Her Alien Rebel: A Sci-Fi Alien Romance (Voxeran Fated Mates Book 7)

by Presley Hall

  By the time I’m done feasting on the sweet little bud, she’s gasping, her back arched as she squirms against me. I can smell the scent of her arousal in the small space. It only heightens my own desire, and my cock aches with the need to thrust inside her, to feel all her warm wetness envelope me.

  But instead, I sink to my knees and tug off the piece of leather that’s wrapped around her waist, wanting to explore more of her.

  I press my lips to her belly, running them over the soft flesh, tracing a path with my tongue from one hipbone to the other as I run my hands up her lush thighs, squeezing her there as I part them. Felicity gasps again, stumbling backward slightly.

  I follow her, and she leans her upper back against the wall of the cave as my fingers continue their hungry exploration. I stroke her slick folds, enjoying the velvet feel of her skin against my rough fingertips.

  “Ren, please,” she whimpers, looking down at me with the firelight glittering in her brown eyes.

  A fresh jolt of desire washes over me at the expression on her face. Her delicate features are partly cast in shadow, making the angles of her nose and chin and high cheekbones appear even more striking.

  She looks like a goddess, a creature so beautiful I could never even have dreamed her up.

  And yet, somehow, she exists.

  She’s real and standing right in front of me.

  Leaning forward, I kiss the inside of her thigh, tilting my head slightly to look up at her as I slide my fingers between her folds, feeling how wet and hot she is there. The slickness of her arousal coats my fingertips as I tease her entrance, and her hips arch into my hand, urging me on.

  She’s built similarly to a Voxeran female, but not exactly the same. I want to explore every bit of her, to map the topography of her body and learn how every line and curve of it responds to my touch.

  As I slide my fingers upward, I feel a small, hard nub just above her entrance, like a pebble under my fingertips. She cries out as soon as I touch it, her legs shaking as her hands flatten against the wall.

  A groan rises up in my throat, my cock throbbing painfully at the sound and scent and feel of her.

  I tease the small pebble of flesh again, wanting to see if that’s what caused her reaction, and Felicity moans louder, squirming against my hand.

  “Please,” she gasps, her head thrown back and her eyes closed.

  “What do you want?” I murmur.

  My voice is a deep rasp as I continue to stroke her, feeling her inner thighs quiver. I reach down with my other hand, giving my shaft a hard squeeze to hold back my own release. My balls are tight and aching with the need to come.

  I’m so aroused by her reactions that I’m on the verge of spilling my seed without ever being inside her. She’s so exquisite, even more so now that she’s lost in the moment, her body responding to me instantly with every touch.

  “Your mouth,” Felicity whimpers, shamelessly spreading her thighs wider. “Put your mouth on me. Fuck, Ren. Lick me. Right there, please—”

  She breaks off as if she’s momentarily forgotten how to speak, but I understand what she wants.

  With fire burning in my veins, I reach for her leg, hooking it over my shoulder so that I can get better access. I could look at her forever, watching her body writhe and arch in pleasure, seeing the way her skin flushes and pebbles with every touch.

  But if she wants my mouth, then she’ll have it. I’ll bring her to climax that way before I claim her, if that’s what she desires.

  At this point, I don’t think there’s a single thing I could deny this woman. I would give her anything she wants.

  Spreading her open with my fingers, I reveal the hard nub of flesh that makes her respond so strongly. Then I lean forward, running my tongue over her in one long, slow stroke before flicking the tip of my tongue over her nub the way I used my fingertip earlier.

  “Ren!” Felicity whimpers my name, the strained cry ending on a note that leaves her breathless, and it makes me certain that this is exactly what she wanted.

  Good.

  Because there’s no chance I’ll be able to stop now.

  She tastes too slanching good.

  I press my mouth harder against her, licking her wet, heated flesh, sucking her soft folds between my lips, and running my tongue up to that small spot that seems to be her pleasure center. I close my lips around her and suck her there too, the same way I would want her to if she had my cock in her mouth.

