his vote.

He sucked one of her hard nipples in his mouth and drilled her hard and fast. She was tight around his thick shaft. He loved the look of pleasure on her face as he drove deep into her body. The feelers on his shaft were tingling from the pleasure humming through her body. He sank in and nuzzled her neck loving the scent of her sweat soaked body. Her labored moans drove him faster encouraging him to take more, demand more. Her body was growing taunt under his and she moved wildly reaching for the prize.

The scream that erupted came as her body tensed and exploded around him. He kept moving, driving her higher, until her body began to sag.

Then he erupted. He felt it race down his spine. His boys tightened up and nothing but low grunts of pleasure came from him as he spilled into her.

He collapsed, but remembered to use his arms so as not to hurt her. He lay with his head against her heart, breathing fast. He felt like he had just come home.

She stroked his back. The movement was soft. He barely felt it. With regret he pulled out of her and rolled over, bringing her with him.

“That was…”

“Amazing?” He supplied. “So good we have to do it again? Earth shattering? We touched the stars?”

She laughed. It was light and full of joy. She was making his house a home. With her laughter and her dinners and her sweet loving nature. On his planet, it would be final. They would be officially a couple and no one would be able to come between them.

It didn’t work that way here. He knew he had a long way to go to win her for real.

“What are you thinking about?”

“Some of the customs on my planet.”

“Tell me about the women.”