Aran: Love me Harder - Alien Paranormal Romance

by Simpson, Serena

  He applied pressure and felt his finger sink in.

  “I need you in me.”

  He needed to taste. To get his lips wet on her, to let his tongue soak in all that cream. He reached out and rubbed her clit. It was there just begging to be petted. He touched it hard.

  A cry came from her throat as she thrust up against his hand.

  “In me. I need you.” Her tortured voice demanded, leaving him no doubt that she wanted him.

  He wanted to roar his approval. After so long, he was wanted. He stared at his treat, his head going for what he wanted.

  “No, don’t.” She had sat up and caught his shoulders, keeping his mouth away.

  She’s denying us. The beast in him had been content to let the man have his way, but now they were both enraged. She was theirs. How could she deny him?

  He looked up and met her eyes. She wanted him, he could see that. Why the no?

  Her eyes had darkened. Not in passion, but in fear. There was a small shake to her body. Someone had hurt her.

  “I don’t taste right.” She flinched when she heard those words come out of her mouth. She knew better, but when the man who swore he loved you told you that some women tasted divine while others did not, and you were in the crowd that didn’t. Well it gave you a complex even if you knew better.

  He wanted to shake the house with his roar. She would taste just right. Pulling back he sunk a finger in her hot body. Then he added another one as he watched her pant.

  He withdrew his fingers and waited until she was looking him in the eyes. He placed a finger in his mouth and licked it clean. Then he licked the second one clean.

  He watched those expressive eyes get bigger. Her eyes told the whole story. He was pretty sure she never lied. How could she?

  “I want to lick that and eat that. I want to be covered in it, and still I won’t have enough of it. Next time, doll, so get used to the idea. I am going to dive between those thighs and suck you down. Understand?”

  She nodded her head and tried to swallow.

  He reached down and snapped her panties gathering them in his hands he tossed them across the room.

  Later he promised himself she would tell him who had said that to her. Later, when he could think and make plans to visit the man.

  “Can I touch?”

  He knelt between her open legs picturing his cock buried deep in her. Could she touch?

  “Touch.” His voice barely came out as he fought for supremacy with his beast. It could feel and enjoy, but the male had to stay in control.

  He tightened his control as he felt her soft hand caress him.

  She laughed. “The hair is tickling my palm. I like it.”

  She stroked him harder, the way she had in her dreams. Catching him in her hand and holding on to him. He was too big to close her hands all the way around. She slowly dragged her hand down.

  “I feel you.” She dropped his cock. She had felt his pleasure go through her. It hit her in her abs, then tore a blazing trail down to her aching pussy. “What happened?”

  “It’s a dominate trait in one of the species they used to create us. We transmit our pleasure to our mates and theirs is transmitted back to us. Don’t think that’s what the scientists had in mind when they created us.”

  Speech had gotten hard and his vision had changed. He was as much male as he was animal. The animal didn’t talk. It stalked. It took. It killed and it pleased its mate. Right now, they both wanted to please their mate.

  Reaching down he entered her. Not hard and fast like she wanted him to, but gently, not wanting to hurt her. She bucked up forcing him in, taking him deeper.

  “More.”

  He shifted his hips as he sank deep into her, watching the play of emotions on her face. She was beautiful.

  She gasped and her eyes rolled as she met him thrust for thrust. No control left. He let his hips pound into her as he watched desire take over her body, her face.

  It was incredible, the feel of her pussy clutching him tight as he thrust hard into her softness, it was made even better by the feelers on his shaft. He could feel and hear her pleasure as his feelers stroked her easing the friction of his cock thrusting into her. They transmitted the pleasure she felt as he moved in side of her.

  She wanted this. She was loving it. It was written on her face with one emotion after the other, some sweet, some hungry, others stark and some just plain needful.

  “I need more. I can feel your pleasure.”

  He could feel her pleasure too. It was bursting over him like a dam. He was rolling in the emotions he was feeling. He could feel her tensing and shaking. He could also feel her joy. Her desire flooded him. She never wanted to stop. It was like a wild thought that beat at his heart. She wanted to do this forever. She had his vote.

  He sucked one of her hard nipples in his mouth and drilled her hard and fast. She was tight around his thick shaft. He loved the look of pleasure on her face as he drove deep into her body. The feelers on his shaft were tingling from the pleasure humming through her body. He sank in and nuzzled her neck loving the scent of her sweat soaked body. Her labored moans drove him faster encouraging him to take more, demand more. Her body was growing taunt under his and she moved wildly reaching for the prize.

  The scream that erupted came as her body tensed and exploded around him. He kept moving, driving her higher, until her body began to sag.

  Then he erupted. He felt it race down his spine. His boys tightened up and nothing but low grunts of pleasure came from him as he spilled into her.

  He collapsed, but remembered to use his arms so as not to hurt her. He lay with his head against her heart, breathing fast. He felt like he had just come home.

  She stroked his back. The movement was soft. He barely felt it. With regret he pulled out of her and rolled over, bringing her with him.

  “That was…”

  “Amazing?” He supplied. “So good we have to do it again? Earth shattering? We touched the stars?”

