Rescued

by Presley Hall

  I’ve seen him naked before, two dozen times or more, but it never fails to take my breath away. He stands there, letting me enjoy the sight of him.

  I map every line of his body with my gaze, taking in his broad shoulders, the rippling muscles of his chest and stomach, the strong arms that I love having wrapped around me. My attention flicks down to his smooth abdomen, his muscular thighs, and the long thick shaft rising up between them, and I feel slightly breathless as I remember all over again that he’s all mine, that this is all for me.

  Every beautiful, savage, lustful inch of him.

  I crook one finger. “Come here. Please.”

  He’s across the room before the words are even out of my mouth, lifting me up as if I weigh nothing at all and setting me on the bed. He pushes me back into the soft pillows, the weight of him pressing me down into the mattress as he kisses me.

  His lips move over mine, his tongue parting them and sliding into my mouth. One hand tangles in my hair while the other moves to my breast, my waist, my hip, roving over me as if he can’t get enough.

  Heat flares through me as his cock slides between my thighs, immediately slick with my arousal. I was wet from the moment he told me to take off my dress, and I’m aching now, burning up with desire as his hand finds its way between my legs. Thick fingers slide over my wet, throbbing clit as I buck my hips into his touch.

  “So hungry,” he whispers in my ear, his lips drifting from my mouth to my jaw, sucking the lobe of my ear into his mouth for a moment before moving down to my throat.

  “God, yes.” The words are a throaty groan.

  “I can’t wait to taste you.” Sorsir’s fingers move faster as he slides down my body, capturing my nipple in his mouth and speaking against my skin. “Is that what you want?”

  “Yes,” I moan helplessly. I want his mouth lower. Lower. “Yes, please…”

  His lips brush over the space between my breasts before drifting downward, a tease I can barely stand as I writhe beneath him, desperate for more.

  As if he can read my thoughts, he looks up at me with a wicked smile as he moves lower still, his lips brushing over the flat, smooth plane of my stomach as his fingers leave my clit, reaching down to push my thighs wider. I whimper, the sudden loss of his touch making me ache even more.

  He looks up at me once more, smiling as his mouth drifts over my inner thigh, and I hear myself begging him again as my fingers curl into the sheets in anticipation of what comes next…

  His tongue, hot and soft, sliding over me in one long stroke, makes my back arch and a cry spill from my lips.

  “Krax, I love the noises you make,” he murmurs.

  He slides his tongue over me again and again, then fastens his lips over my clit, sucking me gently as he slips a finger inside of me, and then another. He’s not teasing now—he’s bringing me to the edge with purpose, and he stops for only a second, his breath warm against my flesh as he looks up at me.

  “I’m going to make you come,” he whispers, a heated promise in his voice. “And then I’m going to make you come again, before I ever get my cock inside you. And we’ll see what happens after that.”

  I want to quip that I’m pretty sure I know what will happen after that, but I’m too lost in the throes of pleasure to be witty.

  All I can do is gasp, writhing beneath him as he laps at me with renewed vigor, his tongue and lips moving together, his fingers sliding in and out of me until I think I can’t stand it… and then it hits me.

  The climax nearly makes me scream. A ragged moan spills from my lips, the relief from days of pent-up need washing over me in waves that take my breath and leave me clawing at the sheets. My back arches and my hips grind against Sorsir’s mouth until I finally slump back down onto the bed, dizzy and breathless.

  “That’s one.”

  His hungry chuckle makes an aftershock of pleasure shoot through me, and I force my eyes open to peer down at him.

  He meant what he said, I realize. He’s going to make me come again before he’s even inside me.

  I know he must be aching by now, hard as steel and dying for relief just like I was, but he doesn’t make a move to slide back up my body. He stays planted between my legs, his lips brushing softly over my skin until he feels me relax under his touch.

  And then he begins again.

  It’s a blur of pleasure, the soft caresses of his tongue bringing me slowly back up this time, not the frantic need from before but a slow coaxing as he urges me toward another orgasm. He circles my clit, pressing against it and over it, and then his lips fasten over me again, his tongue moving in those slow circles that drive me insane as his fingers slide inside of me.

