Sweet Alien Savage (Zerconian Warriors Book 4)

by Sadie Carter

  “It already is.” She kissed him lightly, totally in awe of her daring as she brushed her lips against his.

  Koran slipped his tongue between her lips, tasting her, exciting her further. He grabbed the base of her t-shirt, wiggling it up to her thighs before reaching underneath to cup her breast. He tweaked her nipple and she groaned.

  Satisfaction filled his face as he gazed down at her intently. “Do you like that?”

  “Yes.” Like didn’t really cover it.

  “This needs to come off. I need to see you. Touch and taste all of you.” He grabbed her t-shirt.

  “No. Wait.” She grabbed his hands, stilling him.

  “What is wrong?”

  “What’s your favorite color?” she asked.

  “I do not have one.”

  “Really?” She gaped at him. “You don’t have a favorite color?”

  “No. And is this really the time to ask this?”

  “I just want to know you better.” And she needed to slow things down a bit so she could work out how to tell him that she was a virgin.

  “Do we not know each other well enough?” He laid her back on the sofa and sat next to her. “I know that I want you. I know that you are my mate. I know that you are a good person. I have admired how you have handled everyone who has brought their problems and complaints to you with patience and kindness. You are intelligent, talented and mine. You are mine.”

  She stared up at him, surprised. “That’s the most I have ever heard you say in one go.”

  He shrugged, looking slightly embarrassed. “I am not good with compliments or expressing feelings. But I admire you, Mila. I made a mistake when I thought your sister was what I wanted in a mate. Everything I thought I wanted was wrong. You are who I want. I will never be good with feelings or emotions; I am certain I will annoy you numerous times. But I know that you are patient enough to handle me.”

  She grinned. “Let’s hope so.”

  “I know you are unsure about our mating. I do not have the words to reassure you except to say that you come before everything else to me. I would put myself between all danger and you. I would do my best to never let you come to harm. I will do my best to be what you need.

  “I do not know what love feels like. I am not certain I ever will. But I will commit myself to you for the rest of our lives. I will never let you down or leave you. Mila, you are my everything.”

  Tears filled her eyes. “That’s enough. That’s more than enough.” Sitting, she threw her arms around him.

  “I want to be with you, Koran. Make me yours.”

  He kissed her deeply until they were both panting, their need like a breathing, living thing between them.

  “I have to tell you something,” she told him as he pushed her gently back.

  He grabbed the top of her t-shirt and ripped it down the middle.

  “Oh.” She let out a giggle. It sounded slightly hysterical.

  “Can it not wait?” He drew the sides of her t-shirt apart, staring down at her with such hunger in his gaze that her whole body went on high alert.

  She’d never thought her body particularly attractive, but the way he watched her made her feel beautiful. Wanted.

  He really wanted her. Not Aline. Not anyone else. Finally, she was starting to truly understand.

  She really was his.

  And he was hers.

  He cupped her breasts. They didn’t even fill his hands.

  “There isn’t much there,” she told him apologetically.

  “Much what?”

  “Uh, boob. I know men like big breasts.”

  “I am not a human male,” he reminded her, leaning in to lick each nipple. He teased her, moving back and forth, biting at each nipple then lapping at them gently, soothingly.

  Need overwhelmed her, pounding at her. She moved restlessly beneath him, wanting more.

  “Do I need to tie you up?” he growled.

  “What?” She gaped up at him.

  Standing, he picked her up and moved to her bedroom. “To keep you still. You would look beautiful tied to the bed, your legs spread, arms above your head. Helpless to my every touch.”

  As he placed her on the bed, she cleared her throat, trying to find her voice.

  “While that sounds interesting,” she stated hoarsely, “maybe we can save that for another day.”

  Her body cried out at her rejection. Yeah, so it sounded more than interesting. It sounded hot.

  Really, really hot.

  “Yes, I would need my equipment. I find myself too impatient this first time.”

