by Averi Hope
“This is the V.I.P. lounge,” she noted, shifting again, drawing a groan from him.
“W-What?” He could barely think —think of anything but the way she straddled him, pressing against his throbbing manhood.
Confusion blossomed in her face as her brows drew lower. “God, I feel so—“ She touched her forehead. “Do you feel —?”
He couldn’t help himself, as his gaze slid over the valley of her breasts. He reached up and swept aside one side of her shirt, then leaned up and took her nipple in his mouth.
She gasped and bucked against him.
His erection throbbed with a need to be inside her. But an old instinct reared up, You must mate your female slowly. She must find release over and over again. It isn’t about one night. It is about forever.
He sucked harder, then slowly drew back to lave her breast with his tongue.
She grasped his hair and drew him closer, moaning his name.
He took her other nipple next, letting his teeth lightly brush the sensitive nub.
“Oh, Caleb!” she cried, tugging him closer.
He continued to lick her breasts, to lavish attention on the beautiful mounds. How many years had passed since he touched her last? It felt like a lifetime.
“Stop,” she groaned.
He froze.
“I want you inside me.”
Looking up slowly, he took in her beautiful face. She was flushed, her pupils dilated. Her lip was clenched between her teeth.
“You want me,” he said, trying to keep his voice steady.
She closed her eyes and nodded.
He reached between them and touched her panties. They were hot and wet.
“Caleb!” Her eyes flew open.
With one finger, he pressed between her lower lips, allowing the thin underwear to stop him from going too far. “Is this where you want me?”
She nodded, eyes wide.
He pushed the cloth aside and cupped her mound with his fingers. “I need you to say it.”
She trembled above him, her hands still tangled in the back of his hair.
Frustration mounted inside him. He allowed one finger to stroke her, not quite entering her hot center.
“God!” She bucked against his touch. “Please…”
“Please what?” he growled.
Her gaze met his. “Fuck me, Caleb.”
A shiver went through his body. “I will, but not here.”
Desperately, she rubbed against him. His finger entered her warm womanhood, and they both gasped together.
“You’re so wet,” he ground out, trying to keep control.
She rubbed against him, and he let her. The look on her face was enough to make him come right there. She was so beautiful, spreading her legs wider and wider to his touch. Her lips opened slightly as he stroked her center.
He wanted to be inside her. More than anything he’d wanted in his life.
But not here. She is my mate. And mating sex cannot be rushed.
He withdrew his hand. She whimpered.
“We need to go.”
“Go?” Her eyes widened. Then narrowed. “Was all of this just some sick game to you? Torturing me as a damn lesson?”
“No—“
“You bastard!” She climbed off him, closing her legs just as his gaze swept over her swollen womanhood. Her eyes flashed and her body trembled before him. “If you like games so much, I’ve got a fun one for you! Good-bye!”
“This wasn’t…” He felt a rush of dizziness. Closing his eyes, he tried to phrase his words just right.
Music from the club blasted. For a second, he blinked into the darkness as blue lights flashed on the ceiling. The room grew silent again.
“Erin, I—“ He looked for her, but she was gone.
He frowned and sat up, glancing around in confusion. Someone beat against one window. He glanced in the direction of the sound and saw Erin, a man’s back against the glass. A second later, she was kissing him.
No! He rushed to the glass, pounding against it, his voice hoarse as he screamed. A second later, she drew back from the man, glared over his shoulder, turned and strutted away.
Your mate challenges you. She seeks to know you are a worthy male.
He turned around the room. Where was the damn door? How the hell did he get out of here?
He’d find a way out. And when he did, his rebellious female would learn to obey him. She was his. His to mate. His forever. He would show her.
Chapter Twelve
Erin shook as the cold water from her shower rained down on her. She felt tense in a way she never had before. Her body ached for Caleb. Her womanhood felt painful and swollen. She needed release. She needed him inside her.
“No!” She pounded a fist against the wall of the shower.
This was all a game to him. He sought to break her. To make her obey him. In the worst possible way.
And she’d failed. She’d trembled under his touch. She’d spread herself for him to fondle, to bring her nearly to release. Embarrassment rose, and she felt her cheeks flame. How was she ever going to get him to respect her, when she was sure their moment together was burned in his mind as surely as it was burned in hers?
She gripped the side of the shower, her legs shaking. What the hell had been in those drinks? She couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt so completely drunk.
“Shower, off.” The water stopped.
Stepping out on trembling legs, she grabbed a towel and wrapped it around herself.
In her room, she stared at her bed. She should sleep. But she wasn’t tired. She was painfully horny.
Rocket. Her newest vibrator wasn’t the same as Caleb’s long, thick cock, but at least it should take the edge off. Going to her dresser, she opened the top drawer and pulled out Rocket.
Dropping her towel, she lay down on her bed. Hitting the on button, it shook as she slowly lowered it to her throbbing clit. She groaned and bucked as it finally made contact. She was on fire. She needed release.
“You think that tiny plastic object will satisfy you?”
Her eyes flew open. Caleb towered in the doorway of her bedroom, his gaze darkened by desire, trained on Rocket.
