Her Alien Protector

by Siren Allen

  Her tiny nails dug into the back of his thighs, gripping him, bringing him forward. More of his length filled her. She took him all the way in. That sight was the most erotic view he’d ever witnessed.

  He thrust forward then pulled back only to have his female pull him forward once more. Holding her head steady, he pushed in and out, each stroke faster than the previous. His sac tightened, his balls drawing up.

  His breaths were coming in short gasps, whole body tensing as round after round of pleasure assaulted him. His thrusts quickened, chasing a release, his first. Stars, he’d dreamt of this day. And now that it was here he felt he would pass out from how good it felt.

  He bunched his hands up in her hair as he fucked her mouth, unable to hold back, unable to be gentle. He was past the ability to hold back. The first spurt of his come brought a deep roar from the pit of his stomach.

  With his head tilted back, eyes closed, he roared to the ceiling as he filled her mouth with everything he had. She drank him down and he kept pushing, not wanting it to end, wanting to give her more, all of him.

  Raynor stared down at her, wanting to watch her consume him. He was surprised to find her eyes staring up at him as she swallowed around his cock. His thrusts slowed, fingers relaxed in her hair.

  Her mouth tightened around him like she didn’t want to let him go. He shuddered, giving her more. Long after the last drop had left him, she continued to touch him, trailing her fingers over his spur, making his body tremble.

  He’d just come yet her ministrations was making him swell once more, proving what he already knew, that he would never tire of her. He would never tire of what she’d just done to him, would require it, everyday for eternity. She freed his semi-hard cock from her mouth and pressed a light kiss against the tip before kissing the spur.

  “Fuck,” Raynor was unable to hold the expletive in. “That was… I’ve never… I…” He was embarrassed by his inability to voice how she’d just made him feel. His mind couldn’t formulate the words, it was too busy moving on to what it wanted to do next. That thought sent his beast into a frenzy.

  “It’s my turn to taste you,” he told her.

  Those words came easy.

  ***

  Lark rested her cheek on his thigh while they both struggled to catch their breath. Stars, the taste of him was wonderful and now he wanted to taste her. As soon as her heart stopped racing she was going to tell him, ‘hell yes he could taste her.’

  His hand caressed her cheek. “Did you hear me Lark?”

  Against his thigh she nodded. Yes, she’d heard him. But she needed a moment to catch her breath. His hand stilled against her.

  “Did I hurt you?”

  She shook her head. No, he hadn’t hurt her. But he had changed her whole world with that first thrust. Sucking him had made her feel powerful. There was nothing more exhilarating than knowing she could make her big bad vampire shudder.

  “Do you want me to taste you?” The uncertainty he was feeling was evident in his tone.

  “Yes, I want to feel your tongue on me.” There it was again, a shudder, so light she would’ve missed it if her face wasn’t pressed against him. She smiled.

  “I can feel you smiling,” he told her. That got him a giggle. “Are we done pretending we don’t want to be together?”

  It was on the tip of her tongue to remind him that he was the one pretending he didn’t want her. To avoid further conflict she kept that to herself. “Yes.”

  “Good.” He knelt down, scooped her up in his arms and carried her from the bathroom to the bedroom where he deposited her on the center of her bed. “From now on we both sleep here,” he told her. Lark nodded. That was what she’d been telling him all along.

  Naked she scooted toward the head of the bed so she could lie back on her pillows and stare at him standing at the edge of the bed. Under her gaze his already semi-hard cock grew, lengthening. Stars, he was ready again.

  “Can I taste you now?”

  Lark opened her legs, inviting him in. Growling, his lips pulled away from his gums, revealing his fangs, giving her a glimpse of the monster inside. He turned away from her.

  “Fuck.” Wiping his mouth, he strode back toward the bathroom.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “How can you ask that?” He called from the bathroom. “You saw how I looked.”

  The sound of water running in the sink reached her ears. Then it dawned on her. He was wiping the blood from his mouth, trying to calm himself and keep his beast in check, all because of how he thought she viewed the monster inside of him.

