Growling into her pussy, I worked her without mercy until she arched her back and cried out. Came all over my mouth and fingers. Fuck, yes. I’d satisfied my mate. I’d do so again and again before I was done with her. This time.
When she was panting and her body relaxed, I did it again. Possessive and cocky in our prowess. This time when she came, her pussy pulsing all over my fingers, I stood to my full height and opened my pants, settled my cock at her entrance and worked my way inside her body. The wet glide of her pulsating core made me groan, and her ass came up off the chair, her legs kicking into the air as I thrust deep.
“Mine.” I thrust forward, buried himself in her honeyed, hot depths.
She whimpered and I fought my way to the surface, ready to battle the beast if he was too rough for her. I was big, and she was so small. I’d said I would never hurt her, and I would not do so now.
Then her legs wrapped around my hips and she shifted beneath me, took my cock deeper.
“God. You’re huge, but yes. So good.”
That was all I needed to hear. The beast took over, rocking into her hard and fast. The chair threatened to tip over, so I reached for its arms, used the spring of the bed to rock Angela’s body forward and backward, on and off my cock.
I fucked her. Claimed her. Buried my cock and my soul in her body. She was mine, the female I had given up hope of finding. Her breasts rocked back and forth, the dark nipples making me hungry for more. I would fuck her. Fill her with my seed. And then I would kiss every inch of her soft, brown flesh. I could learn every place she liked to be stroked, kissed, adored. And then I would fuck her again.
And again.
And again.
Until the torment I’d carried, the mating fever and the agony of its fire tearing through flesh and bone and mind was forgotten. A memory tamed by the female riding my cock.
Her head thrashed from side to side, and I knew she was close to another release. I wanted to feel her pussy spasm and squeeze my cock. I wanted to know I was buried deep when she screamed in pleasure.
I thrust and held, moving one hand from the chair to find her sensitive clit.
Stroking and rubbing, I quickly discovered exactly what she liked, her keening cry rising like a wild animal’s call to her mate.
My beast answered, was ready. Her body pulsed, shuddered, her pussy rippling around my cock, milking me of my seed as I came inside her with a bellow of my own.
I could not move when it was over. Did not want to move. Neither did the beast. I stayed hunched over the chair, her body beneath me, her pussy around my cock for long minutes. Until I regained control. Until the threat of tears of satisfaction, resolution, and completion was gone.
She was mine. Gods be damned, I had nearly given up hope.
She was mine and she was beautiful. Passionate. Perfect.
5
Angela
Reality came crashing back. I’d had sex—epic sex—with a guest. Not just any guest, but an alien. An alien so famous he was known across the globe as the latest bachelor beast. God, it had been good. No, amazing. Incredible. Not just the first time when he’d set me up high on a chair on the bed, but when he’d lifted me, ditched the chair, and took me once more. Then a third time. Any guy I knew would need time to recover. It was as if Braun could go all day.
My pussy was now spoiled by an alien lover, and I had no idea what I was going to do for the rest of my life. I was sore because he was big. I was sated because he was skilled.
I glanced at Braun, who was sprawled across the bed on the angle, the only way his large body wouldn’t hang off the edge. The sheets and blankets were on the floor, pillows flung in different directions. It was clear what had been going on.
It hadn’t been me cleaning the suite.
Which wasn’t going to happen. Glancing at the bedside clock, I saw I’d been in here almost ninety minutes, which was reasonable if the suite was a mess. It hadn’t been before I came in, but now a lamp was on the floor, the shade bent. The bed even fell at a slant, meaning Braun had broken the box spring with one of his hard thrusts. I’d been too well pleasured to even notice.
I couldn’t help but grin.
I’d had sex so hot we’d trashed a hotel room. I wasn’t that kind of girl.
Well, now I was. I could totally live with that. Live with the memory of what we’d just done. I wasn’t going to think about Braun having headboard-banging sex with the woman he ultimately chose and put his mating cuffs on, but I refused to ruin the post-orgasm feelings I was having now with those miserable thoughts.
