Lifting her hand, she motioned for him to stop and sniffled out her words through the tangle of emotions. “No. No, we can talk about children. I’ve wanted children for so long but when you explained how it works with your people, I just thought we couldn’t have them without the…urm…thalin. And you’ll be missing out on that and you might not want…”
“I want you,” her alien said firmly. “I have crossed galaxies and shattered a number of laws to find you, my mate. I have not mated before and so I will not miss what I have never had. With you, I will have all things that makes life complete. Unless you turn me away, I am not leaving without you. You would not wish for my planet to be without a king and his mate, would you?”
She sniffled and leaned into him as he wiped her eyes with gentle fingers. “I want you, too. I want you so much.”
“Good,” he murmured and caressed her cheek. “I would not want to deny our people the pleasure of your rule. Just imagine our people at the mercy of a king who would condone and encourage finding a mate by subjecting unsuspecting candidates to dusting without consent?”
Our people. That made her smile, and banished the last of her tears. She leaned in and kissed him, hard. He returned it, bruising her mouth sweetly in his fever to taste her. His wings fanned slowly and then wrapped forward, enfolding her in a warm embrace.
Everywhere the wings touched her bare skin a tingle of white-hot pleasure shot through her. The edge of the wing curled in and caressed her cheek and along her jawline, light as a feather but leaving behind sensation beyond anything she’d ever felt before. She broke the kiss to cry out at the intensity.
“That’s right, Sazina. But you are wearing far too many clothes,” he whispered, a smile in his voice as he drew her to her feet. His strong hands stroked along her sides, gathered the gown, and drew it up her legs. He pulled the cloth higher to expose her sex and stomach.
Allowing him to guide her to stand, she turned her face into his wing and she nuzzled into it. Its texture was supple like suede, but with the plushness of velvet. It was a living membrane of flesh against her. Given the groan of pleasure he made, the wings must be as sensitive as her nipples. She savored both her own emotions and his responses to her touch and brushed kisses across its surface. The spicy heat of the powder made her lips prickle with new sensations. Nutmeg, cloves and hazelnut tickled over her tongue and down her throat.
Her head swam.
Intoxicating.
She wriggled to help aid in the removal of the nightdress, lifting her hands over her head with a stretch as he stripped her. Wherever her skin was bared, his wings fluttered, dusting her lightly in the fine, spicy powder.
Flinging the gown behind him, he stood back at last to regard her. His eyes widened as he drank her in. The glow within his gaze flared brighter. Flexing his big hands, his fingers balled into fists before relaxing to reach for her.
Blushing furiously at the stark hunger in his eyes, she glanced down at herself. Vibrant stripes of emerald and azure decorated her stomach and arms. Everyone would see these marks on her and know she was claimed by the king. It was artwork.
His knuckles brushed along the underside of her breast as he admired her body. Under the regard of this handsome alien, she felt like a goddess. His wing flexed forward and very slowly brushed along the breast he wasn’t caressing. It left behind a splash of brilliant emerald with speckles of aqua and silver that dusted around her nipple in hypnotic spirals.
He bowed his head and knelt before her, brushing a kiss against her undecorated nipple as his big hand cupped the underside, lifting and squeezing with the utmost care. His eyes lifted, emerald fires burning through the impossibly thick lashes while he lapped at her nipple.
A low moan bubbled up from deep inside her and she let her head fall back as his long, skillful tongue circled and swirled around her before he suckled her into his mouth. His other hand cupped her hip before sliding to her ass to squeeze.
“Oh, god!” She moaned and rocked her hips forward until she was rubbing against his solid chest, loving the sensation of his chest ruff caressing her inner thighs and sex.
“You smell so good,” he whispered against her breast, grazing the tip of one fang against her taut nipple just hard enough to draw out a hiss of started delight from her. “I want to bathe in your scent so all know that you have marked me.” His hand against her ass squeezed and the tips of his fingers grazed the cleft of her ass, dipping along her sex from behind. “Spread your thighs for me.”
