by Becca Colton
Corsar lay Chloe down on the bed along the far wall of the main room and ran his fingers gently across her forehead. The scar she’d had was now gone. Her features were flawless. Perfect. The lack of feathers was a little strange at first but he wouldn’t change a thing about her. Her fiery red hair, the freckles across her nose and cheeks, the shape of her soft pink lips, everything about her called to him, ignited a flame that would not be subdued.
Corsar sighed. She wasn’t of his world. That in itself wasn’t bad. Kriath was a popular tourist spot. But unlike those who came to explore Kriath’s wild jungles and ancient ruins, she wasn’t here willingly. Was it even possible for her to see the beauty of this place or did she think she simply exchanged one cage for another?
He stroked her chin and she whispered something. It was soft, barely as loud as a single exhaled breath. But he had heard what she said. Corsar. He looked around the room they were in. The bunker was secure, the door sealed and locked from the inside so not even someone with the password could get in. For now they were safe. There were things that needed to be done, but she wanted him near. And he would not let her down.
He gently lay down beside her, unable to hold back a smile as she snuggled against him. He wrapped an arm around her and held her close.
“Do not worry, my precious flame,” he said softly. “I will not leave you.”
Chapter Eight
Chloe frowned. The back of her neck was sore, but not like before. Before had been like a raging fire, obliterating all thought, filling her whole world with pain. Now it just ached, an echo of pain more than actual pain. What had hurt her? Her thoughts were all jumbled up.
Was it the sharp blade on the rifle held by a Cuban guerilla soldier? No, that didn’t seem right, although the jungle setting seemed accurate for some reason. Aliens. She had been abducted. She had tried to escape. Had one of them shot her? Or the spider. The freaky giant-ass spider. She definitely remembered that. Did it catch her? Was it standing over her? Feasting on her as she died one bite at a time?
No. Her thoughts were slowly falling into place. She had shot herself. The tracker. Corsar’s blaster had packed a little more punch on its lowest setting than she had expected. And Corsar was injured. A hole in his wing. She needed to wake up, and she needed to wake up now.
Slowly, Chloe fought her way to consciousness. When she finally opened her eyes, it took a few seconds for them to focus. What was she seeing? What was she lying on? It was hard, but soft at the same time. The blurry image finally came into focus and Chloe’s eyes widened. A chest. She was lying on a man’s naked chest. And not just any man. Corsar. She could tell because of the fine layer of brown feathers that coated his skin. And because she had spent some serious time appreciating that muscular chest.
Her head was resting on his pecs, one hand on his abs. His very well-defined abs. If her life had depended on it, she wouldn’t have been able to think of a better way to wake up.
The slow, steady rise and fall of Corsar’s chest of awesomeness let her know he was asleep, providing plenty of time for guilt-free drooling over muscles that were sculpted so finely that statues of Greek gods back on Earth would be jealous. It really was the perfect chest, practically made for her. It had just the right balance of hardness and softness to be the perfect pillow, and the fine coating of feathers was slightly ticklish but in a comforting way. She could snuggle right here for the rest of her life and be perfectly content.
Chloe suddenly became aware that she was running her hand across his abs, as if her hand had decided to take matters into its own hand—so to speak—since she was busy daydreaming. She chewed on her bottom lip as her fingers traced each delicious ridge, trembling as she squeezed her thighs together. A fire was growing deep inside her, growing hotter by the moment. Her thighs were slick with desire. Unable to help herself, Chloe slid her hand lower, her fingers sliding across the belt around his waist. She could see a sizable bulge just inches away, covered only by a few layers of leather. She licked her lips, and then she gasped and snatched her hand away.
What the hell am I doing? The man is injured. He needs rest. Hell, he needs a fucking hospital.
“Don’t stop,” Corsar said softly, making her jump.
How long had he been awake? Obviously long enough to know what she’d been doing.
“You’re injured,” she said.
“Your touch takes the pain away.”
Chloe smiled. That was probably the sweetest thing a guy had ever said to her.
