by Sky Winters
She felt like a princess when she finally opened the bathroom door.
Gordon glanced up from the bed where he was resting and whistled. “Wow.”
Corinne spun around for him, giggling. “I love it. Thank you.”
“No. Thank you.” Gordon rose and walked toward her, wearing only a pair of satin boxers.
He held out his arms, and she gladly fell into them, enjoying the feeling of the thin and silky material pressed between their bodies, the only barrier. His lips were soft yet firm as they worked against hers, and there was nothing but the two of them in the whole world.
Gordon lifted her about the waist and she curled her arms around his neck, throwing her own back for him to kiss as he laid her back on the soft bed.
“Are you sure you’re up for this?” he asked, crawling over her.
Hell, yes.
She yanked him down, shoving her tongue in his mouth in answer. Her body responded as always to his touch, primed and ready for more with sensations awakening in places she wasn’t usually even aware of.
“I love you, Corinne,” Gordon said, gazing down at her with his bright green eyes.
“I love you, too.” Corinne caressed his face with her hand and he turned into it to tenderly kiss her palm.
“I’m going to make you forget everything,” he promised. And slid out of sight.
Corinne felt his mouth on her toes, sucking at each one until she moaned with pleasure. He rubbed her feet as he kissed and licked his way up the inside of her legs and thighs, stopping at the sensitive skin just beneath her skirt.
Willing him forward, she spread herself wider and Gordon’s hands worked at the flesh inside her thighs, circling slowly upward. But then he appeared again, above her with a sly smile as he slid his hand below her nightgown and up over her stomach to her breast where he circled her nipple with his thumb.
She writhed a little, working her hips in a state of frenzied anticipation. When she moaned in complaint, he finally slid his hand back down and between her legs, rubbing down hard over her sex.
“I love the sounds you make,” he said as he slipped two fingers inside of her and drew them slowly in and out while playing with her clit. “You’re so hot and wet for me, baby.”
“It’s been two whole days,” she blurted out.
Gordon laughed, shaking both of their bodies with it. She joined in until he pressed harder and farther inside of her, making her draw in a sharp breath with the shot of pleasure that resulted. He knew just how to manipulate her to build her arousal.
“I love you, baby,” he murmured, kissing her neck then sucking at her breast as he continued his finger-work.
“Love… you…” she panted, reaching for his silk boxers so she could tug them off and bring out the big gun.
“There’s no rush, baby,” he said, as she stroked him back. “We have the rest of our lives.”
She liked the sound of that.
Corinne sank into his kisses as they rolled over and over, back and forth on the top of the enormous bed, legs twisted together, him kneading her breasts and tugging at her nipples until they stood out hard.
“I want you inside of me,” she said as he kissed his way down to her stomach.
“Not yet,” he said. “I told you, I’m going to make you forget everything.”
Before she could ask what he meant, he buried his face between her legs and his forked tongue darted half wriggling inside of her, half flicking against her clit in quick hard motions.
“Ooohhh,” she said, losing herself in the sensations washing over her.
His hands worked beneath her and his fingers slipped slowly inside her, replacing his tongue. He switched back and forth, building her to a maddening crescendo.
Her fingers dug into the blankets at her sides as she came hard and loud to the motion of his flicking tongue.
The next thing she knew, he’d flopped on the bed beside her and laid a hand over her stomach.
“Did it work?” he asked.
“Who are you again?” she replied then laughed.
He rolled her to her side and spooned her, lifting her outside leg with his hand and entering her from behind in one quick motion that sent fireworks through her.
“Not done yet,” he said, squeezing her breast as he thrust over and over up inside of her already slick sex.
Nirvana. Every fiber of her body sang with pleasure as he worked them both toward orgasm. But before they came, he slipped out and repositioned them, guiding her onto her knees on the bed where she protested lightly, shaking with desire.
“It’ll be worth it,” he breathed, settling in behind her. He held her with one hand over her breast, the other down between the front of her legs as he entered her again from behind. His cock filled her again as he rubbed at her clit with his fingers in the same rhythm as he plunged deeper and deeper inside, actually lifting her from the bed each time.
She let her head fall back on his shoulder as he thrust and pressed, bringing her to the most explosive orgasm of her life.
When he finally released her, she fell onto the bed, spent and feeling like a pool of melted butter, him beside her.
“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he panted.
“Can we do it again?” she answered, too weak to actually move again yet.
Instead, they lay there together, talking and caressing each other into the night.
“Gordon?” she said, after they’d both been lost in thought for a while.
“Hmm?”
“I’m sorry. I got you wrapped up in a bad situation and I never should have put you in danger.”
“Baby,” he said, tilting her face so she’d look at him. “You have nothing to apologize for. It was all him. And I was never in danger. He wanted you to think I was I’m sure. But between a dragon and wolf there’s no contest.”
“I see that now,” Corinne admitted. “I should have trusted you to begin with. I thought you’d either get hurt or do something you might regret in the heat of the moment.”
“I told you. I’m fireproof,” Gordon quipped.
