I could barely catch my breath, could barely think with what his hand was doing. No below-the-waist action, nothing beyond second base. And I was close to coming.
“You won’t hurt me.” I flicked my tongue out, licked his neck. Kissed the small scar there.
“Never,” he vowed, then growled. Lifting his head, he stared down at me, taking his time to look over every feature of my face. “I must stop.”
I tightened my grip on his hair. “Stop?” I might have been wary of him to start, but now that I was close to coming, I’d completely changed my mind. I was ready to rip off my clothes so he could get that big cock inside me. To fill me up. I wasn’t even sure he would fit, and that had me whimpering.
His jaw clenched, the muscles in his neck cording. “Yes, stop. As you said, we just met and I will be patient.”
“Patient.”
He nodded, but his gaze was on my lips. His hand still cupped my breast.
“We must become familiar with each other.”
I frowned. “You want to… you want to take it slow?”
Was he insane? His hand was… on… my… breast. My nipple was so hard it was probably cutting a hole in his palm.
“Yes.”
What guy spoke like this? Was he insane? “And what… date?”
“Become better acquainted before I claim you.”
“This claiming. What does it involve?”
He growled, then tugged at my nipple. While he was saying he wanted to take things slow, his body had other ideas. Maybe it was his beast. In this moment I was liking his beast quite a bit.
“You would be mine. Permanently. There would be no going back. There is none of this Earth divorce. We would wear my mating cuffs as an outward sign of our union. I would put them on your wrists and fuck you per Atlan custom. Up against a wall, your arms over your head, wrists restrained.”
“Holy shit,” I whispered. I’d seen up-against-the-wall sex in movies but never done it myself. I hadn’t done a whole heck of a lot besides missionary. The idea that this was an actual thing that he wanted to do with me had me squirming, which had his cock pressing more insistently into my thigh.
“Bahre. I’m not ready to be claimed. As you said, we just met and that’s a big step, even if you know I’m the one for you and your beast. But I don’t want to stop either. Can we do something in the middle? It’s definitely a way to get to know each other.”
His eyes brightened as if he were a little kid and I’d told him Santa was coming. “Yes, that is an excellent idea. I can fill you with my cock and give you pleasure without claiming you.” He glanced down between us to look at his hand as it cupped me. “I do not wish to stop touching you. I wish to hear your throaty moans. The gasps. The way you feel beneath my hands.” He gave my breast a gentle squeeze. “I wish to taste more of you than your mouth.”
Oh yes. I wished for that too.
“Okay,” I whispered.
I thought his gaze had been heated before, but now… now I could be scorched by that dark look.
“I am big,” he said.
I wanted to say duh because… yeah. Seven feet tall? As broad as a barn?
“I do not wish to hurt you.”
“You won’t,” I said immediately. I hadn’t known him long, but this I was sure of. Why I was reassuring him now was ironic. I’d been fearful of men for long enough that I jumped at shadows, steered clear of any type of date or pickup. And yet with Bahre, he really could snap me like a twig. So why was I the one telling him I was safe?
It made no sense.
While Atlans were raised from birth to hopefully find their one perfect mate, they didn’t know who she was. Even though Bahre had come to Earth for the Bachelor Beast program, I doubted he’d expected to find her here. Yet he had. So he’d only had a mate for the same amount of time as I’d known him.
It had to be a little overwhelming for him too.
He lowered his head and kissed me again but didn’t linger, moving to slide his lips along my jaw, to the spot behind my ear, down my neck.
Goose bumps rose on my skin, and not because I was cold.
Lower still did he go, kissing my collarbone, then the deep V of my top.
“You wear too many clothes,” he said, glancing down between us.
I had to agree.
He tugged at the sash on my robe, and it came undone. He pushed the silky fabric off my shoulders, and I helped him work it down my arms. Even with the robe on, he’d gotten my top pushed up and over my left breast.
He worked the little buttons open down the front, but his fingers were too big. He growled in frustration as he sat back on his heels and straddled my legs.
