Magic Vs. Aliens: Hybrid Sorcerer: Book One - Return of Magic: Book Five

by D. R. Rosier

  Normally such a thing could be dismissed, not all potential attractions are ever realized after all. Except, Sadie would always be at his side protectively. It was who the creature was, so it would eventually break one way or the other. She had no interest in women that way, but the last twenty years had shifted her perceptions of relationships quite a bit away from the old human norm. Between having multiple mates for the elves and dragons being the norm, and the way they saw things. In short, she was fairly sure she wouldn’t mind sharing the right man for her. That wouldn’t change how they felt about each other, and there was a part of her that thought it might even be a little hot, to watch him take another woman. Not a sleezy thing, but in the hopes of something deeper.

  Bria had also reminded herself who she was, who she had been. Since John and all, she’d forgotten who she was, been a little once bitten twice shy. She was never into the games people play, not even in college. If she admired a man, and thought a relationship could lead somewhere, she wasn’t all that shy about diving into it. No crazy promises or commitments of course, outside of the idea it was a possibility and what they both wanted if it worked out. Well, no commitments beside being faithful until that possibility was proven out or lost. She wasn’t naïve.

  Of course, she wanted to be chased, not do the chasing, that hadn’t changed at all. She wanted a real man in her bedroom, not a mealy-mouthed coward she could control and manipulate, because she’d never been that woman. She wanted strong confident hands on her, holding her, while she gave herself to him and the potential future. She’d never found the right one, her forever, but that approach had always worked for her as the journey, and it had always felt right. When it didn’t work out, she’d just walk away. Sometimes painfully, but that was life.

  She shook her head and hoped Ryan wouldn’t wait too long before making a move. Not that it’d been a long time, just a day, but it’d been way too long for her, and if he really wanted her in his life in that way, she was… ready for it to happen.

  She blushed at the thought, and she used a quick spell to dry her hair before she slipped her body between the sheets. Her one concern about him of course was his age, she was over twice his age, and two of her best friends on the entire planet were his parents. Still, it was what it was, and on this new world nineteen was life and death mature. He wasn’t one of the boys of her old world, living in technology, comfort, safety, and just starting college. What truly mattered is the man pushed every one of her buttons.

  Tomorrow was another day.

  There was a firm knock at the door, and she looked at it in surprise as she felt Ryan on the other side of it. She blushed at the thoughts that engendered. She’d sensed him moving around with her magic of course, but she hadn’t expected him to stop at her door. She slipped out of bed, and she pulled on a multi-layered silk flowing robe of light blues and pinks that she’d picked up in the east a few years ago, it was more than conservative enough as well as being alluring.

  She bit her lip and let out a breath to calm her heart, as she put a small smile on her face and opened the door.

  “Ryan?”

  Ryan said, “I need to talk to you, if you have a minute?”

  His confident tone and warm gaze gave her butterflies, especially standing there in nothing but her night robes, but the tinge of worry in his eyes told her he wasn’t about to hit on her either.

  She backed up inviting him in, and she gestured him inside. She looked around the room as if she’d never been it before. The only furniture suitable for sitting was the bed. She walked over to it and sat down.

  “You can sit.”

  He nodded lightly and sat down next to her, close enough to increase the butterflies, but far enough she felt a little disappointment as well. She was crazy.

  “What’s on your mind?”

  Ryan said, “I have somewhat of a confession. When I healed you earlier, my mind was in turmoil, and I’d been hit pretty hard by that hammer. I was also terrified you were going to die before my magic could put your skull back together. My… focus slipped, probably for the first time in years, and you know life magic doesn’t even need a spell or words.”

  She gasped in understanding, then asked softly, “You, read my life, didn’t you?”

  She wasn’t sure how she felt about that, violated certainly, but he was obviously worried about it and hadn’t tried to hide it. It wasn’t a pernicious violation, but accidental. She was also shocked to see the deep desire in his eyes. It was the first time he’d looked at her so directly and from so close up, since the healing. She’d always seen the attraction there, but there was more now.