  Felicity nearly screams with pleasure at that, her heel digging into my back as I keep her leg tightly hooked over my shoulder.

  I want to stroke myself so badly while I taste her, but I know that I’m too close. There’s no way I’ll last if I touch myself now. The taste of her on my tongue and the scent of her arousal in my nostrils have me on the edge. My cock is already leaking small droplets of seed, and it would take almost nothing to bring me to release.

  But I won’t let that happen. Not until she has had hers.

  I brush my fingertips against her entrance, teasing her there for a moment before I thrust two fingers into her.

  “Oh, fuck!” she cries out.

  Akhi. This woman will be the death of me.

  I groan as I feel her inner walls tighten around me, and I slide my fingers in and out experimentally as I lick her. Felicity’s cries are a near constant sound now, filling the cave as I push her toward the edge.

  “I’m so close,” she gasps. “Oh, holy fuck, Ren, I’m—”

  I feel a soft spot inside of her and press my fingers against it curiously, sliding my tongue over her little nub at the same time… and Felicity comes apart.

  One of her hands flies out, grabbing my hair as her hips buck hard against my mouth. She holds me tightly against her as she grinds out her climax, coming hard on my tongue as she moans helplessly again and again.

  Her cries of pleasure rise to a crescendo as I keep going, rubbing and sucking and licking until I feel her melt against the wall of the cave. She slumps so completely that I have to catch her, tearing my mouth away from her core as I gather her into my arms and lay her down on the cloaks that we discarded on the floor of the cave.

  “Holy shit,” she gasps. “I’ve never—”

  She breaks off suddenly, her eyes widening as if the words she was about to say have shocked her.

  I wish she would continue speaking. I’m desperate to know what’s going through her head in this moment. But before I can ask, she tilts her face up toward mine, her rich brown eyes glittering in the firelight.

  “I need you inside me, Ren. Please. Fuck me.”

  She doesn’t have to ask twice. I’m already tearing my loincloth off and leaning over her, pushing her thighs apart as my cock throbs with a need that blocks out any other thought in my head. I’ve felt desire and arousal before, but never like this.

  Felicity makes me feel something primal, something almost animalistic in my desire for her.

  I kneel between her legs, spreading her thighs open wide as I stroke myself once, spreading my arousal over my shaft, though Felicity is so wet that I hardly need anything else. She looks up at me, her eyes flicking to my cock, and I have a moment’s uncertainty as I realize that I might be different from other men she’s lain with. As far as I know, if she’s not a virgin, she’s only ever been with human males.

  She reaches out to touch me, and I let her, sucking in a breath as I struggle to hold back, not to let her touch undo me. But as she runs her fingers down my length, tracing the ridge that runs along the top of my cock, I shudder with pleasure, a groan spilling from my lips.

  “I can’t wait,” I groan hoarsely, guiding myself toward her entrance. “Felicity—”

  “Yes.” Her voice is raspy as she speaks that single word, and it sends another rush of need through me. “Oh god, Ren. I feel so empty. Fill me up. I want to feel every bit of you.”

  My broad crown slips inside her, and the way her body stretches to accommodate me tears a deep groan from my lips. Her wet
heat envelops the most sensitive part of me as if she was made to take me, clenching and rippling around my shaft as I sink a little deeper.

  “Watch me,” I growl, a possessive urge rising up in my chest. “Watch me as I take you.”

  Felicity moans softly. Her gaze stays fixed on me as I slide into her, flicking between my face and my cock.

  The moment my thick shaft breaches her entrance, I grab both of her legs, hooking them over my shoulders to raise her so that we can both watch as I slide into her with agonizing slowness. I groan at how tight she is, but my cock fits nonetheless, slipping into her as I force myself to go slowly, to savor the feeling of her gripping me.

  “Oh god.” Felicity is panting by the time I’m entirely inside of her, and I can see her soft, flushed folds parted around my cock, that swollen nub peeking out as I slide my hands down her hips. “So big. So perfect. Oh, fuck… you feel so good.”