Pressing a kiss to his chest, Chloe’s hand returned to Corsar’s tight abs. Damn, they felt good enough to lick, and why not? After all, she was all about taking his pain away. Slowly, Chloe’s lips moved lower, her tongue flicking out to taste his flesh, his soft feathers tickling her lips, cheeks, and chin. Her fingers slid down the coarse, hard leather of his kilt until she encountered his bare leg. A shiver of desire ran through her as she slid her hand under his kilt. She gripped his thick thigh, making Corsar inhale sharply when she scraped her nails along the taut flesh. His muscles felt like steel beneath her fingers.
Chloe’s eyes widened when she realized two things. First, the man was completely naked under his kilt. No underwear for the people of this planet, apparently. Second, her fingers had climbed just a short distance above his knee when her fingers brushed against his cock. Chloe licked her lips, a flush of heat warming her skin.
Holy hell! He might have wings but he’s hung like a fucking horse.
Corsar made a strange “chwirk” sound when she wrapped her fingers around the thick head of his cock. Had she hurt him? She glanced up and bit back a smile. His head was tilted back, his eyes closed, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. She definitely didn’t hurt him. She slowly slid her fingers further up, gasping when she gripped his shaft. Corsar’s breathing had quickened, his chest rising and falling faster than it had been, and his cock was growing harder in her hand. Harder and thicker, until her fingers couldn’t touch, and there was a texture to his shaft that reminded her a little bit of a textured condom, but this was all him, nothing but hot flesh beneath her fingers. It finally hit her that this was an alien, a man from another world.
I’m holding extraterrestrial junk in my hand. Chloe bit her lip to hold back a giggle. Talk about close encounters.
She had to see it. Looking up into Corsar’s golden eyes, his intense stare filled with a blazing heat that almost took her breath away, Chloe slid down below his waist. She wrestled with lifting the kilt for a moment but the leather was too stiff. She huffed in exasperation and Corsar chuckled, reaching down and undoing both his belt and the kilt, lifting his hips and tossing the items to the floor. Chloe’s eyes widened as she watched Corsar’s stiff length rise into the air before her, no longer restrained by his clothing.
Holy shit. He’s huge.
His cock was also uniquely alien, which Chloe found a lot more exciting than she would’ve believed possible just a couple of weeks ago. The head was thick and ribbed, with raised textured curves covering the shaft in a flowing spiral design that had Chloe squeezing her thighs together as she imagined what that might feel like. There were ridges along the top and bottom of the thick shaft, with the ones on the top angled at a different direction than the ones on the bottom. As she stroked him, a golden drop of alien precum appeared on the tip. Almost without thinking, she flicked her tongue out and caught it.
Yum. Gotta get some more of that.
Chloe took as much of Corsar’s cock into her mouth as she could, which wasn’t even halfway—the man was seriously huge—but Corsar didn’t seem to mind. His fingers curled in her hair, his grip tight, and Chloe moaned in approval. Corsar gasped as the vibrations from her moan went through his cock, and he made another one of those “chwirk” sounds she was quickly learning to love.
Chloe swirled her tongue around the head of his cock, her hand sliding up and down his thick shaft, her free hand resting on his flat, toned stomach. His abs tightened as his orgasm approached
and Chloe felt wetness flowing down her thighs. She moaned around Corsar’s shaft, surprised by the mini-orgasm that swept through her, and then her mouth was filled with the winged warrior’s golden creamy essence. She tightened her grip, pulling every single drop out of him that she could, running her tongue over her lips when she finally released him from her mouth.
Corsar pulled on her hair and Chloe followed his unspoken command, crawling up his body. She flashed him a mischievous smile, wrapped her lips around his nipple, and bit it. Corsar growled, and Chloe suddenly found herself on her back, Corsar on top of her, his golden eyes burning with desire.
“You like to play rough,” Corsar said. He held up a finger in front of her face so he could see the razor-sharp talon extend. It was at least an inch long and looked like it could cut steel. He grinned at her. “Do you trust me?”
Chloe nodded, her breath quickening, her wide eyes focused on the talon. Quicker than her eyes could track, Corsar’s hand slashed down, then back up, the talon shrinking back down to its normal size.
