Temptation: A Dark Sci-Fi Romance (Alpha Unknown Book 3)

by Penelope Woods

  Lucian took my chin, and I closed my eyes, inhaling his oaky, masculine scent. Desire and excitement flowed through me, and a deep heat shook between my legs. I wanted a family with him. I wanted everything.

  I wanted him to take me. "I want you," I moaned.

  He crushed his lips against mine and inhaled deeply. He bit my lip and brought himself closer, hands running up the inside of my shirt. Our tongues danced like waves on the shoreline, pushing and sliding deeper, never getting enough of the sweet sensation.

  I unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, panties exposed and wet. I ran my hand across the fabric and groaned, spreading my thighs apart.

  As our lips broke free for one short moment, he pulled my shirt over my head. The cold wind ran across my breasts, and I slid my hips forward, throwing my legs around his waist.

  He dragged me closer and grinned. "Come here, baby. Give it all to me."

  I cocked my head to the side and fell into him more. He kissed up and down my neck, sucking lightly against my clavicle. I opened my mouth and smiled, turning the thrill into a deep hunger and need. "As soon as I saw you, I knew we were destined for something," I said. "I love you so fucking much."

  "You are so special to me, Lilly. I will love you throughout time."

  I had never been loved like this before. Touched like this before. Held like this before. Our first fuck was incredible, but I hadn't had a chance to reflect on how it made me feel.

  His kiss took my breath away. His fingers traced every curve of my body like I was a character from a Renaissance painting. He made me feel beautiful, and I couldn't get enough.

  I held onto the back of his shirt and slowly peeled it over his shoulders. I ran my hands across his arms, gliding over his chest, burning with seething desire. The expectation empowered me, and I leaned back, bringing my legs into my hands, showing him my center.

  I knew what he needed. He needed cunt. He needed dirty. His eyes told me he needed his filthy woman.

  He ran his hand over my pussy, feeling my wetness soak through the soft fabric. I let out a shrill whimper as he pushed the lining to the side, sliding his fingers across my lips, and spreading my desire across my clit.

  Using his hand, he parted my lips delicately. He groaned and sucked in my scent like an animal. As a sharp grin crossed his face, he entered me and stared into my eyes. "Baby girl," he groaned. "There we go. How much did you miss me?"

  I let go of his chest, leaning back against that solid piece of concrete. I arched my pelvis forward and exhaled. "Daddy, take me," I said. "Fill me with your lust."

  He spread my legs and groped my ass, dragging me toward his chest. His cock sprung against me. His length and girth was threatening, but this time, I wanted him to break me. I needed him to teach my pussy a lesson.

  Forcing his cock between his thumb and forefinger, he pulled the foreskin tight and struck his thick crown against my clit. Beads of his desire stuck to my lips. "Look at me," he growled and took my chin into his hands, squeezing. "Look straight into my eyes."

  I gazed into his darkness, witnessing the abrupt intensity of his lust turning physical. The thirst grew within, and he was hell-bent on giving me what my body was so clearly asking for. He was my temptation. When he penetrated me, I felt completion.

  His fuck was everything.

  There was overwhelming passion in his eyes as he bucked his hips forward. With his hands around my hipbones, he drove deep inside my pussy and brought another kiss down. His taste was the taste of love, and his touch gave me the assurance I needed to continue fighting for this. I had someone who understood me, but more importantly, I had someone I could depend on.

  Gasping, I threw my arms around his neck. My pussy opened for him, lips draping over his cock. He turned into a beast, driving all his power into me. "Fuck me deep. Make me scream," I moaned, lips dragging across his cheek toward his ear. "I need you to discover every inch of my body."

  I wanted him to turn me inside out. To give me his worst. To put some life back into this world.

  He rolled his forehead against mine and clenched his teeth. "Are you going to be my good girl? You want me to fuck that tight little ass of yours?"

  "Yes. Please, give it to me." I ground my hips forward and felt his balls smack against the tight hole of my backside.