Corinne slapped him lightly on the shoulder. “Yeah, yeah.”
“Seriously though, I consider myself an intelligent man. I’m not going to let some fool egg me on into risking anything important. I only wanted to watch out for you.”
Corinne smiled as he splayed his hand over her stomach again. “I know that now. I promise I will trust you from now on.”
“And I promise to always be there for you.”
“How did you know to find me when I needed you?” she blurted. It had been on her mind since the fire. “Marcus set that fire on purpose to lure you away.”
“He didn’t know how fast I work. Or that Loretta had seen him follow you inside the building from Nadine’s window that day. She remembered the little scene he’d caused with you the other night and called me.”
That explained a lot. She’d have to thank Loretta when she had the chance.
Gordon kissed her lightly on the lips, lingering for a moment and sending tingles through Corinne’s limbs.
“I will protect you no matter what. You and Charlie. I swear that. You’re my treasure, and dragons always protect their most important treasure.”
Gordon ran his fingers over the tiny diamonds on her outfit, sending shivers of delight through her skin.
“I bet no treasure ever got you off like I do,” she said, reaching for his shaft. She was ready to go at it again.
“That’s for sure,” Gordon said. “You’re insatiable, woman.”
“Yup.”
And she pulled him closer for a longer kiss and a lifetime of pleasure.
Alien Romance Bonus
Alien Lord’s Slave
CHAPTER ONE
Cynthia had been staring at the same spreadsheet for what seemed like too long. She was supposed to submit her analysis of the rolling budget her manager had prepared from the costings she'd provided. All she had to do was to simply cross reference the fig
ures to see if they matched, nothing that should have taken her three hours, but it was hard to concentrate when her husband’s face kept popping to the forefront of her mind.
And it wasn't only his face, either, but the face of the woman she had caught him with as well. After five years of marriage, she had thought her life with him, though not perfect, was good enough to last a few more years. She certainly didn’t think it would end in this way.
“Cynthia!” she heard her boss call. His office was only three cubicles away, and he had a terrible habit of calling to his employees from there.
“Coming, Mr. Sloan,” she replied, and stood hurriedly. She would just have to wing it. She smoothed her skirt and gripped the file in her hand; it contained the same information as the one in the Microsoft Excel document.
Sloan was drinking coffee when she arrived. He waved her inside as he sipped and then put the cup aside. He didn’t speak as he took the file she handed to him. “So?” he asked her.
“Well,” she began unsteadily, “the performance variables show that more revenue is being generated than costs are being expended. If you look at the curve--”
“Right,” he said, nodding. “But how does the budget appear this year with respect to other years before? And are we accurately accounting for the time value of the dollars here? Miss Scott, I don’t want to allocate less than we need, nor do I want to overspend in areas I don’t need to.”
There had been times before when she loved her job, but this wasn’t one of them. Mr. Sloan was speaking, but most of what he was saying was going right over her head. She felt like a zombie, and Jeffrey’s image came to mind once more, and her eyes grew glossy. She bowed her head so he wouldn’t see the telltale signs of her heartbreak.
“Miss Scott?” he asked after a while.
“Yes, sir,” she replied, and tried hard to perk up. She swept her hair behind her ear, and licked her lips moist. She felt like all the liquid in her body had been diverted to her eyes.
“Are you all right?” he asked. He looked at her as if concerned, rested the file on the desk, and leaned into his leather chair.
She sighed. “Honestly, I am just going through some personal issues,” she told him without looking at him.
He bit the tail of his pen and scrutinized her. Then he opened his file and looked through it again. “I guess that explains why you didn’t get much done here. I see the notes section has been left empty.”
“I’m sorry, sir,” she said as she reached for the file. “I will look it over and give it back to you by day’s end.”
He held it suspended still, and then rested it back on the desk before him. “Cynthia,” he said, and pinched the bridge of his nose, “you are one of my youngest and brightest analysts, and I won’t have you here like this. My suggestion? Take a few days off and get your head together. I'll have someone handle this and hopefully, when you get back, you will be raring to go.”
He was smiling, and seemed sincere in his offer. “Are you sure, sir? I mean, I could--”
“Nonsense!” he bellowed. “I’ll expect you back in a week.
She asked, not wanting to seem too eager, but the truth of the matter was she could really use some time off. “Thank you, Mr. Sloan,” she said, and backed out of the office. She could feel the weight lifting from her shoulders, but another kind of pressure was taking hold of her heart.
She kept her head held down as she made her way out of the office, trying not to grab the attention of her nosy coworkers, but they seemed too distracted by the loads of work that accompanied the month's end that she probably appeared to them as nothing more than a blur in the distance.
When she got to her car, she flopped down into the seat, and took a moment to catch her breath and steady her heart before she turned the key in the ignition and headed home.
Home was where most of her demons lay. As she pulled into the driveway of her suburban home, the manicured lawn only served to remind her of their picnics in the park; her stoop was where they'd sat many nights and stargazed; her kitchen was where they'd shared delectable dinners; and her bedroom…that was a place she could hardly stand now.