  She laughed. It was light and full of joy. She was making his house a home. With her laughter and her dinners and her sweet loving nature. On his planet, it would be final. They would be officially a couple and no one would be able to come between them.

  It didn’t work that way here. He knew he had a long way to go to win her for real.

  “What are you thinking about?”

  “Some of the customs on my planet.”

  “Tell me about the women.”

  “They are small. Smaller than even earth women.”

  They also don’t come in a multitude of colors. Women on his planet looked a lot alike, but that was because their genes were tweaked before they were born. They had no real choice in how they looked.

  “Most of the men on my planet stand around five five. They are shorter than you are. The women are engineered from conception to be closer to five foot. It is rare to see one taller than five three, but it does happen. They are treated as throw-aways, the ones no one wants. We wanted them, but they were poisoned against us. They were told we would kill them if we ever touched them.”

  “They believed that lie?”

  “They grew up believing it.”

  “So what happens to them?”

  “A few of them were brave enough to defy society. They found out that they were genetically enhanced enough to love a warrior. Then they found out that their hearts wanted to love their warriors. No one liked it, but they were willing to leave the planet to be happy.”

  “There was no one for you?”

  “I thought so at first, but I realized she was for another.”

  “I’m confused.”

  “There was a female, she was not from my planet, but had been allowed to come visit and learn. I was attracted to her. I was overjoyed thinking she may be the mate I desperately wanted.”

  “What happened to her?”

  “She chose another.”

  “You were hurt.”

  He looked down at her, his eyes were
still glowing. “Not anymore.” He took her in his arms and kissed her.

  Chapter Fourteen

  The sound of the shower woke her. She stretched only to wince in pain, the kind that made you smile. Three times he had apologized. Each time she had opened her arms and other parts enjoying the ride. He had lots of stamina. By the final time, she had said no more and he had been good with it.

  He was huge and those feeler had her singing the praise of an alien lover, but her pleasure box had needed a rest and so had the rest of her body.

  No pleading or threatening like some of her former lovers. Nope, he gave her a sweet kiss and told her to rest. She would need it for tonight.

  Getting out of the bed, she walked into the bathroom to surprise her lover. Aran was her lover. Was she wearing that silly grin on her face? A quick look in the mirror confirmed that yep she was.

  “Come join me doll.”

  “How did you hear me?”

  He inclined his head to look at her. “Good hearing.”

  She entered the shower, it was big enough for more than two. She should probably be embarrassed. It had only been a week and she had already slept with him. All she could feel was satisfaction.

  “Why do you call me doll?”

  “You’re so small, you remind me of a beautiful china doll, but you’re tough too. So you’re doll, my doll.”

  “Not sure how I feel about that.”

  “They were one of the first things we saw when we came to earth. We materialized in a shop that sold them. They were our first good look at earth women. I had one of them in my hands when a strange barking caused me to drop it. It did not break. We all wondered if earth women would also look so fragile on the outside, but be as tough on the inside.”

  “You see me as fragile and strong?”

  “You are both. It only adds to your beauty.”

  She smiled changing her mind, being seen as both fragile and strong appealed to her. “I love being called doll.”

  The smile he gave her made her heart go into over drive. She needed some real space before she began to think she was in love with him and not just in lust with his gorgeous body.

  “What are you planning for today?”

  He had taken a sponge and was washing her gently. “I have to meet with my brothers soon at the office. We may come back later. Will that distract you?”

  “No. Besides this is your place, silly.”

  “It could be ours.”

  “Maybe one day.” She reached up and kissed him, stopping all conversation.

  She washed him down, paying special attention to some areas, but he stayed in control. No morning nooky for her. She’d see him tonight.

  She made him breakfast before he left and he promised to make dinner. She had been surprised. She wasn’t expecting that. She had also been surprised that he gave her permission to roam the house at will.

  She went to grab her phone. Dee had blown it up last night.

  Text messages. ‘Hey how’s it going? Let me know.’

  ‘Hey haven’t heard from you yet. Did you get there ok?’

  ‘Really Rena you know the drill, text back.’

  ‘I had to call Niko that jerk. I told him if Aran hurt you I was going to wipe the floor with him and Niko too.’

  ‘He says Aran would never hurt you. I have heard that line before.’

  ‘Rena it’s morning. If I don’t hear from you soon I am reporting you as missing.’

  She tried not to smile. Dee loved her and she loved her back.

  “Rena?”

  “Dee, I am fine. Sorry, we got to talking.” Discovering he wasn’t human. “Time got away and I never checked my phone. It was dead when I got up, so I plugged it in. I just got around to checking it.”

  “You owe me. I was so scared something happened to you.”

  “I’m sorry. You’re right I do owe you.”

  “I also had to talk to Niko. You owe me for that one too.”

  “What’s wrong with Niko?”

  “We need a girl’s night for that one. Now for the real question, how good was he?”

  “Dee!”

  “Don’t Dee me. Dish.”

  “He was good, better than good.”

  “Was he come to my bed dirty, its ok?”