  I wanted to be bad. I wanted to be his dirty slut, his fuck toy for the apocalypse. Nothing mattered except our love, and though it was pure and equal, it was filthy and open to all things.

  He thrust back and grinned, taking my cheeks in his hands to squeeze and spread. "My delicate fuck hole. I've been waiting for this," he grunted and forced me onto my knees. "Ass up, darling. Show me what you got for me."

  I planted my palms against the cement and arched my back. "Like this, daddy?" I asked.

  He smacked my ass and pressed his fingers against the underside of my thighs. "Higher," he commanded.

  I balanced myself delicately against his hands, and he growled with approval. "Your pussy is dripping for me, sweetheart. Are you not scared about my size anymore?"

  I shook my head, but my heart was practically pounding against my throat. Swallowing, I breathed intently and prepared myself for this new experience. He had shown me so much, and I had no doubt he would show me more. Whatever he asked me to do, I would do. I was his. His to mate. His for life.

  He lowered his face and tasted my pussy from behind. Draping his tongue over my clit and delicate lips, I shook and felt the urge to drop back for more of him. But as soon as he rolled his finger past my lips, he spread his saliva against my asshole and licked it clean.

  The pressure was foreign. I instantly tightened up, and my face turned hot from anxiety. I sat up and rocked my hips forward, but he quickly pulled me back down.

  "There, there. Breathe, baby." He twisted his finger inside my pussy and arched it against my spot, restoring some calm into me. He slid it out and patted my lips. "It’ll be just like before. A slight bit of pressure before the fun."

  I exhaled and nodded. "Yes, daddy. Anything for you."

  He pressed his thumb against the tight skin of my hole. "Nice and slow," he moaned. "Yes, yes, yes."

  My muscles turned tight, and my body started to shake. This wasn't as easy as last time. This was something entirely different. I bit the inside of my cheek and stared at the ground, wide-eyed and breathless.

  He teased me with his tongue, trying for a second time with his fingers. I dropped forward and held back my tears, but my concern was obvious. "What's wrong?" he asked.

  "I don't know… I don't know if I can do it," I said, anxiously breathing while remaining fixed in my position.

  He stood and moved to kneel in front of me. Rolling his finger out, he nudged it against my chin. I looked into his eyes and saw his disappointment. "Look at me," he said. "Do you want to give me what I want?"

  I nodded and rolled my shoulders forward, hands planted firmly against the cold and weathered concrete. The wind blew in between us, drying my tears. "I want to give you everything and more," I said.

  He kissed me, sighing deeply into my mouth, tongue scraping the back of my throat. I sank into him and felt my pussy tremble. My desire rolled down my thighs.

  He pulled back and moaned. He glided his hands in between my legs and felt my wetness. I was aching for him. "There you go. Is that hole ready for me, darling?"

  "Oh, God," I moaned. "I'm ready. I want it."

  "Tell me how bad you want it. Does it ache? Is the thought of this cock too much to handle?"

  I shut my eyes and tasted his lips one more time. His tongue swept through my mouth, and I finally relaxed. "If I don't have your cock inside of my ass, I won't know what to do," I moaned.

  And I meant it.

  "Yeah, honey?"

  "I need to feel your warm come coat my walls," I pleaded.

  "Keep going."

  "I don't want you to tease me. I want you to own me," I demanded. "I'm lost without you, daddy. Give me everything I beg for."
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  He pinched my cheek and smiled. His eyes seemed to glow as he looked at me. "I won't let you run away from this," he said.

  Reaching over my back, he curled his hand. Two fingers inside of my pussy. Another, teasing my asshole. He had me in the palm of his hand. This time, I opened for him with ease.

  "Good girl," he purred, gazing deep into my eyes. "It's time for me to mount you. Are you ready for that, sweetheart?"

  "I'm on my knees, begging."

  I challenged him on all fours and arched my ass into the air. Lucian stood and carefully took hold of both cheeks, spreading me apart and spanking me with approval. His cock rocked against my ass. I eased back and moaned, "Mmm, do it. Fuck my ass."