I pushed up to sitting and yanked the top over my head and dropped it to the tile floor.
He stared. And stared. I wasn’t even sure if he was breathing.
Then he pounced—if a huge alien could do that. I was on my back once again, the soft couch behind me. His mouth latched on to my nipple and—
“Holy shit,” I said, staring up at the ceiling.
Arching my back, I pushed more of my breast into his face. His tongue. The suction. My God, he was good.
There was a direct line between my nipple and my clit, and he was tugging and pulling and… I was going to come from this. Shit.
Only when I was so close that I tugged at his hair mercilessly did he lift his head, barely, and switch sides.
My fingers relaxed slightly and held him in place.
He growled as he feasted on my breasts, then moved lower still, licking a circle around my navel before his fingers curled into the waistband of my pajama bottoms.
He looked up at me, his chin brushing my belly. “I wish to taste all of you.”
“Yes,” I breathed, shimmying my hips to help him slide my little shorts off.
He moved off the couch and onto the floor so he knelt beside me. Grabbing an ankle, he lifted one of my legs up onto the back of the couch, the other he pulled toward him so my knee was bent and my foot barely touched the floor.
I was spread wide. Open for him.
There he was, looking again. I didn’t wax myself bare like some of my girlfriends did, but I groomed. I’d gotten a few crude guys to ask if my cuffs and collars matched, which they did.
Bahre ran a finger to my copper curls, then slid it along my slit, parting me.
“Your beauty, it’s… blinding,” he groaned, then got busy.
My knees came up at the first brush of his tongue against my clit, but his big hands settled on the inside of my thighs and held me open.
He was voracious. Thorough. Generous. When he got his fingers involved, combining some magical swirls with his tongue and some expert curls with his fingers that he’d slipped inside me, I came. I’d never had a guy get me off before. Usually my fingers would have to get into the game to come, but this? Holy shit.
There was no stopping it. It was sudden. Intense and I bucked beneath him, crying out his name as everything went white with the most intense orgasm of my life.
It went on and on until finally I lay, slumped and replete, on my couch—which I would never be able to sit on again without remembering this moment—as he gently kissed my thighs.
“No map needed for you,” I said finally.
“Hmm?” he asked.
He picked me up as if I were a doll so I was on his lap, straddling him. Naked. I couldn’t help the sappy, oral sex-induced smile on my face. He stroked my damp hair back from my face. I was surprised it wasn’t completely dry for how hot that had been.
“You are well satisfied, mate?” he asked.
I blinked slowly and looked at him. He had that same tension about him, but his lips were slick with my arousal and he had that satisfied male gleam in his eyes that showed how pleased he was that he’d gotten me off.
“Satisfied? God, that was… amazing.” I looked down between our bodies, checked out the thick bulge that was stretching the fabric of his pants to maximum resiliency. “What abo
ut you?”
“I am satisfied if you are.”
I laughed and unbuttoned his pants. His cock sprang free. Yeah, he was big everywhere. I couldn’t get my grip to wrap around him.
He growled and I smiled. Yeah, I felt the power over him.
That orgasm had been insane, but I wasn’t done. I had an unselfish, gorgeous alien lover, and we were far from done.
I lifted up onto my knees so I hovered over him. “Guys are all the same. Liars. You might be pleased with yourself that you got me off, and you totally get a gold star for that, but your cock looks like it could chop down a tree.”
He set a hand on my hip. “Mate.”
I stilled and met his eyes.
“I’m big.”
“Yes, you’ve already said that. I can see it.”
“I do not want to hurt you.”
“Um, based on the way your chin is glistening, I’d say I’m more than ready.”
Heat flared in his eyes, and his tongue darted out to lick his lips. “You do taste sweet.”
“You don’t think you’ll fit.” I stroked him as we spoke, and his eyes slid closed, his head falling back on the couch.
“Mate,” he said once more, but this was a mixture of growl and plea. His hands gripped the seat cushions, and it looked like he might rip the fabric, his knuckles white.