She gazed up the stairs, decided against it, went to the refrigerator, and grabbed a beer, a six-pack she had bought and befriended over the past week. Cynthia went back to the living room and fell on the couch. This time she couldn’t hold back the tears, despite the beer.
She was knee deep in her salty lake of tears when she heard the phone ringing. She glanced at it, and groaned before reaching for the device.
“Hello?” she croaked.
“Is this Miss Cynthia Scott?” the caller asked.
“Yes,” she replied, already planning a response for the potential telemarketer.
“This is Sally, from Wildlife Reservations. Are you still interested in the cabin?”
That’s right! She had made plans to go there with Jeffrey, and completely forgotten about it. She was about to refuse when she thought that a week to herself was exactly what she needed.
“You know what? Yes, I'm still interested. Thanks for calling,” she said.
“Okay, Miss Scott,” the caller replied cheerfully, and hung up.
The timing was perfect, as she only now had a week to spare. Her trip would, hopefully, leave her rejuvenated for her return to the office. Her mind drifted to Jeffrey, and she wondered what he was doing. Her first assumption made her face grow red, and she stomped to the storage cabinet where she yanked her suitcase free and hauled it upstairs.
CHAPTER TWO
The air was crisp, kind and forgiving, and she held her head up towards the green and yellow blanket of leaves overhead. The sun forced its way through, hitting her arms and feet, projecting colored patterns on her clothes and body. She was barefoot at the moment, and she wriggled her toes in the cool grass as she enjoyed all that nature had to offer by way of comfort. She wrapped the shawl around her to stave off the morning's stubborn chill, and walked along the path. For the next few minutes her mind had completely forgotten the name Jeffrey, and her lips managed an upward slant.
She found the boardwalk at the beginning of the pier and walked to the water’s edge. She sat there and dangled her feet in the water, enjoying the coolness on her skin. Her eyes wandered along the water’s edge, all the way to the coast, until a glint struck her eye, causing temporary blindness.
“What the hell?” she asked. She held her head back this time, trying to avoid the effect, should it happen again, when she noticed what she thought was a piece of metal through the trees. “Now that’s odd,” she thought aloud. She had been there before, and technology was usually absent from this environment. A piece of metal through the trees was a virtually impossible occurrence, yet there it was now, distinct through the green and yellow foliage.
As if in a trance she got up, went back down the boardwalk, and back on the trail. She kept her eyes peeled forward, searching for any signs of a possible wreckage. Maybe a small plane had crashed and there were injured people out there. The thought of that made her walk faster, until she got to where she thought she had seen the object, only nothing was there now. She turned about, thinking maybe she had veered onto the wrong path, but when she looked through the trees, she could see the end of the pier where she was sitting before. She was standing in the right spot, but there was nothing metallic and shiny there.
“I must be losing it,” she muttered to herself. She pulled the shawl around her and turned to walk back. Her heart stopped, and her breath caught in her throat when she saw the figure standing before her. It was like a man, only not. He was tall, and his skin a ‘whiter shade of pale.’ His yellow hair was pinned at his nape in a ponytail, and he wore only trousers; the rest of his body was painted in black and white swirls going around his middle and to his back. It was hard not to notice his bulging muscles, except, of course, when she was noticing that he wasn’t human.
Her eyes nearly popped from her sockets when he stepped closer. She started to retreat, b
ut in the same moment, the gleam struck her eye again, and she noticed the metal object.
“Over here!” she said and waved, in a desperate bid to distract him. It worked. When he turned to look, she dashed off in the opposite direction. The fact that she hadn’t worked out in a long time, or even ran anywhere, for that matter, made it easy for the muscled alien to catch up with her. She screamed when she felt his shadow clawing at her, and when he grabbed her, they both fell. His hand came down over mouth, and then she smelled something awful. By the time her brain had registered the smell, her head was spinning, as were the trees above her. The last thing she saw was the smile on his face as he brought his face closer to hers.
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Cynthia woke suddenly from her sleep, and the act gave her a terrible headache. She rested her palms against her temples to quell the rising pressure there, and looked around her. She could barely make anything out, but when her eyes had adjusted to the dim lighting, she saw that she was in the company of several other women. They were slowly waking up, too, some had already woken, and all of them seemed frightened. This was exactly the emotion she should be feeling, but for some reason, she felt only numb instead.
“Oh, you are all awake,” the figure said as he entered the room. He turned on the blue lights, and she saw that he was the same man she had seen on the trail.
“What is this?” one woman asked.
He looked at her as if he was about to answer and then turned to the other women. “I am Bracken, and I am from the planet Argon. You have been specially chosen to be life mates for our men,” he told them. “Right about now you should be feeling a slight pinch on your arms, right there,” he said, indicating the bicep region.
All eyes focused there, and Cynthia could hardly believe she hadn’t noticed it before. “What is that?” she managed to ask.
“That is how we will be able to communicate. Relax, and enjoy the trip,” he said, and moved off.