  I took in one more breath and felt his crown give way. And, holy fucking shit… it was nothing like I had expected.

  "Take it, slut," he said. "Take all of me."

  "Yes, daddy. More!"

  The pressure came as a deep emotion, and I thought of everything we had both experienced. The pain, the pleasure, the fire and hate centered between the two families. We were connected, and that realization brought an immediate release of endorphins.

  I eased my ass back, feeling my hole open around him. I took in every inch and felt him bottom out. "Look at your accomplishment," he said. "You're doing so fucking good, baby."

  I turned my head and slowly took in another breath. "Holy shit."

  There was something about seeing myself take him that really turned me on. After that moment, I felt no pain. The tightness of force turned into a relaxed and deep pleasure. It was a different kind of desire, heavy and real. But it was more than the physical. It meant I trusted him.

  He fucked me like a man should. I leaned back and fell into his everlasting hold. Each breath I took brought me closer to him. He was the only thing that mattered to me, the only truth that came close to saving me.

  He spanked my ass and growled, "Your lust may own me, but this ass is mine."

  I nudged my fingers against my clit and felt the sensation grow. "Yes!" I screamed and drove back.

  He clapped his palms around the smooth hump of my ass and thrust deep.

  I rolled my hips and made him shiver. He pulled out and stroked his length. "I want to make you fucking come," he said.

  "Let me ride you," I moaned.

  "Your wish is my command."

  He leaned back against the concrete. I knelt against his rock hard chest, tracing my fingers around every scar and tattoo. “Did you do these yourself?” I asked him.

  He nodded. “My brother had a lot of downtime,” he said. “You like them?”

  They reminded me of the aboriginal warriors I had read about in one of my mother’s books. I loved them. “They’re pretty hot,” I admitted.

  I felt his length brush against my pussy, and I opened for him once more. I spread my legs around him and moaned as I fell into his control once more. I rocked back onto his cock and pulled down on his shoulders, enveloping his cock.

  "Come on it. Get that cock nice and wet."

  He curled his fingers around my waist and let me do the dirty work. He eased his control and leaned his head back, grunting with delight. My entire body felt hot, and my pussy started to buzz. I was electrified and lost in the rhythm of our covetousness.

  I whimpered and collapsed. The pleasure grew, sweeping over my body until I felt like I couldn't take it anymore.

  "Oh, Lucian, you're murdering that pussy."

  "Fucking come," he growled and bucked upward.

  I was stuck in the calm before the storm. All of his inches pumped me, boring through the dewy nectar hidden inside of me. He opened me like a honey pot and broke my understanding of what it meant to feel.

  Through my darkness, I found a light and it shook me. It radiated through my pussy, the warmth melting into pure ecstasy. It ran through my heart, devouring my soul, causing me to fall and shake against him. My ankles locked as deep tremors shook through my thighs. And when I closed my eyes, I realized that I was floating again. But this time, something was different. There was no way I was ever letting this go.

  Our bond was complete. We would last until the end of time. We were survivors.

  Say it with me now. Breathe.

  "Come," I whimpered. "Fill me."

  I felt him expand inside of me, and I wasn't coming down. I breathed the same breath as him, feeling his heavy heart pound against my ear. As my palms lay flat against his sternum, his tough mounds of muscle tightened. "You are my one temptation. Always and forever."

  His seed coated my insides, spraying deep within me. I felt every muscle spasm, taking it deeper into me. He made sure that this time would be permanent. His hands pulled and held my shoulders down. He put a baby inside of me.

  As the sun set above our heads, we lay on the shattered concrete, laughing. He held me, and it felt like nothing could break the love we owned.

  Nothing would ever be the same again, but that was okay. Change was good. We would have never come together if we didn't wish the pain away. We were growing.

  He carried me to the front of the building and found us a small room to sleep in. It wasn't a five star hotel, but it was something to be grateful for. Life was in front of us, and the possibilities were endless.