Lowering down, I notched the crown of his cock at my entrance, then settled him inside me an inch or so.
His jaw clenched, and I had to wonder how his back teeth didn’t crack.
“You’ll fit.”
His eyes popped open, and now both hands were on my hips. He took over then. Yeah, I hadn’t thought of him as a passive lover, just a cautious male.
He was big. Everywhere. He could hurt me, including my vagina.
But he wouldn’t. I knew he wouldn’t.
I wanted to satisfy him. Show him that my pussy was as magical as his tongue.
He worked me up and down, my wetness easing my descent.
I settled my hands on his shoulders, and I let him fuck himself up and into me. Inch by inch until I was sitting upon his thighs. He still had his pants on, and I felt the soft rasp of the material against my thighs.
“See, you fit.” I even clenched down on him, and if there was a limit to his patience and caution, that little squeeze of my inner walls was it.
He fucked me hard then, lifting me up and down as he thrust his hips to pound into me. My breasts bounced, and my clit rubbed against his pants.
He was crammed into me, hitting places that I didn’t even know I had.
“Yes!” I cried.
“Mate,” he groaned.
Neither of us lasted long. I came again, dripping all over him and without any help from my hands. He lasted three more deep pumps of his hips, and he growled so deep I thought the windows shook. I would have bruises on my hips from his fingers, but it wasn’t painful. It was possessive.
“Mine,” I said.
His dark gaze met mine. His face was flushed, sweat dripped from his brow. “Quinn,” he uttered. “We’re not done.”
I shook my head, and I shivered, my nipples pebbling.
“No, we’re not.”
“Bed. Now.”
He stood, remaining deep inside me. I pointed in the direction of my bedroom. He took over then, taking me again and again all night long. He was insatiable. So was I. Because a beast in my bed was… perfect.
6
Quinn, Makeup Room, 9 News, Late Afternoon
Numbers. Graphs. Temperature readings. All the data I usually loved to sink my mind into blurred on the page until all I saw was Bahre. The way he looked when he held himself over my body and filled me up. The scars on his chest and arms. His lips. God, those kissable, sexy, hot-as-hell lips.
“Earth to Quinn.” Ellen smiled like she knew every secret I wasn’t sharing. She didn’t, but no doubt she could guess. Everyone had seen the live broadcast and knew about Bahre. And me. Me and Bahre.
“Yes?”
“You’re practically glowing. Tell me everything.” She winked.
I actually giggled like a girl for the first time in years, then put my fingers to my lips, but careful not to smudge the lipstick she’d so artfully applied. “I don’t kiss and tell. You know that.”
“But you did kiss, hmmm?” She cocked her head to the side to study me as if I had Just Fucked written on my forehead. “Maybe he kissed you? Maybe he kissed you all over?”
“Maybe…” I looked away.
Ellen laughed but I didn’t care. My cheeks were hot, and I was sure she didn’t need to apply any blush this morning. My entire body was humming like I’d been asleep for ten years and was just now waking up. Just thinking about Bahre had me squirming and wet, my breasts heavy and aching with want.
The best part? I hadn’t thought about the Jerk Who Stalks Me or my ex for almost twelve hours straight. That was a miracle if ever there was one.
All I could think about was Bahre. I wanted more. I knew he did, too.
A lot more. More kissing. More touching. I loved the way he ran his massive hands up and down my spine. His gentle touch made me feel cherished and loved. I also loved the way he pounded his hard body into me. It made me feel wild and wanton and desirable. Feminine. I felt perfect when I was with him. Perfect. That seemed completely impossible, but it was the truth. I could be hard for people to deal with. Men especially. I was prickly and defensive. Cautious. Wary. I knew that was a fact. I could talk myself into or out of just about anything with logic and cold, hard analysis. I’d been gun-shy about getting into another relationship with any man after my previous bad experiences.
Bahre wasn’t a man though. He was an alien. A beast. When he looked at me, I felt like maybe I could be someone else. Someone perfect. Someone who didn’t have to be scared all the time. Watch every window. Carry Mace in my hand every time I walked outside. Because Bahre would protect me. I knew that. He’d said so. My body knew that. Every cell in my body trusted him not to hurt me. And he was big enough to scare anyone away.