  Equipment? Note to self: Must ask Koran what equipment he is talking about.

  Koran drew off her t-shirt and moved back to her breasts, attacking them with a fervor she definitely appreciated. Unsure what to do, she placed her hands on his shoulders and squeezed.

  Suddenly, he stood and quickly stripped. “I cannot wait. I must have you.”

  Voice lost once more, she just gaped at him. Koran paused, watching her.

  “Like what you see?” he asked in an arrogant voice. Reaching down, he grabbed his thick, erect shaft.

  This wasn’t the first cock she’d seen. Hell, she’d seen Stefan’s dick more times than she cared to remember.

  But it was the only cock she’d ever seen that was going inside her.

  And it was freakin’ huge.

  “Like isn’t the word I was thinking of,” she muttered.

  His gaze darkened as he stared down at himself. “You do not like what you see?”

  Whoops. “That’s not it. You’re gorgeous and you know it. You’re incredible. But I’m not sure that you … I mean you …” She waved her hand at him, frustrated by her inability to vocalize her thoughts.

  “Mila. Breathe.”

  She took a deep breath in.

  “Now, let it out.”

  She breathed out.

  “Tell me what is the problem.”

  “I’ve never had sex before. I’m a virgin,” she blurted out.

  “Oh.”

  Oh? That was all he had to say?

  A huge grin covered his face. Mila watched, enraptured by how stunning he was when he smiled.

  “You saved yourself for me. No male has ever touched you before and no male ever will again.”

  She shook her head. “Wait. And that’s what makes you smile? My virginity?”

  “You will never know any other touch but mine,” he stated arrogantly. “This pleases me.”

  Of course, it did. Nothing else made him smile. But the fact that she’d never fucked another man practically made him swoon with happiness.

  Idiot male.

  “Do not worry, Mila. We were made for each other.”

  She licked her lips nervously. “Are you sure?”

  Nodding, he moved forward. “Touch me.”

  Reaching out, she tentatively ran her hand up and down his shaft. “It’s silky. Smooth.”

  His cock twitched and she smiled. “You don’t have any hair down here.”

  “Zerconians don’t.”

  “I do.” Would he find that repulsive?

  He grinned. “I like our differences. Your softness. Your breasts. The smoothness of your skin and the sweet way you smell.”

  She blushed.

  “Do not worry, Mila. I would do nothing to hurt you. I will ensure that you are very, very ready to take me.”

  “How will you do that?” she asked.

  “By making, you come. On my fingers. And on my tongue.”

  “I don’t know that that’s a great idea.”

  “I do.” He spread her legs apart, kneeling between them.

  “Shouldn’t I shower first?”

  “No.”

  “But—”

  “No,” he repeated.

  “You don’t know what I was going to say,” she protested as he kissed along the top of her panty-line.

  “Doesn’t matter. I am going to lick you. I am going to lap at you. I am going to love your t
aste and I will do this often.”

  Oh, crap.

  Grabbing her panties in both hands, he pulled, ripping them.

  “You need to stop ripping my clothes. I don’t have an endless supply.”

  “Good, then you will have to go around naked.” Reaching out, he licked the top of her slit.

  A shiver raced through her.

  “I’m sure you would like that. Not sure everyone else would.”

  “No one else would see you naked,” he growled. “This is all for me. I will buy you new clothes.”

  Reaching up with his hands, he played with her nipples as he took a long, deep lick of her pussy.

  Holy shit. Yeah, this was something she could easily become addicted to.

  “Place your hands behind your head,” he ordered. “You are not to move while I bring you to pleasure.”

  Did he want to ask her to fly to the moon at the same time? It was impossible to remain still.

  “Move and I will be forced to punish you.”

  “Punish me?” she asked her voice squeaking.

  “Yes. I might be forced to spank you. Zerconian males often spank their females if they disobey them.”

  Oh hell no.

  “There is no way you are spanking me, buddy.”

