Alien Romance: Arcturus Mates Complete Series (Book 1 - 9): Scifi Alien Abduction Romance (Alien Invasion Romance, Alien Romance)

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Alien Romance: Arcturus Mates Complete Series (Book 1 - 9): Scifi Alien Abduction Romance (Alien Invasion Romance, Alien Romance) Page 36

by Julia Sexton


  She wanted to be everything to him. Never had she felt so open, so ready to give everything. The heat in her belly built to a crescendo. As his fingers began rubbing circles on her nub, she thrust her hips against his hand as her first orgasm spasmed her entire body.

  She cried out in pleasure. Her cry seemed to spur him on. He lifted his body over hers.

  “I want you,” Sandy said in a throaty voice she didn’t recognize.

  Josh pushed the tip of his engorged penis into her feeling her wetness. “I’m yours.”

  “Yes,” she said whispered, raising her hips to lead him down.

  He buried his face against the hair on her neck as he pushed into her juices. She pulsed around him urging him deeper with her movements. She hooked her legs behind his thighs pulling him deeper, his groan of pleasure vibrating her neck.

  Josh began a steady rhythm. His full length stretched her open as he pressed his way deeply inside.

  Sandy moved her hips, taking him all and moving with him. Together they rocked and moved until Josh’s body stiffened.

  Sandy felt the waves build as another orgasm swept over her. “I’m coming, come with me.” She dug her fingers into his buttocks as she pushed him inside.

  His body pulsed and stiffened with his jerks of pleasure. “Ah,” he cried. “Ah, ah, ah!” They peaked together. Her body burst with the fire that had smoldered since his first touch.

  He rode her again moving and thrusting to match her needs somehow knowing when to back off with titillating pleasure building her desire and when to go deep.

  Sandy felt confident she could say anything to Josh. The connection between them was like they were one. “I’ve never been on top. I want to do that with you.”

  Josh pushed deep inside her as he asked, “Never?”

  She shook her head back and forth.

  Josh reached around her back and rolled her on top, his hard shaft never leaving her. She pulled her knees next to him so she straddled him and instantly felt his shaft surge even deeper.

  He rotated his hips, his shaft pressing against her walls as he did. “You’re amazing. You feel soft and strong all at once.”

  Josh grabbed her hips, moving with her as she slowly rode up and back down on him. “I want to please you. I want you to feel me bringing you pleasure.”

  Sandy brought her face down close to his. “I’ve never felt more pleasure in my life.” She licked his lower lip and then bit it lightly as she pressed down on his thighs and gyrated her hips.

  “Now it’s my turn to please you,” she said as she raised her hips slowly up along his shaft. She leaned forward again and licked the side of his neck and along his sculpted jaw line. “Are you ready for pleasure?”

  “Yes, I am yours.”

  Sandy lifted herself up and down on his powerful shaft, taking every inch of him deep inside of her. She could see the pleasure on his face. And, the aroused tension.

  “Do you like this?” she whispered.

  “Yes, you’re so soft. You, ah, feel like power.” His eyes closed in pleasure.

  She brought a hand to his chin and turned his face up toward hers. He opened his grey-blue eyes. The looked each other in the eye as she rode his shaft with intense abandon.

  “Come in me,” she said, wanting to feel him explode inside her, needing that ultimate passion. “Come.”

  His face flushed as his mouth opened in an expression of pure ecstasy. She pushed herself down on his hardness. She felt him swell as he built to a climax.

  She felt her own build and expand inside her as she rode him. Then together they climaxed as one being in exultant ecstasy. He shouted in pleasure as Sandy moaned a throaty cry of her own. She rolled to the side and lay full length against him, feeling his hard torso and muscular legs solid against her side. They lay side by side panting in short, sharp gasps.

  “This is the most human…” he said, but was breathing too hard to get the rest out.

  Sandy smiled. A euphoric languor spread through her limbs, augmented as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer against him.

  “I want you to be with me, here, forever.” He said.

  The red rose from the limousine lay on the pillow in a somewhat wilted state. He picked it up and held it to his nose.

  “I wasn’t specific at the lighthouse. But now...now. If you’ll have me I want to make you mine in a human way. Will you marry me?”

  All the worry that maybe her feelings had been too strong, melted away. Sandy sighed happily and kissed him softly on the forehead.

  “Yes,” she said with total certainty in her heart. “Yes.”

  She laughed contentedly and settled against him. Their breathing slowed, and their rhythm diminished in unison. Sandy idly ran her fingers through the red-gold curls on his chest. The confusion and fear of the past few days consumed and gone forever in their union. She had never felt so safe and loved.

  “And what I wanted was a normal life.” Sandy sighed.

  “Oh, no.” Josh laughed. We’re anything but normal.”