  He nodded, “I did. I just had to tell you, and I’ll understand if you’re angry.”

  She frowned, and said perhaps just a bit more sharply than she intended, “So, I have your permission then, to be angry.”

  He blushed, “That’s not what I meant.”

  She bit her lip, “I know. I… don’t know what I’m feeling right now, but why don’t you even things a bit, why so much worry in your eyes, Ryan?”

  He took a deep breath, and the look in his eyes made her knees feel weak.

  “Because I know how you felt for me, and I’m worried this will destroy it. I also feel,” he shook his head, and looked at her so intensely her breath caught, “I fell in love with who you are, I found out you’re more than I ever dreamed.”

  Oh, holy shit. She bit her lip. He’d seen her whole life, parts of which was really fucked up, and he fell in love with her? Wanted her badly too, if she was reading his eyes right, and not just in her bed and body. She didn’t feel the same of course, it’d been a day, but she felt enough to want to know more. To want to know and learn a lot more.

  “It didn’t, Ryan. Perversely perhaps, or because you knocked on my door and showed so much integrity, I’d very much like to get to know you as well as you know me. Even if you must be a little crazy, are you sure you saw everything?”

  She thought that should be enough, to break through his fears, and based on what he now knew of her, surely he’d realize she wanted him to take her in that moment. To start their relationship and see where it went. Even if she didn’t fall in love with him, the attempt and journey would enrich them both.

  Besides, how could she not be touched. The man had seen her warts and all and looked completely lovestruck and awed. He wasn’t a weak man either, he was a strong independent one.

  Lastly, and more on the shallow side, it’d been fifteen fucking years since she’d had a cock ravishing her body. Far too long, and Ryan was gorgeous. That wasn’t enough of course, the promise of potential did make it enough. It wouldn’t be empty or just to scratch an itch, but a first step on their journey together no matter how long or short it will be.

  He snorted, “You don’t see yourself very clearly at all, but maybe that’s a good thing.”

  She shook her head, and then froze when he moved closer. She smiled lightly when she felt his arm go around her waist, and he pulled her against him, then paused to see if she’d object. She smiled up into his eyes, while her lips slightly parted in invitation. Her heart pounded in her chest in excitement and a little disbelief. She couldn’t believe how much his firm arm around her had affected her. Her butterflies had exploded wildly, and some had flown south to warm her desire.

  She sighed softly into his mouth, as something inside her released as he leaned in and kissed her lips for the first time. It was a little awkward for about two seconds, but they found the rhythm that belonged to them alone very quickly, and she felt swept away in it. She moaned lightly into his mouth in approval, as he pulled her tighter against him and his other hand found her silken skin as her hand found his leg.

  She’d forgotten what it felt like. To be kissed with warm soft passion, and her body heated, as her heart sped up further, and she felt her nipples tighten with anticipation as he stood. He pulled her to her feet, and he confidently slid the robes open and off her shoulders.

  The heated
look in his eyes as he drank in her generous sumptuous curves made her feel incredibly sexy and beautiful. She also enjoyed the view as he stripped off his shirt, and kicked off his pants, never taking his hot eyes off her body. Her sex moistened slightly as his eyes caressed her, and her body warmed further as he took her back into his strong arms and reclaimed her lips.

  His deep moan of pleasure at their bodies coming together for the first time without clothes, and the quickly growing hardness against her stomach, made her tingle stronger. She let it all go, the concerns, the years of difference, all of it as she kissed him with passion and surrendered her body to him in that moment.

  She felt safe, adored, and sexy as hell, and his strong firm hands on her body felt delicious. He wasn’t rough, but his hands were far from tentative as he explored her sides, back, and she let out a gasp and ground her body against his when he firmly caressed and squeezed her ass.