  “So do you,” I groan. “So slanching good, gods, I—”

  My voice breaks off on a choked sound as she squeezes me impossibly tighter. I can’t hold back much longer.

  I arch my hips against her, pressing my cock into her as deeply as I can, and the node at the base of my cock grinds against her little pleasure center. She gasps at the sensation, then starts to shake, her body trembling as I push her toward another orgasm.

  I feel delirious with need, watching her skin flush, her breasts shaking, her thighs gripping me. When I feel her come again, her eyes squeezing tightly shut as her entire body contracts and then starts to shudder, her moans filling the cave, I can’t stop myself.

  Pushing her legs down, I pull out of her almost entirely, leaving only my swollen, throbbing tip inside her, and then, as I bend down to claim her mouth again in a deep kiss, I thrust into her hard.

  Felicity moans against my mouth, and I lose all control. I can’t stop myself from taking her hard and fast. Her inner walls are still fluttering around me from her second climax as I drive into her again and again, my hands planted on either side of her head as I devour her mouth with my own.

  She overwhelms me—the scent of her skin and the taste of her mouth, the heat of her enveloping my aching cock, the feeling of her soft, lush body pressed against my hard, muscular one. When her hands slide around to my back, tracing the nodes that run down my spine, I let out a ragged cry, feeling my balls tighten with that last warning that I’m going to come.

  “Felicity…”

  I groan her name, and she whimpers in response. The node at the base of my cock is hitting her little nub with every thrust, and I realize that it’s bringing her close to the edge again.

  Yes. Come for me again, my sweet little Terran.

  I don’t know what’s possible for females of her race, but if I could, I would bring her to the peak of pleasure over and over again. I want to make her come again and again, to dedicate my very existence to that single pursuit.

  I grit my teeth, holding back for one final moment until I feel her start to quiver, and then I slam into her one final time, pushing myself tightly against that small nub between her legs and grinding hard as my cock throbs.

  My length swells as I lose myself in a hot explosion of pleasure that feels better than anything I’ve ever experienced in my entire life.

  She clings to me as she comes again too, wrapped around me like a vine as I arch my back, my muscles straining from the force of my release. I can feel her body squeezing me, drawing every last drop of seed out of me, making both of our climaxes go on for what feels like forever.

  Finally, I slump against her, panting. My mouth brushes against her neck as I feel the last throbs of pleasure run through my body, my cock slowly softening as my body melts into hers.

  She’s so soft and yielding beneath me, her limbs still tangled around me, her breath coming in small, short gasps.

  I don’t want to pull out.

  I don’t want to leave the perfect warmth of her body yet.

  What I felt with her was like nothing I’ve ever experienced with any woman. It was more intense than any pleasure I’ve ever known.

  And yet…

  As the intensity of our encounter fades, I can feel some of my reason returning. Now that the primal, overwhelming urge to take, to claim, to possess has lessened and the sharp edges of my need have been blunted, I remember why we’re here. Why we’re freezing on this mountainside, why Felicity and I found ourselves alone together in the first place.

  The mission relies on us succeeding, and only us.

  So many people, from the warriors we sent back to base, to the Voxerans and Terran women waiting for us at the foot of the mountain, are depending on us to finish and ensure they can escape this planet. And even once we leave Nuthora, if Felicity and I survive, that won’t be the end of it. I still have my own mission—to stand at my prince’s side, to help him defeat his uncle, to see Vox made free again.

  Pleasure, even something as intense and unusual as what Felicity and I just shared, is a mistake. A distraction that could imperil our chances of completing what we came here to do. I can’t afford to be more concerned about her than I am already, or more distracted by her loveliness and my desire for her. And I can’t afford for her to feel things for me, either, or to be distracted by lust.

  I draw out and move away from her, picking up my loincloth and giving Felicity time to gather her own clothing, and she looks over at me. I’m afraid to meet her eyes, not wanting her to be hurt by my physical and emotional retreat. But as if she can hear the thoughts tumbling over themselves in my head, she speaks up—and the words she says aren’t what I expected.