Sliding off the bed, I went in search of my uniform.
“Where are you going?” Braun asked. He didn’t move, but his gaze followed me around the room.
“I have to work.”
“How much work do you perform each day?”
I found my panties, realized they’d been torn. I glanced at him, not mad at all. “I work full-time, which is eight hours a day, five days a week. But I do as much overtime as I can if I can make it fit in with school.”
“You work too hard.”
I shrugged and slipped my arms through the bra straps. “Bills don’t pay themselves.”
“You have more rooms to clean today?”
Grabbing my skirt, I sat on the edge of the bed to tug it on. Since my panties were ruined, so commando was my only option. “No. But I can’t stay in here any longer. My cart’s out in the hall, and people will talk.”
“I do not care what others think.”
I whipped my head around, my long hair hitting me in the face, and I tucked it behind my ear. “I do. I broke the rules doing this with you. I could be fired.”
“Lose your job?” He sat up in bed as if he were ready to slay some dragons for me. “That will not happen.”
I couldn’t help but laugh at his vehemence. “It’s not like my boss will think you’d want to sleep with me anyway.”
His eyes narrowed with a speed that surprised me. He reached out and tugged me onto his lap and gave my covered butt a swat. I put my hand back. “Hey! What was that for?”
“I do not wish for you to speak about yourself in such a way.”
He let me go, and I climbed from the bed to grab my uniform top. My butt stung a little, but I was also a lot turned on. I’d never been spanked before, but… wow.
“Fine. I have to return my cart and clock out. I mean, end my workday.”
“Excellent. I will come with you.”
I turned and stared at him. “What?”
“I have nothing to do,” he admitted. “Chet Bosworth has something called pink eye, and we are delaying production.”
I bit my lip to keep from laughing. “Seriously?”
“What is this ailment?”
“You really want to know?”
He nodded.
“Well, it’s when you get a bacteria in your eye that makes it pink and irritated. It’s caused from… well, not washing your hands or touching someone who hasn’t washed their hands after using the bathroom, and then rubbing your eye.”
He stared at me as if he was trying to understand; then he grimaced.
I couldn’t help but laugh again.
“That could be easily remedied with a ReGen wand.”
I frowned. “What’s that?”
“A device that heals bodily injuries.”
God, that must be nice. “Yeah, well, there are worse things than pink eye a magic wand could heal.”
“Earth is too primitive for such technology. As for Chet Bosworth’s… infliction, I shall not be shaking anyone’s hands on this planet,” he vowed. “Because of his uncleanliness, I have free time. Days of it, since I’ve been interviewed several times and they are now doing the same with the female contestants. Angela Kaur of Earth, I wish to continue to spend time with you.”
Exhilaration filled me at the prospect of him wanting to be with me. “It can’t happen here in your room… or in the hotel, and I assume you can’t leave the building.”<
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He was silent for a moment. “You will get in trouble if you stay, correct?”
I nodded. I couldn’t be seen coming and going from Braun’s suite with him, on the clock or off.
“I will get in trouble if I leave the hotel, as you said,” he repeated. “Then there is only one option. I will, as you humans call it, sneak out.”
I laughed again. “You? Sneak out?”
It would be easier for an elephant to walk through the lobby unnoticed than a gorgeous, seven-foot alien.
He climbed from the bed and came over to me. Gloriously virile and naked. I couldn’t help but stare. “Do you wish to spend the remainder of the day with me?”
A bubble of happiness filled my chest, and I tipped my chin back to smile at him. “Yes.”
“Then we must come up with a way for me to sneak out.”
I felt like a teenager trying to get a boy in my bedroom window without grown-ups finding out. In reverse.
“Oh! I have an idea.” It wasn’t great, but it could work. “Will you give me a few minutes?”
“Yes.”
I turned and left the bedroom.