  Fuck that. She wanted all of him, the handsome vampire on the surface and the beast that dwelled in the depths. When Raynor reentered the room, his face was free of blood and his fangs were no longer visible. Well that just wouldn’t do. He stalked over to the bed.

  “I apologize…” he began and she cut him off.

  “How do I get him back?”

  “What?”

  “How do I bring the beast back to the surface?”

  “What? Why would you want to do that?”

  “I’m your mate. Tonight you’re going to claim me and for the rest of eternity I will willingly share the wonderful beast inside of you. Don’t you think I should get to know him a little?”

  “Lark,” Raynor shook his head. “I don’t want…”

  “But I do want. Tonight, I want both of you. Can I have you both?”

  “Stars,” he muttered, swiping his hand across his face. “I want that too, we want that too.” His voice had gone darker, deeper, eyes swirling and fangs slowly making their presence known. “But it’s our first time, your first time. What if I hurt you?”

  “You won’t.”

  “But what if…?”

  “What if you get over here and do what you promised you were going to do, taste me? Or have you and our beast changed your mind?”

  “Never,” Raynor growled, climbing across the bed.

  Lark lay back with her legs spread open and watched him slide between her thighs. His eyes were captivated by her center.

  He licked his lips. “Spread them wider.”

  She obeyed, moving her legs apart. The chill from the air caressed her heated flesh as he gazed at her for only the stars knew how long. She didn’t rush him, too caught up in the emotions flitting across his face.

  “Beautiful,” he whispered, trailing a claw across her thigh, making her shiver. “The way you’re made amazes me.” Raynor told her.

  “You don’t think I’ve got too much padding in the hip and butt area?”

  “You’re perfect, especially in the hip and butt area. The Creator made no mistakes when sculpting you.”

  Lark blushed. He truly had no idea how much his compliment meant to her. Still gently trailing his claw up and down her inner thigh, Raynor leaned forward and sniffed her center. The shudder that rippled over him told her what she needed to know, but so did his next words.

  “You smell fucking delicious.”

  She didn’t think she could get any wetter than she already was. She was wrong. “Please Raynor, touch me.” Anticipation had her on the verge of coming just from the feel of his breath on her flesh. If he didn’t lick her soon, she would finish without him.

  “Patience.” He brought his claw closer to her center. The long talons retracted seconds before his thumb rubbed over her clit. Lark gripped the sheets, fisting them as she tried to hold still.

  Raynor massaged her clit with his thumb, small circles that were driving her crazy. He rubbed his thumb down between her folds.

  “So wet,” he whispered. “For me.” He replaced his thumb with his forefinger. “All mine,” he growled, sliding his finger into her, something Lark had never allowed Ana to do.

  The feeling was wonderful, overshadowing the fear that clung to her despite her readiness to be claimed. Each stroke, each dip deeper into her body washed away any misgivings that remained.

  “I cannot wait any longer. I must taste you.�
� Removing his finger from her body, he stared at the dew that saturated it. A second later he was licking his finger clean. His eyes closed and she watched, mesmerized as a transformation occurred.

  His shoulders expanded, chest and torso appearing harder, more chiseled than it had only moments ago. When he opened his eyes they were no longer a swirling black, they were a swirling blue color.

  “We will claim you tonight,” he stated in a voice that wasn’t his own. “The three of us.”

  “Three?” Okay, no one said anything about three.

  “Me, my beast and the shadow that keeps it at bay.”

  “Oh okay.” She could handle three, especially if they continued looking at her the way they were doing now. So blue was the color of all three of them. Good to know.

  “Don’t be afraid of us.”

  “Never,” Lark whispered.

  Raynor rose to his knees and crawled forward. Placing his fists on either side of her head, he stared down at her, his large body surrounding her like a cage.

  “I don’t want to hurt you,” the deep voice that was more beast than male told her.

  “It cannot be avoided. But it will only hurt for a little while.”