  “Please, I need you…” I’m delirious with need. I want to feel not just his fingers inside of me, but more of him. I need all of him. “I want to come with you inside me,” I gasp, and he laughs, a low, deep sound that makes my stomach clench with desire.

  “Oh you will,” he promises huskily, his gaze flicking up to meet mine as he grins. “But you’re going to come like this again first.”

  And I do.

  It’s only a matter of moments before I detonate under his touch, my thighs splaying open wide as I buck against his mouth.

  “Fuck, yes, Sorsir! Oh, god!”

  I’m still shuddering when he stretches out alongside me, tangling his hands fiercely in my hair as he kisses me hard. The taste of me still lingers on his mouth, and he groans as I lick his lower lip, sucking it between mine as I press myself against him.

  He starts to move atop me, but I shake my head, pushing him back for a moment.

  “Uh uh. It’s my turn.”

  I shoot him a wicked grin and he groans, but heat flashes in his eyes. As I kiss him again, I reach down to wrap my hand around him. His body jerks, and he thrusts against my palm, thick and hard.

  I want him inside of me, so much that it feels like a desperate ache, but I want to do this for him first.

  Pushing him onto his back, I trail kisses down his neck. When he moans at the touch of my lips against his skin I press harder, sucking on the soft flesh of his throat as he grips my ass and moans again.

  When I pull back, I see that I’ve left a small red spot, and it sends a flush of pride and pleasure through me.

  I’ve marked him.

  Claimed him.

  I kiss him again there, softly, and then slide down his body. My fingers trail over his shaft teasingly, and when I finally move down between his thighs, he gasps as my lips touch the tip of his cock.

  Tilting my head a little, I watch him as I slide my mouth down over him, feeling the hard flesh pulse between my lips. His head falls back, his eyes closing with bliss as I gently stroke him with my hand and lips and tongue, swirling around the tip as I slide down inch by inch.

  Sorsir reaches down to run his fingers through my hair. He keeps his touch gentle, careful not to grab or push, but I can tell how much he wants to. I can feel it in the tension in his thighs—how badly he wants to thrust up into my mouth, to take it the way he would take my pussy.

  I know how much control it takes for him to master his lust, and the idea of it turns me on even more, arousing me until I’m soaked and aching. I slide my mouth all the way down, taking every inch of him, nearly gagging on the thickness of his cock.

  “I’m… Oh, gods, Autumn!”

  His voice is strangled, and I know I’ve brought him close to the edge. I can’t wait any longer either. Fuck, I need him inside of me.

  Crawling up his body, I sit astride him before reaching down to press the tip of his cock to my entrance. His eyes glow with lust, his skin gleaming with the faint sheen of sweat.

  “I love you,” I whisper against his mouth as I lean forward and kiss him.

  My tongue slides into his mouth as I let my hips move downward, taking him inch by inch into me.

  He lets me control it for a moment, lets me tease him with each slow movement, and then as I gasp against his mouth, he grabs my hips and p
ulls me down onto him hard. I arch my back and moan wantonly as I’m suddenly filled with every inch of him, the pleasure so intense that for a moment I can’t breathe.

  “Go ahead,” he whispers, his eyes gleaming as he grips my hips with both hands, rocking upward. “Go ahead and ride me. And then I’m going to take you until you scream my name, just like I promised.”

  Unbelievably, I realize that I’m going to come again.

  Not yet, not quite, but it’s there, building inside of me as I rock my hips against him and then begin to move, sliding up and down with a rolling motion that I know drives him mad.

  “Wait,” I gasp as I realize that he’s about to roll me onto my back. “Wait, I’m going to come.”

  I moan, breathless as I feel it about to wash over me, my body clenching around his hard, pulsing cock. Then I throw my head back, my back arching deeply as it hits me again. The orgasm feels like it lasts forever, washing over me in rolling waves, and Sorsir sits up with a growl, crushing me to his chest as he rises up on his knees, his hips thrusting up into me hard as I wrap my legs around his waist.