  He raised his eyebrows. “No? Not even if you might enjoy it?”

  Enjoy it? Was he serious?

  “I find I could never spank you as serious punishment. But a fun spanking. That is something we might both enjoy.”

  “I doubt it.”

  Quickly, he flipped her onto her stomach. He smacked his hand down twice on her ass.

  “Hey!” she protested.

  He massaged her ass, slipping one hand down to her pussy to rub his finger against her pussy.

  Oh, that felt nice. No, it was delicious.

  Smack! Smack!

  The sting jolted her, but the heat that followed filled her blood, making her clit shiver. Especially when he followed up each pair of smacks by teasing her clit with his fingers.

  He moved back and forth, smacking her ass, heating her skin and sending shockwaves of delight through her, to playing with her clit, circling it, tapping it.

  Need grew inside her, filling her until she could focus on nothing else except the need to come.

  “Koran! Koran!” she called out, feeling a little lost. Erotic hunger had taken her over, scaring her with its intensity.

  “Find your release, Mila. Just let go.”

  He tapped her clit faster, harder, until she came with a scream that shocked her. It reverberated through the room as she shook on the bed, her whole body caught up in wave upon wave of orgasm.

  Koran rolled her onto her back, lying on his side beside her. He brushed his fingers against her breasts.

  Shivers of pleasure still rocked her body. His cock pressed against her thigh and she reached down, grasping him tightly.

  “Can I do something for you?” she asked shyly. “I don’t really know what I’m doing but I’m a quick learner.”

  “I’m sure you are,” he replied, his breath coming in quick, short pants. “But I find myself without my usual fortitude.”

  “Really? Why is that?”

  “Because I need you too badly.”

  Satisfaction filled her.

  “First, though, I need that taste of you.” He slipped down her body.

  “You don’t have to. I’m ready.”

  She was more than ready. Her pussy felt empty. She needed him inside her, filling her, joining them together.

  “Best I make sure.” He lay between her legs and drew the lips of her pussy apart.

  “Don’t look at me!” she squeaked.

  “Why not?” He appeared genuinely confused as he looked up at her.

  “Because, well, because it’s not pretty, I guess.”

  He frowned. “You want it to be pretty? I do not understand humans and their obsession with their looks.”

  “I guess we kind of are, aren’t we? I tell myself that I don’t care what I look like. That someone should love me the way I am. Still, I obsess over my looks. Silly, huh?”

  “Yes.”

  He returned to her pussy, running his tongue around her clit.

  Well, she guessed that told her. No obsessing over how her pussy looked. ‘Cause it sure didn’t seem to matter to Koran. Moving with confidence, he expertly brought her back to the brink of orgasm. His tongue circling her entrance, dipping just inside her before moving back to her clit.

  “Koran! Koran! I need…I need…” Words failed her. Her mind turned to mush.

  “Shh. I have you.” He rose above her. “Place your legs around my hips.”

  Muscles bunched beneath smooth, tanned skin as he placed his hands on the mattress next to her shoulders, holding his weight.

  “Reach down and guide me inside you. Don’t worry, I will move slowly. You tell me to stop and I will.”

  Trusting him to do exactly as he said he would, she grabbed hold of his cock, guiding the tip to her entrance. He slid slowly inside her, stretching her.

  Then he paused. “This bit will hurt.”

  “I know. Do it.”

  With a sharp, hard movement, he penetrated her. She hissed as fiery pain engulfed her pussy.

  “Ow!”

  “Are you all right, Mila?” he asked, concern and need etched deeply into his face. The lines around his eyes deepened. “Are you in a lot of pain? Perhaps we should stop.”

  “No!” she yelled.

  He stared down at her in shock.

  “Sorry. It’s just that I really, really don’t want you to stop. I’m okay now.”

  “Are you certain? I do not like causing you pain.”

  “Necessary pain. Now we can get to the fun stuff, right?”