For a second, Chloe didn’t understand what had happened, but she saw Corsar look down and lick his lips. She couldn’t hold back the gasp that escaped her. The white, skintight medical suit she was wearing had been slashed open from her neck down to the juncture between her thighs.
“Remove it,” Corsar ordered, leaning back so he was no longer over her.
Without a second’s hesitation, Chloe sat up and quickly peeled the torn suit from the rest of her body and tossed it to the side. If any guy from Earth had barked a command at her like that she would’ve punched him in the dick and sent him on his way. She was NOT into being controlled. She was the one who was always in charge. But Corsar taking control made her hotter than she’d ever been before.
Corsar grabbed her and pulled her close, his mouth crashing onto hers. She melted into him as his tongue brushed against her lips. She allowed him in, and then realized his tongue was long and thin . . . and very agile. He wrapped his tongue around hers and sucked on it, and for a second she thought she might come right then.
His hands slid up her stomach and cupped her breasts, his fingers tracing slow circles around her hard nipples before pinching them. Chloe moaned, her juices running down her thighs as another mini-orgasm racked her body.
Holy hell! We haven’t even made it past foreplay yet and I’ve already come twice. Actual sex will probably drive me insane.
She decided the risk was worth it.
Breaking the kiss, Corsar nudged her head to the side and ran his tongue down her neck to the crook of her shoulder. He planted a soft kiss there and then nipped her with his teeth.
“Fuck,” Chloe gasped, her body alive with desire.
Placing his hand between her breasts, Corsar applied gentle but firm pressure, pushing Chloe back until she was lying on the bed. Corsar followed, once again covering her with his body. He kissed a slow trail down between her breasts and down her tummy, teasing her belly button with his tongue until she squealed. He raised her legs up in the air as he settled between her thighs and inhaled deeply.
“I can smell your arousal.” His voice was thick with lust.
Pressing her legs back, forcing her body to open for him, Corsar kissed one thigh, then the other. His tongue slid lightly over her wet center, and Chloe arched her back, lifting her hips to him, desperate for more friction.
“Please, Corsar,” Chloe pleaded.
“Please, what?”
Chloe pushed her hips higher, but Corsar pulled back and laughed. “You are fiery and proud . . . but you will beg for me,” he said.
Smug bastard.
But he was right. She was too hot. Too turned on. She needed relief and she needed it now.
“Please, Corsar. Take me. Make me yours. Make me come. Please!!!”
She didn’t miss the satisfied gleam in his eye, but then he slid his long tongue deep inside her and she closed her eyes as pleasure overtook her.
The warrior’s tongue caressed her inner walls, leaving her panting with desire within seconds, and then that agile, wonderful piece of alien anatomy curled up and stroked that special spot, applying just the right amount of pressure, and an orgasm appeared out of nowhere, blasting through her like a space rocket, leaving her breathless.
Corsar continued lavishing attention on her g-spot, leading to two more orgasms in quick succession. She reached down, running her fingers through the soft feathers on his head, as he withdrew his tongue and slid it up and down her slit.
“Oh god,” Chloe gasped. “You are so fucking incredible.”
“As are you, my fiery angel.”
Corsar rose up above her, grabbed her hips, and flipped her over as if she weighed no more than a feather. He pulled her up on her knees, and then she felt the head of his cock pressing against her slick slit. Even with all the orgasms, she wondered if he’d be able to fit, and then he pressed forward, slowly sliding into her.
Chloe’s head fell to the bed and she moaned long and low. The spiral design of the ridges around Corsar’s cock made her inner muscles clench, gripping the thick cock that was spreading her wider than ever before.
“Oh god,” Chloe gasped. She wanted to push back against him, get more of that delicious cock inside her as fast as possible. But he continued slowly, his powerful grip around her hips keeping her firmly in place.
Something deep inside Chloe began to wind tight, compressing together like a spring being pushed in. She gasped for breath as the pressure built, her thighs trembling as Corsar finally seated himself completely inside her, his feathery thighs pressing tight against the back of hers.