  He kisses me, his hand wrapping into my hair, and I can feel all of it, his lust, his passion, his need for me as he drives into me harder, falling forward and pushing me down into the bed on my back as he increases his pace.

  “Oh, desh, Autumn,” he groans, closing his eyes and pressing his mouth against my neck as he thrusts into me.

  His breath is harsh and ragged as he takes me with all the desperate need that he’s been denying for the past several days.

  And then suddenly, he stops, rising up on his knees and sliding out of me.

  I stare at him, lost in the sight of this massive, muscular, gorgeous man, his hand wrapped around his straining cock as he looks down at me as if I’m the most beautiful thing in the world.

  And then he reaches out and grasps my waist, turning me over onto my stomach, sliding his fingers down my spine as I shiver at his touch. He lets go of himself, squeezing my ass with both hands as he leans forward, brushing the hair away from the nape of my neck and kissing me gently.

  “Do you trust me, Autumn?” His voice is a hoarse whisper.

  His cock brushes against the inside of my thigh, iron-hard and hot, and I nod, unable to gasp out an answer. I’m breathless with desire, aching to have him inside of me again, to feel him stretching me. I want him more than I’ve ever wanted anything in the entire world.

  “I want all of you,” he growls, his hand sliding down my spine again. “I want to make you mine, Autumn. I’ve taken you in almost every way, but I want to possess you completely.”

  I look over my shoulder at his face, a mask of desire and barely restrained lust, and a shiver passes through me. My blood feels like fire in my veins, and my heart is crashing against my ribs.

  His jaw is clenched hard, his eyes glowing gold.

  “Let me have all of you,” he growls, and I nod again, swallowing hard.

  “Yes. Oh, fuck, Sorsir. Please. I want to feel you everywhere.”

  The look on his face is so full of lust that I shudder. He reaches down, one hand gripping my ass as I spread my legs wider for him. My back arches as I feel his other hand slide between my legs, his fingers slipping against my flesh. I’m soaking wet, drenched from how aroused I am, and as he draws in a shaky breath, I feel his cock throb against my inner thigh with anticipation.

  His fingers slide between my cheeks until I’m wet there too, his thumb pressing against the tight ring of muscles as I arch instinctively against it, the sensation unfamiliar but… good.

  I do want this, I realize. Not just to please him, but because I want to give him all of me.

  Just as I claimed him, I want him to possess me, to claim me, to take me in every possible way.

  “Please, Sorsir,” I gasp, hardly knowing what I’m begging for anymore, only knowing that I need him inside of me.

  He groans, and I feel the tip of his cock press between my cheeks, his hands gripping my ass hard as he begins to push forward. He’s gentle, although I know how much effort that must take, and at first it hurts, the pain sharp and hot as he thrusts forward, his thick length feeling as if it’s splitting me open.

  But there’s pleasure on the heels of the discomfort. His large hand reaches down to slide his fingers over my clit, and my already oversensitive nerves flare to life again as he pushes forward another inch, and then another. His groans of pleasure set me afire as he keeps stroking me, each touch bringing me closer and closer to the edge.

  I’m going to come like this. Just like this.

  I didn’t think it was possible, but as he pushes forward, burying himself to the hilt in my ass, I realize that I’m on the verge. His fingers stroke me in exactly the way he knows I like. And the thought of what he’s doing, claiming me entirely as he takes his pleasure from me in any way he wants, makes molten heat gather in my core.

  I gasp, thrusting back against his fingers as he slides out of me and back in again, slowly at first and then harder. He’s still being careful with me, but with each ragged groan that spills from his lips, I know he’s closer and closer to the edge.

  “I can’t last much longer,” he grunts. His fingers become a blur of motion as he leans forward, pressing me down into the bed as he kisses the back of my neck. “Scream my name, Autumn. I want to hear it when I… oh desh, oh gods, I can’t…”

  The words spill from his mouth in a rush, his cock driving into me in one hard thrust that makes me cry out, and I feel his hips shaking, feel his cock impossibly hard inside of me. Another orgasm hits me out of nowhere, my clit throbbing under his fingers.