“Wait! Where are you going?” He rushed after me and stepped in front of the door before I could open it. “My beast is not happy with the idea of you leaving us.”
“Tell your beast I have to trade carts, so I need to go to the basement.”
A rumble came from his chest. His hands were clenched into fists atop his thighs, and they were shaking. “You will return?”
Instinct had me placing my hands over his wrists, and for some reason that calmed him. I had no idea why he was so concerned I wouldn’t come back. It made me realize he wasn’t just strong and sexy and dominant, but he was vulnerable, too. The fact that I had such a powerful effect on someone so huge melted my heart just a little bit. No, a lot. My heart melted into a puddle, and I found myself wanting to take care of him.
Me. Which was ridiculous, because he was pure muscle and the top of my head barely reached his chest, but somehow I had power over this man—alien—the power to make him happy. At least for today.
“Yes. I give you my word. I will return.” Before I left the suite, I looked myself over, made sure I didn’t appear as if I’d been ravaged by an alien. I took a deep breath and forced the smile I couldn’t prevent from tugging at my lips to drop. Realizing I couldn’t leave empty-handed after supposedly working for an hour, I went over to one of the trash cans and grabbed the plastic bag and took it with me into the hall.
The door slipped shut behind me, and I tucked the trash into the cart. A quick glance down the hall showed it was empty. My hands were shaky, as if I’d just robbed a bank instead of fucking an alien. I pushed the cart to the service elevator and tried my best to look completely innocent and severe at the same time. I made the trip to the basement without any issue, clocked out and tracked down an empty laundry cart.
The lower levels of the hotel were busy at all times of the day. Employees were everywhere since the two basement floors housed everything from housekeeping to food service. When I grabbed a stack of clean blankets from a shelf and dropped them into the cart, no one paid me any attention.
Back on the VIP floor, I knocked on Braun’s door again, calling out, “Housekeeping!” because that was what I was supposed to do. A woman waiting at the elevator looked my way, but the car arrived and she was gone before Braun opened the door. He’d gotten dressed while I was gone.
I pushed the cart in, and the door closed behind me. Before I had a chance to blink, Braun gently pressed me against the door and kissed me. Kissed was too basic a term for what his mouth was doing. More like devoured. I’d been gone maybe ten minutes, but he was practically ravenous for me. A rumble escaped his chest, and I felt it in mine.
When I could pull myself away, I stared up at him. “It’s only been a few minutes.”
He held me pressed to him, one hand at the small of my back, and the other he lifted to cup my cheek. “No, it has been a lifetime.”
His heat surrounded me. His palm was an anchor that made me feel about a dozen different things all at once. Safe. Desired. Beautiful. Pursued. Protected. My entire body wanted to melt into him and the comfort and heat he offered. And then I’d want to get naked again, because his scent called me like nothing else ever had.
I was losing my mind. That had to be it. My mind. My good judgment. My willpower. My self-discipline. He was wrecking me, and I was enjoying it.
“I am in so much trouble here.” I couldn’t tear my gaze from his, not for a moment.
“Nothing will hurt you, Angela. Never again.” Braun lowered his head, and this time when he kissed me, he killed me with tenderness. If I was broken china, he was the glue putting me back together and telling me I was still worthy and beautiful and perfect.
I started crying, for no damn good reason. None at all. I’d just never been held like that. Kissed like that.
Damn it.
Stepping back, I turned to discreetly wipe at my cheeks. “We should get going. You need to call down to the front desk and tell them you do not want to be disturbed under any circumstances.”
“Why?”
“Trust me. You’re a VIP guest. If you tell them you don’t want to be disturbed, not even pink-eye Chet will be able to come up to your room without a police escort.”
“All right.” He stared at me, his brows drawn together as if I’d confused him. But he stepped away to make the call. When he put the phone back on the cradle, he shook his head. “Human comm systems are primitive.”
“It works. And that was perfect. Now let’s go.”