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  Mated To The Alien

  Alien Abduction Romance Collection

  Julia Sexton

   Copyright 2015 by Julia Sexton

  All rights reserved.

  No part of this publication may be reproduced

  in any way whatsoever, without written permission

  from the author, except in case of brief

  quotations embodied in critical reviews

  and articles.

  This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any

  person, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

  First edition, 2015

  All the stories belong to their respective authors.

  INTRODUCTION

  This is a great opportunity to own 4 sexy alien romance books in one limited edition digital boxed set.

  The perfect blend of romance, sex and action involving beautiful curvy heroines and their incredibly sexy Alien lovers.

  Each story in this collection is sure to keep you hooked till the very end!

  This is your chance to own them all!

  Mated To The Alien Includes:

  Abducted By The Alien

  Rescued By The Alien

  Seduced By The Alien Boss

  Abducted By The Alien

  Julia Sexton

   Copyright 2015 by Julia Sexton

  All rights reserved.

  No part of this publication may be reproduced

  in any way whatsoever, without written permission

  from the author, except in case of brief

  quotations embodied in critical reviews

  and articles.

  This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any

  person, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

  First edition, 2015

  Chapter 1

  For years, Mariah had worked at The Red Lagoon. She had been one of the first employees, hired on when she was barely old enough to bartend, and she had been there from its humble beginnings as a fairly standard bar to its journey to find itself with a playful tropical theme.

  She knew all of the regulars and she had the entire roster of drinks memorized. She had even been allowed to add her own specialty drinks on the nights she was behind the bar (which was most of them). Mariah loved The Red Lagoon, and now that she was twenty-six, it was as much her home as her actual apartment.

  Considering how much time she spent there, it was probably good that she was as fond of the place as she was. There were a lot of days where she came in when it opened at five o’clock in the evening and stayed until it closed at two o’clock in the morning.

  It was tiring, but she liked to stay busy. Besides, the bar was where all of her friends were. Not her boyfriend, though. She didn’t have one, and she didn’t really have any plans on getting one.

  She had tried in the past, sure, but it had never turned out particularly well. Not that it really mattered. With her fift
y-four hour workweeks, she didn’t have time for a boyfriend. That was what she told herself, at any rate.

  Occasionally she was lonely—she had been an only child and her parents had passed a few years ago in a car accident, so of course she lived alone—but only occasionally. She could deal with it.

  “Last call!” she called into the bar as the night—well, morning—was drawing to a close.

  “If you’ve got a drink, finish it! If you want a last drink, you better come get it now!”

  Three people moseyed up to the bar to get last drinks, and the door opened with a creak as a band of half a dozen young men stumbled outside.

  The six of them loitered in front of the door, presumably waiting for a cab. Mariah didn’t pay them much attention, instead focusing on her small line of customers.

  With the customers taken care of, she set about cleaning the bar. Soon enough, the lights returned to full brightness, and the customers left in clusters. As the bussers came out to clear the tables, Mariah tossed her apron aside and stepped out from behind the bar.

  “See you all tomorrow, guys!” she bid as she headed out the front door, followed by a chorus of ‘goodnight’s.

  Mariah absently tightened her short, dirty blonde ponytail as she turned down the sidewalk and headed for the bus stop. It wasn’t until she turned the corner that she realized footsteps were following her.

  She slowed and looked over her shoulder, and her pale, mist grey eyes narrowed when she saw the gaggle of six drunken men from before.

  “Can I help you?” she asked flatly, putting as much ice into her tone as she could manage.

  One of the men, the one who looked like the leader of the bunch, laughed.

  “Sure you can!” he said, and Mariah swore she could smell the alcohol on his breath from several feet away.

  “You wanna give that ass a shake for us?” he asked, leering at her in a way that he probably thought was alluring but was mostly disturbing.

  “Come on, I bet the entire sidewalk would shake with you!”

  Mariah rolled her eyes, turned, and very purposefully began marching away, her back straight and her head held high.

  She could hear them following her, though. She picked up her pace.

  “Aww, come on,” a second one crooned.

  “Maybe just hitch your shirt up, then,” he suggested with a laugh, “and let us see what sort of suspension system you’ve got going on under there.”

  Mariah sped up further, so she was nearly jogging, but still they dogged her.

  “Not even a hug?” a third one slurred with a pout in his voice.

  A fourth man laughed.

  “Fuck that, you wouldn’t be able to get your arms around her!” he said.

  “Show us your belly, let’s see it.”

  A hand caught the back of her t-shirt and tugged, but with a jerk, Mariah hopped forward a step, pulling herself free. She rounded on them, her hands clenched tightly into fists at her sides to keep them from shaking.

  “Don’t touch me!” she demanded.