  “Sorsir!” I cry out, my back arching hard as I grind against him.

  He lets out another helpless groan of pleasure as he comes, his cock swelling and throbbing inside of me as I press my ass hard against him.

  “Sorsir…”

  I moan his name again, but it’s not a scream this time—it’s more like a prayer. The last waves of the orgasm wash over me, and I go limp beneath him, his body heavy atop mine.

  He rolls off of me then, trying to catch his breath as he looks at me with half-lidded eyes, a slow smile spreading over his lips. “That was…”

  “Amazing.” I nestle my body against his, wrapping my arms around him as I press my lips to his neck.

  “Yes, that. Gods, that.”

  “I love you,” I breathe against his skin, and he kisses the top of my head, his fingers stroking down my spine. “I always will.”

  “I love you too, my beautiful Irisa.”

  We stay there for a long moment, wrapped up in each other. My eyelids drift closed as I soak in the feeling of his body against mine, the scent and feel of him all around me.

  My beautiful Irisa.

  His words echo in my mind, and a warm feeling spreads through my chest, almost painful in its sweetness. He’s seen all of me, the good and the bad, like no one ever has before. And he still thinks I’m beautiful.

  I’ve seen all of him too. And I love him not in spite of who he is, but because of it.

  I never believed that I would feel this way. But in this moment, there’s no doubt in my mind.

  I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be.

  The next morning, I wake next to Sorsir, to my surprise.

  I’ve gotten accustomed to him being gone every morning, already in meetings and planning councils with the other Kalixians. But Rose kept Chloe overnight, and I wake lazily to the glow of artificial “sunlight” programmed to filter into our room at a pre-set time, still wrapped in my mates’ arms with his naked body cradling mine.

  Letting out a small sigh, I nestle closer to him as I press my lips to his chest, my fingers trailing over his side. He smells warm and soothing, the familiar masculine scent of him now as comforting to me as being nestled in a thick blanket.

  I want to stay in bed with him forever, but instead I lean up and kiss him gently, running my fingers over his cheek.

  His eyes open slowly
, blinking away the sleep as he looks down at me. A quiet smile spreads across his face.

  “Good morning,” he murmurs, his forehead brushing against mine as he kisses the tip of my nose. “Today’s the day.”

  I look up at him, my eyes widening a little as I try to calm the butterflies in my stomach.

  “What if the other Kalixians don’t like me? Or Chloe?” I whisper. “Or what if the prince is unhappy with this?”

  “It doesn’t matter,” Sorsir says, his voice firm. “We’re together, Autumn, and that’s all that matters, and all that ever will. You’re mine, now and forever. And today is the beginning of the rest of our lives together.”

  A smile pulls at my lips despite my earlier nerves. “I like the sound of that.”

  I nestle into his chest as he kisses the top of my head, a sense of calm washing over me as his arms tighten around me. For the first time in what feels like forever, I’m safe and at peace. I have a man who loves me, and Chloe has a father.

  And more than that, I can finally think the words that I never even dared to hope for.

  We’re going home.

  Epilogue

  Emma

  Life is funny.

  I never pictured myself aboard an alien spaceship—much less my second one in less than two months—but the strangest thing about it all is that I don’t actually hate it.

  I hated being kidnapped, of course, and the brief period when we were captives of the Orkun was terrifying. But all of the rest of it—the time on the stolen ship with the Kalixians, our brief sojourn on Wauru, and now this new, fancier ship taking us back to Kalix… it really hasn’t been all that bad, in my opinion. I know some of the other women are on the fence about it all, and some have accepted that this is the best way but still aren’t totally happy.

  All of them feel out of place, though, jolted and unsure of their next steps as if everything that’s happened is wildly strange and unreal.

  All of them except for Rose, Harper, Autumn… and me.