“Get out,” she ordered, pulling her vibrator away and closing her legs. “Get out, you asshole.”
“No.” He shook his head, drawing closer. “Open your thighs.”
“I’m not playing your game.”
He growled, a sound unlike anything a human male could make. “Not a game. You are my female. I am your male. Tonight I mate you.”
Mate me? “Like hell.”
He reached the end of her bed. She watched him, torn between anger, frustration, need, and curiosity. What will he do now?
As if to answer her question, he began to undress. Already the top buttons on his shirt were open wide, but he finished unbuttoning his shirt, then dropped the green uniform to the ground. She drank in the sight of his broad shoulders, sweeping down the hard muscles of his chest, and the firm expansion of his stomach.
I hate him.
No, you want him.
Who could blame her for feeling conflicted? No woman could see such an appetizing sight and not respond.
Her womanhood throbbed as if to confirm his effect on her. This hot, sexy alien was like a fire, blazing through her blood, driving her crazy. And yet, she hated him.
“In the club, you wanted to stop.” Her words came out less an accusation and more a sentence laced with hurt and confusion.
He reached for the button on his pants and undid it with an agile finger, then drew down the zipper and stripped off his pants. “Didn’t want to. Needed to.”
Her mouth dropped open, seeing him in nothing but his boxers. His massive erection, straining against the dark material, was incredible. She swallowed past the lump in her throat as his fingers hooked the sides of his underwear.
“This will take all night. Then, you will be mine. Forever.”
Heat blossomed in her core
as her head spun. He removed the rest of his clothes, then stood before her lustful gaze. He was bigger. Bigger than in their dreams. So big he shouldn’t be able to fit inside her.
Climbing onto the bed with her, she gasped in surprise as he pulled her against his chest. His lips sought hers. They brushed softly against hers and then captured her mouth against his. His touch inflamed her. Sizzled through her blood. Her womanhood grew wetter, and she arched her naked breasts against his chest.
“So beautiful,” he groaned, capturing one nipple and rolling it between his fingers.
“God!” she gasped, clutching his shoulders.
And then he was turning her, pulling her on top of him so her face was even with his cock. Reality struck as she felt his warm breath against her womanhood.
“Caleb, don’t—“
“First the mouth,” he whispered. “Instinct knows even if we don’t.”
“What?”
And then his tongue flicked against her.
“Oh—oh!”
He spread her lower lips and pressed his mouth against her molten core. Her mind exploded. She shook as he slid his tongue slowly along her womanhood, touching everything but her sensitive nub.
She ground against him, the movement sliding his cock against her cheek. He wants to drive me crazy? He’ll see how it feels!
Twisting her fingers in the bedspread, she fought the urge to buck against him as she rose slightly and licked the tip of his manhood. He froze. Let’s see how you like it. Very slowly, she took the tip into her mouth. He moaned as she took him in further and further.
I thought dreams with him were enough, but they were nothing like this. This felt more real. Like the difference between watching a vid and living life. How had she kidded herself into thinking otherwise?
He was so large, so thick she had to make an effort to keep her mouth wide. So long she thought she’d never reach the end of him. Several times she began to gag, but when his cock jerked in her mouth she felt powerful beyond words. Now who was in control?
And then he licked her clit.
She took him all the way into her mouth, groaning around him, rubbing herself wantonly against his mouth. She was so close.
It wasn’t just the feel of his breath against her sensitive womanhood, or the way his tongue licked her, causing pain and pleasure like nothing she’d felt in so long. It was the feel of him inside her mouth. He tasted sweet. Sweet in a way no man should. She liked the taste of him. And suddenly, she knew what she wanted.
Moving in unison with him, she pulled his long cock out of her mouth, then slid him back in. He grabbed her ass tightly in his grip and began to suck. Their groans rose together in a chorus of pleasure. She took him in and out of her mouth, moving faster and faster, even as two of his fingers slid inside her.
She gasped around his cock. His tongue continued its assault on her clit as his fingers moved faster, plunged deeper. Her pleasure built higher and higher. Her head felt light. His cock seemed to swell in her mouth. She twisted her hands tighter into the blankets.
“Yes! Yes, Caleb!”
And then she exploded, pleasure heated her blood to a boiling point. She was screaming his name around his cock as she thrashed against his mouth and fingers. Her vision turned to white. Stars exploded.
That’s when he came. Filling her mouth with his hot seed.
With any other man she would’ve been annoyed or even angry. With him, the taste was incredible. She swallowed his sweet seed, then pulled back so she could lick the rest of him clean.
“Erin. Oh Gods, Erin.” He stroked her ass.
At last, they both lay still.
He shifted them again, turning so they lay face-to-face. “That was incredible,” he said, cupping her cheek.
She stared into his dark, dangerous eyes. I’ve missed him. Missed him more than I ever let myself acknowledge.
“When you wanted to stop, I didn’t think you wanted me anymore.”
His eyes darkened. “Of course I want you. You are my female. But making love to you in such a place is disrespectful. And if we had gone much further, I wouldn’t have been able to stop myself.”