  Fuck, he was perfect, and she didn’t even care if he was cheating because he probably knew exactly how she liked to be taken firmly yet adored in bed. She just let it all go, the balance, the mistakes, all of it, and for that moment she was simply his sensual creature to pleasure and take his pleasure in. She felt dizzy with lust, as he kissed down onto her neck, and over to her ears.

  She gasped as his questing hand found her breasts, and he gave it a perfect squeeze before pinching her nipple. Fuck, he was cheating. He knew exactly how hard to squeeze it, how hard to pinch her nipple and twist it lightly while pulling firmly. He had a roadmap of what every past lover had done to her, right and wrong, and he was obviously and shamelessly using it.

  She was absolutely soaked below as he lifted her by her ass cheeks and set her onto the bed. She smiled and bit her lip seductively, lost in his intense and lustful blue-eyed gaze as he gripped her legs with his hands and spread them with authority. She was giving herself to him, but he was also taking her, not selfishly she didn’t think, but to give her pleasure while she yielded her body for his.

  Fuck, she almost came when he did that, so much lust, desire, and confidence in his eyes as he manhandled her, and she couldn’t wait to feel him take what was his on that night. Because she was, she was his that night, and perhaps even the next and the one after that. As long as they were compatible in all other ways, she would always be his in bed. Chances were that it wouldn’t work out forever, it never had before after all, but it was going to be a hell of a ride.

  The important thing was the hope was there, that this time she’d found the right one, and Ryan would be hers, forever. She hadn’t felt that hope, that thrill, that desire, in fifteen long years. It energized her body and mind, even as it filled her with thrilling anxiety.

  His cock was also huge, and her experience told her it was the perfect size. Not so big it would hurt overly, but large enough to fill her completely, and deliciously stretch her out. That had been a pleasant surprise.

  His nostrils flared, and then he surprised her. Instead of moving forward and taking her ready pussy, he dove his head down between her legs.

  She let out a gasp, and she looked down into his blue eyes as he licked up her folds with a powerful lust in his eyes. But it was so much more than simply the pleasure he was engendering in her body. Her heart pattered and her pussy clenched, because there was loving devotion in his eyes as well. She didn’t feel the same way, but there was something powerful in that. He’d seen everything she was, and he was giving her pleasure with a loving devotion that rocked her world.

  She felt… cherished and pampered, and very lost in the euphoria that his touch and tongue engendered.

  She let out a breathy sigh of pleasure, and she arched her back as he started to work her sex with his lips and tongue. It wasn’t just his talented mouth, and the man was far more talented with his tongue than she expected, it was his hands as well. He firmly gripped her ass cheeks, and he held her tightly in place pinning down her thighs with his upper arms. Point being, he was still taking her possessively, even if he was devotedly working her sex with love and insane lust.

  The tight grip of his firm hands wasn’t giving her a choice, and that was delicious. It was also an emotional thing only, since her intellect knew she could break away with magic easily. That didn’t lessen the impact or enjoyment his firm insistent hands were engendering in her, even as his tongue and lips sent pleasure flowing luxuriously through her body.

  Goddess, he was still a cheater, and she was loving every minute of it. She’d have to learn his body the hard way after all, but that would be a pleasure for her as well. Another time.

  “Ryan!” she cried out and ground against him, “Don’t stop, just like that, please don’t… Ryan!”

  She crashed over the edge powerfully on the tip of his tongue, and his warm blue eyes held smug excitement and lust as he moaned and licked up her liquid ecstasy like there was nowhere else he’d ever wanted to be, than on his knees giving her pleasure. She blushed and felt hot, as her body started to come down, and wondered just how many times he’d fantasized about doing that.

  It was kind of a shock, usually the first time a man took her he went straight for the main event in the lust and excitement of the moment. He’d been the first to ever eat her out before taking her, at least, during a first night together. She felt warm, filled with after-bliss, and rising to yet another orgasm. His tongue traced her folds, and dug between them, and her whole body jumped at the overwhelming sensation of his tongue circling her clit.