“This is how I shall sneak out?” he asked, tipping his head to the cart.
“You’ll have to scrunch down.”
I reached in and grabbed the blankets, waited for him to step into the cart. He did and he had to stoop so he didn’t whack his head on the ceiling.
He gave me a heated gaze, then squatted down.
I laughed because he was so big he wasn’t even below the top edge of the cart.
Glancing at me again, he narrowed his eyes, then somehow maneuvered himself—with a grunt of effort—so he was on his side, curled up in the tightest ball. I leaned over and looked down at him and had to wonder how big he’d been as a baby. Probably huge.
“I’m going to put these blankets over you,” I said, gently laying them over him so he was covered. “I’ll go as fast as I can, but we have to go down to the basement and into the parking garage. No peeking.”
He grunted once more but said nothing.
I opened the door, cased the hallway. Grabbing the Do Not Disturb sign, I attached it to his door for good measure—the front desk would red light his room so no one disturbed him, but I couldn’t guarantee good behavior from the contestants. That done, I pushed out the laundry cart and turned toward the service elevator even though there were two women at the other end of the hallway. This was the one time I was thankful for being invisible, for while they glanced my way, they didn’t give me any of their attention.
I got back to work… sneaking a hot alien warlord out of the hotel.
My apartment building was three stories tall, built of brick back in the days when things were made to withstand a bomb blast. That meant it was ugly, but I didn’t have to hear my neighbor’s TV either. I lived on the top floor, and my small deck faced the parking lot in the back.
“This is me,” I said, stepping inside and holding the door for him.
He ducked his head and entered my small living room. I didn’t have much money after helping pay for Gramps’s medications. Some went to my college classes, but was sometimes short and couldn’t take more than one class in a semester. Anything left over covered rent and food. There wasn’t any time between working at the hotel full-time and school for anything fun, which was good since there weren’t pennies to rub together for that.
Someday soon I’d be in a better setup. There were tons of nursing jobs, so I was eager for that larger
paycheck… and working in a field that I found fulfilling.
He glanced around, and I tried to imagine how he saw my place. The living room had Gramps’s old couch, the one he’d passed down to me when he’d downsized into an apartment in an elderly community where they took care of his yard and hosted social gatherings at the community clubhouse. I’d tossed a blanket over it to cover the frayed and worn cushions, but it was comfortable as hell. I used the coffee table as my eating spot and put a desk where a dining set should normally go. It had my ancient computer on it and my textbooks and notebooks. The kitchen wasn’t big enough for me to stand in with Braun, and my bed was a twin so he better not want to take a nap. My bathroom had an avocado-green tub, toilet, and sink, so I had no doubt that would destroy any thought Braun might have about humans being advanced.
“It is small like you,” he said, then was distracted as Oscar weaved in and out of his legs.
My cat was a small fluffy white Persian with green eyes and a bad attitude. He’d been so adorably fierce as a kitten when I brought him home, I’d named him Oscar. As in the Grouch.
The name stuck—and boy was it fitting. That cat hated my ex, Kevin. Although maybe Oscar had known something I hadn’t and I should have paid more attention to his attitude toward the loser. Oscar tolerated the neighbor, but only because she tossed treats to him on the deck every morning.
“What is that creature?” He raised his hands in front of him as if afraid.
I went over to him, picked up Oscar, and tucked him in my arms. When I stroked his furry head, he purred. I glanced up at Braun. “He sounds like you.”
“I do not rumble like that,” he countered as if offended.
I thrust Oscar at him. “Here.”
He didn’t have a choice but to take the animal, and I stepped back, wanting to see how he handled a cute little cat.
Braun pet Oscar just as I had, the cat closing his eyes in happiness. A louder purr came from him. Braun smiled. “This is a pet?”
“Yes. A cat. They come in all different colors. Well, some different colors. There aren’t any blue or red cats or anything like that.” I added all that just in case I gave him the impression there was a feline fur rainbow.
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