Obeying the request, she adjusted herself and whimpered as his fingers stroked along the lips of her sex. She felt swollen, slick and needy and his touches sent off sparks of pleasure through her.
He teased her folds as he explored her and then lifted her by the hips and coaxed her to the side of the bed, setting her ass on the edge so he could kiss the insides of her thighs and nuzzle his way up to the apex. His tongue darted out and licked from her ass up to her clit in one stroke. When he encountered her clit she jolted.
“Hhrrmm…” he purred against the spot, making her tremble and her hips danced up, grinding into his face.
He didn’t hold her back as he learned her body. His soft lips kissed and sucked her clit before his tongue plunged deep into the heat of her pussy. She’d never dreamed of pleasure like that. Desire boiled over deep inside her, making her writhe under the steady strokes. Lifting his face from her pussy, his fingers slid into her and fucked her fast and hard while his glowing gaze watched her. Long, graceful fingertips circled her clit, rubbing faster and faster as her pleasure crested. When the tip of his thumbnail teased her inner thigh, she arched sharply into his greedy mouth with a scream of release. He held her and pumped into her with his fingers while a heated wave of pleasure exploded.
She settled back into the bed, one hand grasping a fistful of his silken hair and the other clawing at his shoulder as she rode out her orgasm. His name echoed through the chamber as she came, the desire rushing out of her in bone-jarring release.
He stroked her through her climax and he groaned into her stomach. “You’re squeezing me. Oh, my darling. Ughn. That’s right my tight little darling.” His tongue darted out and tasted her with flicks that grew faster until she was shuddering again with climax. This time he drove his tongue deep inside her just as she reached the peak and drove her over with its agile thrashing. As her inner muscles clutched against him he moaned into her, savoring her as though she were an exotic flower that he wanted to drink dry.
At last he coaxed her down from the pinnacle and kissed his way along her skin, drawing her up the bed and against his body once they were situated in the center of the bed. He stroked along her sex as he smiled down at her with as much satisfaction as she felt. But she was far from being sated. Not when she’d not been able to touch him the way she wanted to.
Smiling, she reached for him and stroked her fingers down his chest to his abs, rubbing her palm along his hard muscles. He watched her with great interest, particularly following the path of her fingers when she lowered her caresses from his stomach to his cock.
“I am yours to do with as you wish. I am at your mercy, my mate.” He leaned in and brushed a kiss to her mouth. She could taste herself on his lips and moaned as the kiss deepened, heating as their tongues tangled.
When she wrapped her fingers around his cock, his whole body stiffened and his moan rumbled through her. She enjoyed the solid feel of him. There were fine little scales that gave him a very slight texture.
As she stroked his hard length, he slid his finger deep into her, filling her and slowly pumping to match the movements of her fist. Beads of pearly liquid dipped from the tip of his cock, landing hot against her thigh and gleaming there like opals on her skin.
At last he broke the kiss when her thumb brushed over the head of his cock. “My queen, you’re killing me,” he whispered, kissing the corner of her mouth. “I don’t want to spill on your skin. Let me soothe myself in your heat. Say that you will let me claim
you.”
“I thought you already had.” She smiled into his burning eyes and kissed him back. She drew back before it grew more heated and posed so he could see all the marks his powder had left on her.
“Not yet. But now, I shall.”
With a bestial snarl he rolled her onto her back. His wings snapped open to mantel over her. Far from startling her, she was delighted by his show of strength and desire. Even when his claws unsheathed to sink into the bedding on either side of her, she didn’t fear him.
When the claspers caressed her inner thighs, she gasped. They curved around her thighs with firm yet caresses. The stroke of them was a sensual delight and she arched upward, toward him.
“I claim you as mine, Gloria Lancaster of Earth. My mate and heart’s true desire. Will you surrender and become one with me?” He bowed his head close enough that his breath tickled across her neck at his quiet whisper.