  Her hands tightened in his hair, and she couldn’t stop herself from arching her back and grinding against his face, while letting out a wild series of breathy pants of pleasure. Her mind was washed away for a second time, as she screamed out his name and flooded his face with her pleasure. Her body and mind were lost in the rapturous pleasure, as he moaned down below in approval and once again sucked and licked her satiation from her folds and deep inside her sex.

  “Ryan,” she gasped out, almost desperately, as she came down from one of the most intense orgasms she’d ever felt.

  She let out a little sigh, as he kissed her labia softly and teasingly, with a wicked glint of devotion in his eyes, and then started to kiss his way up her body. She sighed and stretched, arched her back and felt luxuriously pleasured and sated, even as she felt a deep desire for more, and to feel his cock fill her, to pleasure him in return with her body.

  He must’ve had an iron will, because he was driving her crazy and seemed to be in no hurry at all, as he traced loving butterfly kisses up her body. It made her feel cherished, safe, spoiled, and adored. The deep contrast of sensual sensations had her squirming in desire, between his soft and loving lips to the firm squeezes and strokes of his hands on her tingling flesh. His hands were so firm, so possessive, while his lips were so giving, so worshipful of her tingling body, and that sharp contrast of sensation was driving her crazy.

  She was tempted to tell him to fuck her already, but she was also drowning in the sensations of what he was doing to her and never wanted it to end. She was hovering near the abyss of ecstasy again, and it was so delicious.

  She moaned softly, and she couldn’t help the smile that came to her lips when she saw his cheeky and smug grin as he took a nipple firmly into his mouth, while he teased her other breast lightly with fingertips. The bastard was loving her being putty in his hands, and mouth. He’d also just switched the sensations on her, his hand lovingly caressing and teasing her soft breasts, while his mouth suckled firmly, nibbled, and even bit down and pulled her nipple demandingly.

  Dear gods, she was going to cum again, just from that.

  “Ryan,” she said in a dreamy gasp. It wasn’t a huge orgasm, not like the other two, but it bloomed through her body with a decadent wave of lingering pleasure that made her whole-body tremble and freeze for a long endless moment.

  He kissed his way up higher, a smirk on his gorgeous face, as he finally took his place between her legs.

  He said softly, “You are so beautiful, Katie. But never more
so when you cum so hard for me.”

  She blushed, then gasped, as his fat cockhead pushed inside of her firmly. Her sensitive folds were sparking with pleasure as they stretched out around him, hugged his cock, and she couldn’t help but arch her back and push up into him, taking another inch or two inside of her. She felt so wanton and lost, she needed that cock in her, fully in her, taking her hard, taking its pleasure in her warmth and snug passage. She could feel his veins as his soft smooth cock pulled at the walls of her passage, as he stretched her out and slowly worked himself into her.

  He gasped, “So tight, so hot around me.”

  She bit her lip, “It’s all for you, Ryan. Goddess, you’re huge,” she gasped, as their bodies finally met for the first time. She bore down on her floor muscles, and she tightened around him as she swiveled her hips and ground up against him. Her legs wrapped around his middle, to give her a little more leverage, and she did it for him again, even harder. She was also rubbing him all over, everywhere she could reach from his neck, arms, shoulders, chest, and sides.

  He was so hot, so delicious, and he filled and pleasured her so damned well. More than that, he was perfect for her, the man she needed, and he already loved her. Which was a bit nuts, but he had read her whole life, and if it was meant to be then she’d catch up.

  The pure pleasure on his face and lust in his eyes at being inside her body sent a thrill down her spine. She was so ready to be claimed, to feel him pound her into oblivion, and to pleasure her until he filled her. Fuck, she was his, already, he’d worked her body perfectly, she’d never felt so needy for a good pounding before. The three orgasms had gotten her panting for it, and his cock really was just about perfect.

  She almost wanted to beg for it, but she liked giving up control. She wanted to be taken, not to do the taking or even take control in the smallest way. Though later, she’d be more than happy to take sometimes, but this first time was all about him claiming her.