  “If I could bear it for you, I would.”

  “I know Raynor.”

  “I have never done this,” he trailed his hand down the valley between her breasts.

  “Me either. Don’t worry, we’ll figure out what we like and don’t like together.”

  “I already know what I like.”

  Oh, okay. “And what’s that?”

  “You.” Raynor thumbed her nipple before leaning forward and swiping his tongue across it. Lark closed her eyes and lay there, allowing him to do what he wanted to her. “Watch me,” he growled.

  Stars, he sounded sexy. Lark opened her eyes as he sucked her nipple into his mouth. He suckled her breast while his hand crept lower and massaged her clit. Her hips rose and fell as she rubbed herself against his thumb.

  Arching her back, she brought her breasts closer to his mouth. He switched sides, suckling the other nipple just as greedily as he’d done the first. His tongue flicked faster and so did the finger at her core.

  The finger at her center kept up its frenzied pace as Raynor pressed kisses down her body, making an erotic trail from her breasts to her navel where his tongue dipped inside and then lower until he was once again resting between her legs, his face hovering over her pussy.

  “Mine,” he growled before diving in, face first.

  The moment his tongue touched her there her whole body came alive. Yeah, she’d had her pussy licked before and yeah, it had felt good. But this was different. This was… This was… Her brain didn’t have a word in it to describe what this was.

  This was right.

  This was perfect.

  This was meant to be.

  This was hers.

  So maybe her brain did have words for it. Bottom line, her virgin vampire was rocking her world. Lark threaded her hands through his hair and lifted her hips as he sucked her clit, twirling his tongue over it.

  “So good,” she whispered to him. “Raynor, what you’re doing feels so good.” His growl was proof that he’d heard her. But he couldn’t talk at the moment. His mouth was full… of her. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head when his tongue caressed her folds.

  “So wet,” he mumbled. “I like how wet you get for me, sweet Lark.”

  Good, because talking like that was making her wetter.

  “Give it all to me,” he told her. “I want to drink all of you.”

  Her pussy throbbed. Damn him and his sexy words. Lark lifted her hips faster, fucking his mouth. His large hands gripped her ass, holding her in place.

  “I need,” she mumbled.

  “I know what you need.” His tongue dipped into her body. Yes he did know what she needed. She rocked against his mouth, moaning his name as waves of pleasure washed over her. Her hips jerked.

  She was close, so close. He pushed in and out, bringing her closer to the brink. With her heels digging into the bed, whole body tensing, Lark tried to prepare herself for what was to come.

  She failed. As her orgasm came crashing down, Lark screamed out, shouting Raynor’s name to the ceiling as her body twitched underneath his mouth. He didn’t stop, despite the fact that her legs were shaking uncontrollably and her hips were lifted way off the bed.

  His grip tightened on her as he wrung orgasm after orgasm from her with his mouth. She bit her lip to keep from screaming out, one hundred percent sure that anyone who was hanging out in the lobby had heard her howls of pleasure.

  Finally, unable to take anymore, Lark pushed at his head, attempting to push him away. He lifted his face and growled at her.

  “Mine.”

  “No more,” she whispered, out of breath.

  “Need more.” He swiped his tongue across her folds. “Never enough,” he licked her again. Trembles raced through her. How the hell was she growing aroused once more? His tongue dipped once more into her body. “Need to be inside you.”

  Stars, she needed him inside her also. “Fill me,” she told him, tugging his hair, pulling him upward.

  “You ready?” Those beautiful blue eyes zoned in on her. “Are you ready for us to claim you?”

  Lark nodded.

  “Say it.”

  “I’m ready for you to…”

  “Not just me.”

  “I’m ready to be claimed, by you, your beast and your shadow.”

  Raynor glanced down. She followed his gaze to find him gripping his cock. He rubbed his length between her moist folds, wetting the tip of him. She barely resisted the urge to push against him.

  “Do it,” she encouraged him.