Even Jeff Randall.
My beast was downstairs right now, gathering his things and telling the others about me. Telling the producers of the Bachelor Beast program that he wasn’t their next star. I had a feeling that wasn’t going to go well, but who was going to argue with a seven-foot Atlan? At least there were other Atlans who’d come to Earth with him who could be chosen instead. Although, if they found their mate like Wulf, Braun, and Bahre had, the show was doomed.
That wasn’t my problem. My smile returned. He would be coming to me soon. I’d agreed to have him stay for a few days, see how things went. Find out if we were really as compatible as it seemed. Compatible sexually? Definitely. This wasn’t the typical does-he-leave-the-toothpaste-cap-off situation. He was an Atlan.
When we’d talked—in bed and naked—he hadn’t gone all beastly and made demands. If he had, I would have told him to get the hell out of my life. I’d had enough of arrogant assholes who thought they owned me. I wanted a partner in life, not a boss.
Yet maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to belong to a beast. At least, one particular beast. If last night was every night… God.
I was still smiling when Ellen gathered her things. I realized she hadn’t asked anything else because I’d been off in la-la land in my head.
“I’m going to go clean my brushes. You’ll do great tonight.” She patted my shoulder and gave me another wink in the mirror.
“Thanks.” I felt great. I’d taken extra care with my appearance today. I wanted to look as beautiful on the outside as I was feeling on the inside. I had on my sexiest, pure silk panties and bra. No one would see them but me—and Bahre—but I felt feminine and alluring with them beneath my work clothes. I’d picked a pink silk blouse with a plunging neckline and one of my favorite jewelry sets, the amethysts a brilliant shade of purple that complimented the blouse just right, a black pencil skirt, and my absolute favorite pair of shoes. They were black, they sparkle
d, and the heels were steel tipped and at least four inches high. It was an outfit I’d worn on camera before, and I felt like a princess in the killer heels. The blouse clung to my breasts, the skirt was snug, and I was hoping Bahre wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off me after work.
Ellen left me alone, and I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and let myself have one more moment with nothing but Bahre filling my head.
“Okay, woman. Enough. Focus.” I talked to myself, which wasn’t unusual. The knock was expected and right on time.
“Ten minutes, Quinn.” The intern wouldn’t be late with his only task.
“Thanks!” I yelled.
When the door opened, I didn’t look up from the papers in my lap. Ellen always came back in and puttered around a bit cleaning up.
“Greetings, Quinn McCaffrey. Mate of Warlord Bahre.”
The deep voice shocked my system like a jolt of electricity, and I whipped my gaze around to see the very large man closing and locking the door behind him.
I froze.
For a second I thought it was Jeff Randall, but no. This guy was too big. The voice too deep.
When he turned around, he was no man I recognized. His skin was dark but not the rich mocha of a human, more copper in color, like he had a really bad spray tan. His eyes were covered with sunglasses, but he took them off and placed them in his pocket so he could smile at me.
His eyes were oddly shaped, the golden color almost passing for brown. Almost. The bones of his cheeks too prominent. He just looked weird. And huge. He was well over six foot tall and bulky enough he could probably lift a small car with his bare hands.
He almost could have passed for a Prillon warrior wearing a suit.
When he flashed his fangs—holy shit. He wasn’t Prillon. Prillons didn’t have fangs, as far as I knew—and I’d read up on all the alien races. And he definitely wasn’t human.
“Who… who are you? Get out of my dressing room.”
“Who I am is unimportant. You, however…” He paused and walked slowly toward me. He lifted a hand to pet me, slide his fingers through my hair. I cringed back, but I could only go so far in the makeup chair. My hands clenched the arms. I tried not to throw up, keep him in my line of sight, and reach for my cell phone on the counter at the same time. I had 9-1-1 on speed dial. If I could just reach—
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