  “You know…” She clears her throat hesitantly, wrapping the leather over her breasts again. “I’ve heard it’s not unusual for unmated Voxerans to have sex outside of the bond. God knows we humans do it all the time.”

  I know immediately what she’s doing.

  She’s giving me a chance to refute what I know we both felt, and to claim that what we just did wasn’t the bond at all, but simple lust. That it was only casual, only the need of two beings attracted to each other, and nothing deeper.

  And she’s right, in a way—Voxerans do have sex outside of the mate bond. I’ve had encounters before, when I was younger and needed pleasure too badly to satisfy myself. It’s only once the bond is completed that intimacy with anyone else is unthinkable.

  So I nod. “Of course,” I say, forcing a smile to my lips. “I’m not unfamiliar with that, either. Those kinds of casual encounters.”

  Even as the words leave my mouth, I can feel something tugging deep inside me, as if my very soul is offended by what I just said. But I’m too conflicted to do anything other than take the easy excuse that she’s offered us both.

  For too many years, I’ve had only one thing to care about, one thing to focus all of my attention and energy and worry and desire on—serving my prince and saving my people.

  I don’t know how to have another purpose as well. How to love and desire and serve Felicity as her mate, and still be devoted to Droth and Vox. I don’t have the slightest idea how to compartmentalize those separate things, because I’ve never had anything else. I don’t know how to be anything other than single-minded in my devotion.

  Still, I crave being near her. And so once I’ve stoked the fire a little higher and made sure that we’ve both had enough food and water to see us through the night, I bring Felicity back into the circle of my arms as we lie down. I tell myself that it’s too cold to sleep separately, that after what we just did, pretending that we need to sleep apart is foolish.

  But deep inside myself, I can admit that the truth is something else entirely.

  I want her in my arms, against my body.

  And when this mission is done, I don’t know how I’ll ever let her go.

  16

  Felicity

  In the morning, as we wake to continue up the mountain, I feel almost shy around Ren.

  We wrap our cloaks around our shoulders and eat our breakfast m
ostly in silence. Neither one of us seems to be sure if we should talk about what happened, but I don’t know if we should just act as if it didn’t happen either.

  As we resume our trek, we’re quiet too—although that has less to do with what happened between us and more to do with the fact that the terrain is so steep and difficult that it’s impossible to talk much.

  The silence gives me plenty of time to think about why I feel so out of sorts this morning.

  It’s not as if I’ve never had sex before. I’m far from being a virgin. I had no trouble last night telling Ren what I wanted or enjoying what he was doing to me to the fullest. I’ve had one-night-stands and hookups with guys from the bar from time to time. It’s not like I’ve only had sex when I was in love or in a relationship. Truthfully, I’ve never actually been in love, so I don’t even know what that would be like.

  Still, none of the sex I’ve had—good, bad, or middling—has ever made me feel like Ren did. Last night wasn’t just good sex, although it was undeniably incredible. Ren somehow found my clit without even knowing what it was faster than any human man ever has.

  But there was something else there too, something that sparked through my veins right alongside the pleasure, making my heart beat faster the same way an adrenaline rush does.

  It felt almost… addicting?

  My stomach clenches at the thought, and I swallow hard as a chill that has nothing to do with the temperature on the mountain sweeps over my skin.

  That’s what scares me.

  The thought of Ren being addictive.

  I’ve already dealt with one addiction back on Earth, and I didn’t even manage to beat that one until I was forcibly removed from the planet and shipped off into outer space. Do I really want to go back to that place of feeling constantly out of control, of wanting something so badly that nothing else mattered?

  Because that’s how this feels.

  I want more already. I wanted to fuck Ren again this morning, even though I didn’t let myself make a move. I felt him get hard against me when we woke up with him spooning me, those huge muscular arms wrapped tightly around me, and I had the very clear thought that it would have been so easy for him to slide his thick, hard length into me and take me again.