  He didn’t appear to be in a hurry as he slowly rubbed his cock against her. Lark lifted her hips. She was empty. She was tired of feeling empty. “Please Raynor,” she begged.

  “I’m too big,” he told her, rubbing his cock against her again.

  “But…”

  “There are books in the harem. I’ve read them all. In order for me to fit, you have to be ready for me.” He spoke through clenched teeth, barely audible words, but somehow she was able to decipher them.

  He’d read books on how to make this good for her. Her perfect vampire was making her eyes fill with tears.

  “Am I hurting you,” he moved to pull away.

  Lark reached between their bodies and grabbed his cock, not missing the hiss that slipped past his lips. “These are happy tears. I’m happy that you’re trying to make this good for me.”

  “Want you to like this, to want this.”

  “I like it and I want it.” Lark slowly eased him into her. Caged in with his fists on either side of her head, she stared up at him as she slowly filled herself with him. Eyes closed, he bit his bottom lip.

  Deeper she went, easing him into her. Her body stretched to accommodate him. She couldn’t deny that there was a sliver of fear running through her. But watching him, seeing how he was allowing her to do it at her own pace, that comforted her. Lark eased him in as far as she comfortably could. Here comes the hard part, she thought.

  “You have to do the rest,” she told him.

  His eyes shot open. He nodded, expression grim. Raynor eased his hips forward. Lark clutched his shoulders, trying her best not to cry out as he sank deeper, pushing against the barrier of her innocence.

  Burying his head in the crook of her neck, Raynor pushed forward again. “Forgive me, sweet Lark.” Before she could respond, he shoved forward, breaking the barrier. Lark cried out from the pain.

  “So sorry,” he whispered into her ear, body gone still as he waited for the pain to subside. “I will not move again until you’re ready.”

  But he did move. His tongue pressed against her neck, sliding up and down her skin. His spur was pressed against her clit and every time she moved it rubbed against her, stoking her desire.

  Lark found herself rubbing against it, enjoying the
way it massaged her clit. Though Raynor held his body still, his breathing was becoming erratic. “Lark, I…” his voice was strained. “I need to move, I need to fuck you. But I want to wait until you’re ready.”

  Lark rubbed against him again.

  “Lark, I… you do not know what you’re doing to me. I can’t handle this.”

  Stars, him and his words. Lark pulled him closer, all thoughts of pain had vanished. Now, all she felt was desire for him, her mate.

  “Fuck me,” Lark whispered in his ear and released the storm that was brewing inside of him.

  Raynor pulled out and surged forward. “Cannot be gentle. So sorry.” He slammed into her. A hint of pain lingered but the pleasure was beyond anything she’d imagined.

  “I claim you, sweet Lark. You now belong to the vampire, the beast and the shadow. You are ours and we are yours. Our life, is your life. As long as we live, so shall you.” Raynor slammed into her again.

  Her head was spinning, the pleasure damn near blinding her. She stared up at the ceiling as he rode her. Was that a shadow she saw hovering over her and Raynor? Damn, he was fucking her so good she was starting to hallucinate.

  “With this mark, I brand you, Raynor’s mate.” She felt the sting of his fangs as the shadow descended upon them, through them, filling them. Lark felt its presence inside of her, warm and welcoming.

  Then came the chill, the beast. She could hear its growl, feel its power. And she wasn’t afraid.

  ‘You will never fear me,’ a deep voice filled her thoughts.

  Raynor’s beast.

  ‘And now yours too. Have waited so long. Will never hurt you. Always protect you. Always love you. You are forever claimed.’

  Happy tears filled her eyes. Raynor kissed them away as he pushed forward once more.

  “Can you hear him?” She asked him, loving the things his spur was doing to her.

  “He is ours. We share him and his thoughts. And now that our barriers are down, we share each others’ thoughts.”

  Lark wanted to say more, but Raynor sped up, lifting her legs and wrapping them around his waist. He sank deeper, reaching places she’d never known existed. Arousal bloomed brighter within her, the arousal of her and the beast.