She shivered at the sheer intensity in his eyes. “Well, uh, I’m glad we got to finish.”
One of his large hands cupped her breast, teasing her nipple as she gasped. “We aren’t finished. We’ve barely begun.”
After her earth-shattering orgasm, she thought it’d be awhile before she wanted him again, but already heat was pooling at her core. His manhood touched her stomach. He rolled slowly on top of her. “It is our mating night. Neither of us will be satisfied until it’s complete.”
There was that word again. Mating. She wondered briefly what it meant. Sex? But why hadn’t he referred to it as that before?
But before she could think of a reasonable answer, his cock was teasing the entrance to her womanhood. She dug her fingers into his shoulders, shocked by the waves of pleasure that curled through her.
He looked at her, their gazes locked. “I shall fill you with me. Mine forever.”
Forever. The word rang through her mind.
They were both drunk. In the morning, no doubt, he’d regret making such empty promises. But for tonight, she would pretend he meant them. Pretend that, even though he left her after she poured her heart out to him so many years before, she was something more to him than just a good lay.
Maybe not forever then, but tonight would have to be enough for her.
She curled her hands in his hair. My love. Her lips longed to say the words aloud, but as he thrust inside her, she repeated them in her mind over and over again. Caleb, I love you.
Chapter Thirteen
When Caleb awoke, he felt like hell. His head pounded and every muscle in his body ached. But he also felt good. Whole in a way he never had before.
With his eyes still closed, he touched his chest. Why did he feel so different?
And that’s when it hit him, he didn’t feel alone. He felt happy, complete.
But why?
Opening his eyes, he turned to find Erin lying naked next to him in the bed. He shot up. Gods above! He didn’t!
I did.
The events of the night reeled through his mind. His stomach turned. For years he’d wondered if he’d accidentally mated Erin to him — he knew so little about the actual process of it. Now he knew.
He’d been connected to her, somehow, mind and soul. But it wasn’t until last night that he solidified the bond, connected her body to him, too.
Sliding silently out of the bed, he staggered. I’ve done exactly what I promised myself I would never do. I followed in Father’s footsteps. I’m bound to a woman who feels nothing for me. Nothing but lust.
His head spun with the implications of his actions. He’d mated this female. Filled her with his seed. Any Keltair male who smelled her would know she was his.
I’m tied to her forever. A woman who made it clear she didn’t want anything serious. Who taunted me with other males, even last night.
He threw on his clothes and headed for the door, but at the last minute, he looked back at her. His cock hardened. She was so damn beautiful, her black hair spread around her like a veil, her pale, flawless skin, the tips of her breasts peeking out of the blankets.
Turning, he strode out her door. What in the world was he going to do?
He nearly crashed into Hunter, stopping just short of him.
“Caleb! I mean, Commander, you’re up early.” Hunter’s gaze went from Erin’s door to his ragged state. “Or, perhaps, you’ve been up late.”
“Funny,” he grumbled.
“Wh—“ Hunter froze, then inhaled sharply. Confusion gave away to realization. “Do you need to talk?”
He smells me. He knows I am now a mated male. Caleb gave a sharp nod.
He led his friend to his room just down the hall. Once the door was closed, he collapsed onto the couch, pressing his face into his hands. “I’m screwed.”
And he w
as. If he thought he couldn’t resist Erin before, he knew those feelings would pale in comparison to how he felt now that they were bonded. Logic might be able to control his Keltair instincts normally, but all males were helpless when it came to their mated females.
Hunter sat down quietly at the large chair not far from him. “Few males wake from a night of mating to say such a thing.”
“Most males aren’t foolish enough to mate themselves to an unwilling female.”
That’s because most Keltair bond with Keltair females. Our own females will not bond a male to them, not unless they themselves choose to bond with the male. But with humans… they don’t understand what mating sex is. They don’t understand that, for us, mating is for life.
Which is why I’m such a fool.
His friend inhaled sharply. “Are you saying…?”
Caleb dropped his hands and looked up at his friend, feeling foolishly desperate. “We had ambrosia.”
“That’s not enough,” Hunter said, frowning. “Males don’t accidentally tie females to them, not without a real connection. It just doesn’t happen.”
“I know,” Caleb said, embarrassed by what he was about to say. “I wish I could say it was just the drug. But the truth is, I think even sober I would have foolishly bound her to me.” Because I love her beyond reason.
There was a moment of silence.
“So, she doesn’t wish to be tied to you?”
“No. No, she does not.” His voice sounded harsh, even to his own ears.
Hunter shifted closer, drawing his gaze. “Now you must prove to her that you are a worthy male.”
He stared at his friend. Hunter sees things the Keltair way, he could never understand how different human females are from our own. Erin didn’t care that he was worthy of her, she didn’t want him for reasons he could never understand. Perhaps because one male is simply not enough for her. Perhaps you are not enough for her.
“I tried once and failed.” He bared his shame before his friend, feeling as if his heart bled.
Hunter’s silver eyes filled with anger. “And what did you try?”
It took him a painfully long time to answer. “I told her how I felt, and she spurned me.”