Her mouth went dry and she shivered with pleasure at the words and the tease of his warmth against her. “I surrender to you, Azziarh M’harn,” Gloria whispered back.
He titled the angle, his cockhead nuzzling against the opening of her pussy, and tested her. “Gloria,” he moaned against her ear. “Be one with me.” The purring thrum of him vibrated through his wings and chest and through her.
“Yes,” she agreed, wrapping her legs around his hips, feeling the teasing caress of the claspers adding their special touches to her inner thighs and the cleft of her ass as well.
He surged forward and his cock plunged deep into her. Inch after thick inch stretched her until he was fully seated. His cock gave her a delicious fullness, boarding on pain.
Joined that way, his kisses caressed her face and lips. She felt every part of him, from the pounding of his heart to the thrumming purr of his song. She angled her hips up and he sucked in a sharp breath.
“Not yet, my sweet. Not yet. I…ugn. I am too close.” He nuzzled his cheek against hers. There was a mixture of agony and desire on his face as he held her gaze. “I did not know it would be this. Too intense. You are too much for me I fear, my most adored. My…ughn.” His claws tightened in the bedding, tearing the sheets as he struggled for control.
She lifted her head to kiss his lower lip. “You and I will do this again. Let go, Azziarh. My Azziarh. Take me.” She nipped at his lower lip and loved the tortured groan that tore from deep inside him.
His hips jerked back and then surged forward again, pinning her savagely to the bed once with a force that drew a cry of pleasure from her. He snarled in response and drew out again, sharper than before, and when he plunged forward. Her climax exploded through her. She gripped the base of his wings as she came.
Her pussy spasmed and squeezed around his powerful cock, milking him with each stroke into her. She loved being filled by him. Loved how his control snapped when she came under him.
His own startled cry, ripped from his throat as his thrusting became jerky and uncontrolled and his cock swelled inside her. The heat of his seed washing through her drew a moan from her throat. Panting softly, he nuzzled into the crook of her neck and kissed his way along her jaw. He adjusted his weight to not crush her but remained buried to the hilt in her, his cock still pulsing slightly in time with his heartbeat.
Wrapping her arms and legs around him more tightly, she hugged him against her. She could happily stay like that forever. He held her tenderly, stroking her hair while his song vibrated very softly between them.
Her sweat was almost dry when he slowly drew his hips back enough that his spent cock could slip from her along with the hot trickle of his cum. An almost shy smile curved one corner of his sexy mouth as the other appendage, his thalin, stroked her folds.
“Because you are so irresistible and tight, I was not able to satisfy you as a mate ought.”
The thalin wasn’t as thick as his cock but girthy enough to spread her, and long enough to probe her deeper than anything before.
She gasped in delight at the sensation of his agile caresses deep inside and he paused, cupping her face. “Are you sore? Shall I stop?”
Laughing, she shook her head and reached down to caress his cock where it rested against her belly. “Don’t you dare stop and you have satisfied me very well. Oh fuck!” She sobbed in pleasure as he angled his hips to surge deeper into her.
“It is good to know, but…we shall make sure you’re fully sated.” His eyes twinkled as he leaned down to kiss her lips softly. “Now, let me see…this?” He moved his hips left and right and his length nuzzled, deep and sweet, inside her.
Her eyes fluttered closed and she gripped his shoulder. “Azziarh!” He’d found her G-spot, and the way he rubbed against it was enough to send her spiraling into pleasure again.
“Mmmm! And I think this…?” His claspers released her thighs and both slid along the cleft of her pussy lips and to her clit. The tips of both circled there, rubbing around the slippery bud of her clit in time with the way he stroked her G-spot.
The pleasure overflowed and she sobbed out a delighted, “Yes!” her voice ringing through the room as she bucked against his movements. He didn’t stop either, steadily working against her pussy and clit until she was shuddering, trembling and begging.