  I was going to fight through this with someone who understood me—with someone who would protect me as I promised to give birth to our new world. The process was beautiful. It was holy. It was the one thing we could count on.

  He wasn't going to take me for granted. He was going to give me everything.

  Lucian

  This was the end of the old world.

  We stood before it, looked it in the eye, and knew that every bit of our past stood within the cement of that building. This place wasn't what she thought it was. It wasn't the path to a new beginning. It was my only way out.

  We both had things we were searching for. People we were trying to bring back from the dead. We wanted to change the past and right the wrongs of our fathers. We wanted to walk outside and hold our heads high as the golden rays of the sun blessed us for a new tomorrow.

  But I wasn't naive. That wasn't how change came around in this world. Real change came only through extreme persistence. Usually when the other side was too damaged to keep fighting. Usually when enough people died.

  They were still out there. My father and my brother were the two sons of bitches that threatened the one good thing I had found. The fight was looming in the distance. I could feel death's eyes watching over my shoulder, waiting for me to slip up. The war raged on.

  This building was the end that started everything. The place of my coronation. Onyx Laboratories. My cross, my shame.

  I stood near the window, gazing out at the lush forest. If I squinted hard enough, I could picture how it used to look. There would have been large groups of researchers and government officials roaming the courtyard, speaking loudly about complex issues. Back then, everyone was convinced those scientists were going to be the ones to fix the world's problems.

  Kahn and I used to walk and explore the halls. They were brightly lit and immaculately clean. Now, the place looked like fucking Chernobyl.

  I wasn't here to reminisce. I was here to find something important. I needed the cure to my affliction.

  When my brother and I were quarantined in the premises, her mother kept our spirits high with stories. Whenever she discussed the future, there was a twinkle in her eyes. She told me I'd come back here. She said this is where I'd find the serum.

  This was where we’d said goodbye. This was the place we ultimately left behind. And I was starting to get the feeling that we shouldn't have come back.

  I was wrong for taking her here. Magic didn't exist. Her mother couldn't have known the future. Her mind must have been infected.

  There weren't any answers here. This ghost town was just another remnant of what could not be undone.

  While Lilly slept, I scoured the premises, searching nearly every single room on th
e west wing. Most of what I found was rat shit and trash. The east wing was my next target, but it was getting late.

  Quickly, I ran back to our room and saw that she was awake and waiting for me. She appeared to be concerned. "Mind telling me the next time you run off?"

  I bit my lip and chuckled awkwardly. I should have told her what I was searching for. There was no excuse for holding this back, but I felt ashamed.

  I wasn't okay with who I was. With what happened. And no matter how many times I came to an understanding with it, I always fell back into deep resentment. If I was going to be with her, I had to give her all of me. Even the bad parts.

  But every time I saw my reflection, I saw a stranger staring back at me. A freak. I saw someone who didn't deserve love. I wasn't strong like she thought I was. Maybe on the outside. But I was fucking weak on the inside. All I could do was try for her.

  I stepped forward, but she inched back. "Lilly, I'm sorry," I said. "I was looking around to get an idea of what to do next."

  She sighed and looked at the ground, modestly. "No, I'm sorry," she said. "I shouldn't have come at you so hard. You don't deserve that. You've been good to me."

  I opened my arms and sucked in her pheromones as she embraced me. I kissed the center of her temple and cheek. "I'm not going to leave you," I said.

  "I just get worried sometimes," she said. "I've been left in the dark for so long, I guess I feel like another crash is inevitable."

  "Come with me," I said. "I want to show you something."

  I took her hand and guided her toward the staircase to the outside courtyard. We walked past the pond in the center, cutting toward the east end of the massive structure. A thin gate that had already started to capsize from the overgrowth of plants surrounded the area.

  This was where it’d happened. The remnants of the virus were still here.

  We stopped before an unhinged door.

  "Is this where my mother worked?" Lilly asked.