  That was their system, you knew you had a keeper if you would let him come to bed dirty. You might not like it, but you liked him.

  “Yeah, he was come to my bed dirty good.”

  “I am jealous. Does he have a brother? Wait, I didn’t mean that.”

  “Niko is his brother.”

  “This is where we part. Don’t scare me like that again. Later.”

  The phone rang and she picked it up still laughing at Dee.

  “Hello.”

  “Hi bitch.”

  “Excuse me? You must have the wrong number.” The caller clicked end first.

  Rena stood in the middle of the room, frozen. Had she just been threatened? Her body started to shake before she forced herself to stand still. She had been traumatized before. Hurt and abused. Afraid to go outside in the dark. Her heart beat fast as the old fear loomed up in her mind.

  She was so sure she had overcome the trauma that had temporarily put her life on hold. How could one phone call bring up the past to such a painful degree? Her legs shook as she remembered what it felt like to be a hostage in her own home, afraid of the shadows in the dark. She was no longer a victim. She had conquered that fear. Images of her walking out in the dark flashed through her mind. She had refused to be a victim of the night. Anger would be her refuge.

  Her heart beat fast, but not with fear. Her legs shook and her hands balled up into fists. Anger was striking hard and fast. She started pacing the room. Who could have threatened her? Brad? Why would he threaten her? She had been laid off? It’s not like she would be looking into him any longer.

  If not Brad, then who? She walked into Aran’s office and booted up her lap top. Maybe it was time to look into that board of directors. There were four of them. Tom Johnson- the kindly grandfather who had always treated her with respect. Jim Smith- he was the understated type. Lars Colum- seemed nice enough and Elliot Jones, her skin crawled just thinking about him.

  She would start with sweet and kind and work her way down to sleazy. There had to be a reason someone had called her to make a threat. Who knew her number? It wasn’t something that Brad would have and it didn’t sound like him on the phone, although she knew voices could easily be changed.

  Mr. Johnson seemed to be what she had thought, an elderly gentleman who was sweet and kind. Jim smith came up clean. He was married with children and did his best to stay out of the lime light. The same couldn’t be said for Elliot Jones. He was a sleaze, but wouldn’t have a reason to threaten someone unless his affair got out. She cared less about his affair.

  That left her with Lars Colum. He was remarkable in the fact they he had almost no foot print at all. It was like he did nothing digitally. How did a director on the board of a relatively large corporation have no online dealings?

  Leaving that question for later she turned to her most likely suspect, Elliot Jones made her spidey senses go wild. He was the sleaze she had pegged him as.

  The more she dug, the dirtier she felt. He juggled multiple women and men in the not so platonic way. But did being a sleaze make him someone who would threaten her with death? She sighed. Really, did she care who he slept with?

  It was there. She was sure of it. She was just overlooking it. She headed back to look at Brad’s online profile to see if she could get anything else from him.

  An hour later she stood and stretched. Brad was a small player in the big pool that dealt with drugs. There was no reason for him to threaten her though. She hadn’t even known until she had gotten the call.

  Someone was suspicious that she might learn more and was trying to stop her before she decided to investigate further. She would never stand for being made a helpless victim again. She would find them.
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  She would have to go home. She did not want to bring trouble to Aran’s doorstep. But she wasn’t using that silly phone call as a reason to leave either. She felt torn inside half of her wanting to run, while the other half wanted to grab for the gold ring.

  He wasn’t an alien and she had not had sex with him several times last night. Ok she signed to herself he was an alien and she had made love to him multiple times last night. In the dark it was easy to throw caution to the wind. In the light of day her rational mind was beating her up.

  There was one thing she was sure of, it didn’t matter if he was alien or human she had to make sure he stayed alive. The best thing for her to do was to leave a note and tell him to give her a call later.

  She looked around the office and left to find her belongings.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Her body wanted his touch. It had not taken that long to pack her belongings and call a cab. The waiting for the cab had been the longest part. Her stomach had tightened with thoughts of him coming in before she left.

  Her bladder had suddenly wanted to find the rest room several times and her nerves had pricked her skin like small needles in the doctor’s office.

  She became angrier with every thought that resisted her attempt to leave. Once it finally arrived, she slammed the door of the cab so hard, it shook. Yeah, she wanted to stay.

  Who wouldn’t want to stay? He was different. She had never met anyone like him. He satisfied her. Instead of light touches to annoy her, he gave her deep hard thrusts and touched her like he wanted to worship her. He wasn’t afraid to break her and she liked that.

  She opened the door to her house and the tight feeling in the pit of her stomach intensified. Someone had been there, the place was wrecked. On the wall was a picture of her with an X over it.

  She called the cops. Not that she really wanted another stranger in her house. What should she do next?

  She wished the process had been painless. Two cops came to the door. They sat her down and asked her who would be after her. Was she involved in anything illegal?

  Two, three, four times they questioned her, before finally believing her story. They took her former work place address and phone, got details on Brad and made noises about contacting Mr. Harris. She had smiled through it all. Once done, they looked through the house, took pictures and did whatever they felt was relevant.