  “Fun stuff. Yes, now we get to the fun stuff.”

  Inch, by penetrating inch, he entered her. Thank God she was slick from two amazing orgasms, which eased his passage. Pleasure and pain blended.

  “You feel so good. So soft and tight. I am finding it very hard to control myself.”

  She’d take that as a compliment, considering how much control meant to Koran. “Then don’t.”

  His face was strained. “You must find release with me.”

  “Again? I don’t need to come again.” She couldn’t handle another orgasm.

  He moved slowly out then back inside her. Slowly, so slowly, it was killing her. Nerve endings tingled. His body brushed against hers. Sweat glistened on his skin.

  He was hot. Sinful. Gorgeous.

  “You’re mine,” she told him.

  “Yes,” he gritted out between his teeth. “I am.”

  Satisfaction filled her. She’d never thought she could find someone she would trust enough to merge her life with his. She still didn’t believe in love, but that wasn’t what Koran was offering.

  He was offering her forever. He wouldn’t abandon her as her father had her mother.

  So she didn’t know his favorite color or the name of his favorite childhood toy.

  She knew him.

  He was loyal. Protective. Caring. Sexy.

  Reaching down with one hand, he rubbed her clit. Impossibly, she felt herself starting to come. Little ripples ran through her pussy. She clenched down around his shaft.

  “Oh, oh, oh!” she cried out as she came again. This orgasm was softer than the last two but no less intense. His cock just seemed to stimulate her nerve endings, making her orgasm last and last.

  Koran moved in and out, faster and faster until he came with a yell that filled the room.

  Dizziness swamped her. Darkness filled her vision, panic made her whimper. “Koran!”

  Koran stared down at Mila in panic. What the stars?

  “Mila? Mila?” He sat up, shaking her shoulders slightly. Stars! He had forgotten about this part.

  After Zoey and Dex had fully joined, Zoey had lost consciousness. Dex had been thrown into a fit of panic, calling for Thor immediately.

&n
bsp; But Thor wasn’t here and Mila didn’t like the human doctor.

  “Mila? Mila, wake up.”

  She let out a low groan and he nearly collapsed with relief. He knew he would care for his mate. Be concerned with her safety and health.

  But he hadn’t realized that he would feel so panicked, so terrified at the thought of any harm coming to her.

  “Koran? What happened?” she murmured.

  “I am sorry, Mila. I forgot.”

  “Forgot what?”

  “When Zoey and Dex joined for the first time, she lost consciousness. Something to do with the mating bond. Are you well? Shall I get the healer?”

  “No, don’t get that quack. Help me sit up.”

  “I do not think you should do that.”

  “Koran, I’m fine. I just fainted. Seems that happens a lot around you.”

  He helped her sit and put some pillows behind her back. “My head feels weird.”

  “Remember how I mentioned that mates could sense each others emotions, that is why you feel me in your head.”

  Mila gaped at him. “Are you kidding?”

  “No.”

  “Of course not. You don’t joke. You’re the least funny person I know.”

  Was that an insult?

  Knowing what she was feeling would be a big help to him. He found that understanding a human female was a difficult endeavor.

  She just stared at him. “You can read my thoughts?”

  “More like impressions of how you are feeling. Your emotions. But I will show you how to build walls in your mind to keep your privacy. I know that is important to humans.”

  “Makes it hard for you to lie to me.”

  “Why would I lie to you?”

  She patted his hand. “Don’t worry. I’m just getting used to all of this. There’s a lot to understand.”

  “With Zoey and Dex, it took a while for the mating to fully take place. But not with our mating,” he boasted.

  “Glad to know you beat your friend,” she muttered tiredly. “I need a bath. I need some time to think.”

  He watched in concern as she slowly shuffled her way to the bathroom. Something was wrong. What had he done? Was it because he hadn’t fully explained to her what would happen after they mated? He had truly forgotten. His need for her had overtaken him. He would do what he could to restore her privacy.