Burning green eyes watched her climb higher, whispering sweetly to her, sometimes in English and others in another language that sounded erotic and sensual as they rolled off his lips.
As her pleasure crested, she bucked wildly against him. His mouth caught hers in a bruising kiss as she came around him. He held her, fingers stroking through her hair, never stopping his circling, spiral thrusts inside her as her climax fountained from her.
His cock was hard again when she floated down from that particular release and this time when he made love to her, it was a deeper loving tenderness.
He wrapped her in his arms and wings as they moved together.
This was making love.
Gloria had thought she understood what that felt like, but all those other clumsy fumblings with past lovers were nothing compared to this.
They were one.
She felt him in her soul.
His cock slowly eased into her, from elegant tulip crown to the thick base of him, sealing them together, and he kissed her before drawing back his hips and slipping out, inch by inch, until the loss of him was an agony twisting her heart.
“Almost, Sazina. Almost.” His purrs deepened, thrumming hard enough to set her bones trembling.
Then his cock stretched her wide again, as he leisurely slid into her until a cry of desire escaped her, to be consumed by his greedy kisses.
Her orgasm built with a delicious yet inevitable force like a gathering storm. His wings fanned open sharply and she hardly noticed that they were beating until she realized that they were hovering high in the room. His claspers holding her tightly to him, ensuring she was secure against him.
They came together, bound in that ever-increasing pressure of lust that couldn’t help but burst. Sobbing out her release, she clung to his shoulders as his hips drove into her faster and harder than before.
He came with her, his cock plunging deep into her pussy. The swelling pulse of his cum shooting through her intensified her climax and her moans joined his as they found their release together.
When at last he settled them back onto the bed, he withdrew himself completely, claspers, cock and all. Then he rolled onto his side and opened his arms wide, inviting her in. Sated and sleepy, she melted into his embrace. He kissed her temple and threw a wing around her like a blanket.
“You dropping out of the sky, naked, is one of those Christmas miracles they talk about,” she teased him, running her fingers through his ruff. “Whoever sent you here might have had nefarious purposes, but I’m glad you came. Was it worth it? Breaking galactic laws and everything?”
He lifted an eyelid, expression thoughtful as he smiled. His antennae arched forward, lightly touching her forehead in loving caresses. “You are worth it all and more.”
She snuggled in tighter to his chest. “I’m glad you came. You are the best and only gift I’ve dreamed of my whole life. Merry Christmas,” she whispered.
He brushed a soft kiss to her lips, murmuring, “Merry Christmas, Sazina.”
Epilogue
A shadow separated from the greater darkness of the palatial ducal estate. The splendor of Thaetius’s triple rings were hidden by the seasonal fogs of M’harn’s late autumn, creating deep hiding places for the stealthy figure. No guards alerted, no warning systems activated. Even the advanced shields didn’t prevent the graceful form from climbing the vine-choked façade to slide like a ghost through the cracked window.
A notable lack of servants wandered the early morning halls and so the being glided unseen to the duke’s private chambers. Soundlessly the locks gave way and the door whispered open just enough for the slim shade to slip within.
Silent as the beyond, the cloaked figure reached into a deep fold and withdrew a blade darker than the dawn’s gloom. Duke Noeh’s eyes bulged as a black hand squeezed over his mouth.
The assassin loomed in close to hiss, “A message from the council, Duke Noeh. Your plan has failed. One of your advisors has the king’s ear. Your services are no longer required.”
No one in the estate heard a sound as the blade claimed its dark payment and the killer vanished back into the shadows.
Other Works By Diana Rose Wilson
Forbidden Secrets
Wicked Masquerade
Snow Mistress
Taming the Brat
Blood Feathers
Paying the Dragon’s Price
Dangerous Seduction
Heart Bound
Angel Food: A Forbidden Secrets Short
Marcie + Mano: A Forbidden Short
Marcie + Mano: A Forbidden Christmas Short
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