  The looks they were giving her made them look…hungry. Mariah didn’t wait for them to react or say anything else.

  She simply turned and took off at a sprint, but still they followed her, loping after her and laughing like hyenas.

  “Leave me alone!” she shouted over her shoulder as she ran.

  “We just wanna talk to you!” the leader laughed.

  Mariah felt a hand at her waist, and it was only luck that let her dodge out of his grasp. She could already feel herself slowing, though. An Olympian she was not.

  Suddenly, there were lights ahead of her, so bright that she stumbled to a halt and covered her eyes. She heard a moment of the men screaming, and then the world went fuzzy and seemed to tip sideways, and everything went dark.

  Chapter 2

  Awareness returned in fits and bursts, and Mariah opened her eyes slowly. The world still seemed fuzzy at the edges, but she couldn’t decide if that was because she was still dizzy or if it was just because of the rooms bright white lights, which were so garish that they made her look even paler than she already was.

  Slowly, she sat up on the cot she had been draped over and looked around. The walls were white. The floor was white. The ceiling was white. The cot was white.

  Everything but the cot had a faintly reflective quality to it, which did nothing to soften the light. All it did was make her eyes hurt.

  She had to get out of the room. She shoved herself to her feet, wobbled, and caught herself against a wall. She heaved herself away from the wall and towards the door. It had no knob, but it slid open soundlessly as she got closer to it.

  In the hall, everything was just as white and just as bright, and she had to hold in a hysterical giggle as she thought, ‘I actually need sunglasses inside.’

  There were no windows and no identifying features. With no idea of where she was going, she went for the first door she saw. It slid open before she could even lay a hand on it, and when she stepped through, she gasped at the sudden cold.

  She found herself standing on a balcony, just as white and gleaming as everything else, and it was snowing. Mariah crept over to the balcony’s railing, and in all directions, she saw ice coated mountains.

  “You should not be out here.”

  Mariah barely managed to hold in a shriek at the sudden voice, and she turned so quickly that she slammed her elbows into the railing.

  There was a man standing in front of her, dressed in a white button down shirt and pants with pale grey boots and a vest. To say he was tall was an understatement, as he had to be at least six and a half feet tall.

  He was so pale that he made Mariah look tan, and rather than blond, his hair was an unusual, gleaming magnesium white. His eyes were a peculiar orange shade, and everything about him seemed oddly angular.

  He looked…intriguing was probably the best word to describe him.

  “It is too cold for you to be out here,” he stated, and Mariah couldn’t help but notice that his eyeteeth seemed a bit too long and too sharp.

  With one arm tucked behind his back, he gestured with his other hand towards the door.

  “Come back inside.”

  His voice was reasonably placid. Polite, even. But there was an undercurrent to his words of something intense, and Mariah found herself obeying him and stepping back inside. He followed her in, and the door slid closed behind them.

  Mariah sighed out a slow breath and leaned back against the wall opposite the door, hugging herself, her arms held tight to her chest.

  “Where am I?” she asked, her voice coming out stronger than she felt.

  “Why did you bring me here?”

  “This is my research lab,” he answered calmly.

  “Isolation is best for my purposes, should something go wrong, so the mountains seemed ideal. I brought you here after I saved you from a band of barbarians.”

  “What did you do to them?” she asked warily.

  He tipped his head to one side slightly.

  “It is of no importance, Mariah.”

  She went rigid. “How do you know my name?” she asked slowly, her hands curling into fists against her forearms.

  “I looked at your license,” he answered, as if it was the most obvious thing (though Mariah supposed she should have expected that answer).

  That, at least, was something normal and was almost reassuring. It made it slightly easier for her to convince herself that he had just knocked the thugs unconscious before he spirited her away.

  “Why did you bring me here?” she asked.

  Seeming even the least bit imposing, as it turned out, was a bit difficult when she had to lean her head back to look at him.

  “You will be my mate,” he informed her plainly.

  “I heard your voice even at such a distance, and it called to me.”

  “Wait, what?” Mariah demanded, suddenly standing up very straight.

  “Your mate?” she reiterated.

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sp; “I’m pretty sure I should get some kind of say in this!”

  He regarded her with quiet confusion. “Does it matter?” he asked.

  “Mates are destined. Your soul is destined to be joined to mine. It has already been decided.”

  “Decided by who?” she snapped, stomping one foot on the floor.

  “I certainly don’t remember deciding this!”

  His shoulders shifted minutely in a motion Mariah took to be a shrug, and he replied, “By fate. Mates are destined.”

  He leaned down and kissed her, brief and glancing, and it ended before Mariah could even react.

  He turned and walked off down the hall, though he paused a few strides away and offered over his shoulder, “You may call me Isaiah.”

 

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