Corsar reached forward and wound his fingers through her hair, tugging her head back. She growled with lust, hornier than she’d ever been in her entire life. Corsar dominating her like this enflamed her senses like she’d never imagined.
“And now, my fiery angel,” Corsar rasped, his voice thick with lust, “I’m going to pleasure you like you’ve never been pleasured before.”
Corsar pulled back until just the tip was inside her, and then buried himself back inside her with one smooth thrust. Chloe gasped, pushing back against him. Corsar smacked her ass as he pulled back again, this time holding his position. Chloe pressed her hips back, desperate to have his full length once again, but Corsar spanked her again, harder this time.
“No,” Corsar growled. “You know what I want.”
Chloe didn’t hesitate. “I need your cock, Corsar. I need it deep inside me. Fuck me. Hard and fast. Make me yours. Please.”
“Good girl,” Corsar said, and Chloe couldn’t believe how pleased and satisfied she felt with that praise.
His strokes were long and slow, but he soon increased his speed, sending an endless wave of pleasure through Chloe. Every time she tried to drop her head, overcome with passion, he tugged on her hair, pulling her head back. It was one of the hottest things she’d ever experienced.
That invisible spring deep inside her had wound as tight as it could. Chloe could feel it within her, waiting, like a jungle cat waiting to pounce. Corsar’s free hand slid around her waist. He pressed his fingers against her clit. And that spring came unwound with explosive force, the jungle cat pouncing, her orgasm ripping through her, forcing a cry from her lips as she screamed his name.
Corsar’s own cry echoed throughout the bunker. “Kee-eeeee-arr!” And then he slammed into her one final time, emptying himself inside her. He released her hair and Chloe crashed onto the mattress, her ass in the air, Corsar holding her tight against him. She licked her lips, tasting a light hint of salt, her whole body slick with sweat. Corsar slowly withdrew from her and her hips slid down to the mattress. Her muscles were like jello. She wouldn’t have been able to move if her life depended on it. Corsar laid down beside her, wrapping a thick muscled arm around her and pulling her close against him.
She wanted to say he was wonderful. She wanted to say he made her feel things she never imagined feeling. But her body was exhausted and her b
rain was wrapped in the warm fuzzy afterglow of being thoroughly fucked, so instead of trying to put her emotions into words, she snuggled back against him, smiled when he gently swept her hair aside and softly kissed the back of her neck, and drifted off to sleep.
Chapter Nine
Corsar’s eyes slowly opened as he sighed, a smile on his face. Chloe was curled up against him, her head on his chest, his arm around her. There were no windows in the bunker. How much time had passed since falling asleep? Since feeling Chloe around him, hot and tight and so very wild?
He hadn’t been lying. Being with her, letting her flame consume him, dulled the pain of his damaged wing. But the pain was back now. With a vengeance. For a moment, he considered waking Chloe by sliding his cock deep inside her, burying his pain within her passion once again. But they needed to return to Stratos before Andar sent out a search team. He’d lost his comm during his fall through the trees so he couldn’t contact the city.
But first, before the long trek through the woods, he needed to feed his . . . mate? Was that really the word that popped into his head? Yes. It was true they hadn’t known each other very long and had met under the most unusual circumstances but she was his mate. He didn’t care if she was from another planet; his heart told him they were meant to be together.
Slowly, Corsar slid from bed and went to the kitchen area, not bothering to put clothes on. Because he stayed here frequently, running experiments and testing the alien technology, he made sure the bunker was stocked with a wide variety of fruits. He had just restocked a couple of days ago so he knew the food would still be fresh.
A strange sound down the tiny hall that led to a spacious lab drew his attention, making him take a break from assembling a fruit platter. He glanced around warily, his talons extended. He looked at a large stone ring on a pedestal in the center of the room. The intricate designs on the ring were in a different position from the last time he’d looked at them. He had spent months studying the artifact but couldn’t figure out its purpose. Finally, he’d moved on to examining other items in the lab, deciding the stone ring was some type of timekeeping device or maybe even some type of decorative art piece.
