Her Alien Protector: Voxeran Fated Mates #6

by Hall, Presley

  It’s overwhelming.

  It’s incredible.

  It’s more than I ever dared to hope for.

  Speaking quickly, I try to describe everything I can to Bohrir, although there are some memories that are almost impossible to put into words. After a while, the torrent of new recollection turns into a trickle, and I sit back on my heels, staring down at the trap. I feel a little shaky and exhausted, as if it was my body that was just racing so hard and not my mind.

  Glancing over at Bohrir, I find him gazing at me with a look of such pride and adoration that it makes my heart slam even faster against my ribs. I don’t even think, I just move, throwing myself into his arms with such force that we both topple to the grass. He lands beneath me, his arms banding around my waist as his hungry lips find mine.

  Pure joy is racing through my veins, and I can’t think of a better way to express it than this—than kissing my mate.

  My body knows what it feels like to be touched by him now, to have him inside me, and that knowledge only pushes my arousal even higher. My hands plunge into his hair, sliding through the thick dark strands as my tongue tangles with his. He groans, and the sound is absorbed by the fiery heat of our kiss, swallowed up by the connection between us.

  I’ve spent so much of my time on this planet afraid and closed off, surviving by barely existing.

  But in this moment, I feel completely and utterly alive.

  I feel happy.

  Whole.

  For so long, I’ve had nothing but the present, but now that I’ve uncovered my past, it makes me feel like I can have a future too. And I want desperately for Bohrir to be a part of that future. I can’t even picture it without him.

  Dragging one hand away from his dark hair, I start to move it downward, eager to explore him more like I did last night. I want to wrap my fingers around his cock, to map out the shape of him and hear his groans as I stroke him. I want to put my mouth on him, to taste his arousal and feel—

  A low humming sound cuts through the air above us, and Bohrir and I both freeze. I break our kiss, craning my neck to look up toward the sky as a sleek silver ship passes overhead before disappearing from sight.

  “A transport ship from the solar council,” Bohrir mutters, his body relaxing slightly beneath mine. “Probably dropping off prisoners somewhere on Nuthora.”

  I swallow. I’ve only seen one or two ships in the Nuthoran sky the entire time I’ve been here, but that’s because I was mostly kept inside by Gornok and his men. I’m sure they’ve passed overhead plenty of times when I haven’t seen them.

  “Do you think the prisoners will be dropped off close by?” I ask nervously. Our little corner of the forest may not exactly be a haven of safety and peace, but it’ll become a lot more dangerous if a bunch of newly arrived alien convicts find us.

  “I don’t think so.” Bohrir shakes his head, his hands still resting on my hips as he lies beneath me. “The ship was too high to be touching down soon.” His brow furrows as he stares at the spot on the horizon where the vessel slipped out of sight. “I thought for a moment it might’ve been a rescue ship headed for the village, but I don’t think it was. It won’t be long though, hopefully.”

  “Wait.” My brows draw together as I consider his words, trying to piece together everything I learned about the Voxerans’ plans while I was living in their small settlement. “I thought the inter-planetary communicator is broken.”

  “It is.” Bohrir’s dark violet gaze shifts back to me. “Or it was. But Vael and Rhesk are skilled, and between the two of them, they’re more than capable of repairing the communicator. Once they do, Droth can reach out to his allies on Vox, and a plan can be made to get everyone in the village off Nuthora.”

  I blink. The way he says “everyone in the village” makes it clear that he’s not including himself among that group, and it hits me for the first time that he truly has no plans to return to the little settlement—not even if it means being left behind by his people.

  “Bohrir,” I stammer, shaking my head. “You… you can’t—not because of me.”

  The massive Voxeran tilts his head a little, reaching up to cup my face in both of his strong hands.

  “I can do what I choose, my kira. Just as you can. And believe me when I tell you that I am right where I want to be. My people mean more to me than almost anything in the universe.” His thumb brushes over my bottom lip, the mesmerizing blue of his eyes gleaming in the dappled sunlight as he gazes at me. “But there is one thing that means more.”

  You.

  This.

  Us.

  He doesn’t say those words, but I know that’s what he means. He chose me over his people when he followed me into the woods after I slipped away, but I never truly understood the depth of his decision until now. He has chosen me above everything.

  A rush of emotions overwhelms me, and I shake my head again, more emphatically this time. I can’t let him do this. I can’t let him give up so much.

  “Bohrir, no.” I bite my lip. “That’s not—”

  “Are you happy here with me?” he asks, cutting me off. “Right now, are you happy?”

  I think about how good it feels to have his warm body beneath mine, how perfect and pure the connection between us is. How full of unexpected joy these past few days have been.

  “Yes,” I whisper hoarsely.

  “And do you want to go back to the village? Do you want to go to Vox?”

  I try to say yes again, but the word sticks in my throat. Old, ingrained fears rise up, overriding the happiness and peace I’ve found out here in the woods with Bohrir.

  Fear of trusting others. Of having my choices, my freedom, taken away.

  They’re not even rational worries, but they’re so visceral that they make my breath hitch for an instant. And in that instant, Bohrir’s expression hardens with determination. He rolls me over onto my back, his hips settling between my thighs as he drops his head to rest his forehead against mine.

  “I told you, Willow,” he murmurs. “I will be the shield for your heart. I will protect it with everything in me. No matter what it takes.”

  Warring emotions jostle in my chest—guilt, gratitude, relief, and something else I can’t even put a name to.

  Or maybe I’m just not ready to call it what it is yet.

  Love.

  With a strangled sound, I wrap my arms around Bohrir’s shoulders, tilting my head up to crush my lips against his. The heat of our kiss that was interrupted by the noise of the ship overhead flares back to life at full force, as if it never truly waned.

  Bohrir groans, rolling his hips against mine as his cock thickens and hardens between us. I can still feel the imprint of everywhere he touched me last night, and my clit pulses with need as I hook my legs around his waist and urge him closer.

  “I want you,” I gasp, not even bothering to try to hide the raw truth in my voice. “So much. Need you.”

  My words seem like they’re as much of an aphrodisiac to the muscled Voxeran as my touch or my kisses. He grinds his hips harder against mine, giving us both more friction as he nips at my lower lip, dragging it between his teeth. His sharp canines scrape my delicate skin just a little—not enough to break through, but enough to cause a small sting of pain that melts into liquid pleasure.

  I whimper, breaking our kiss as my head falls back against the soft, mossy ground. Bohrir takes advantage of the opportunity, dropping his head to trail his lips over the expanse of my throat that’s left open and exposed to him. I writhe beneath him, my fingernails digging into his shoulders as I pant for breath.

  “So beautiful. So perfect,” he mutters, drawing a line with his tongue over my collarbone and down my chest as his deft fingers undo the ties of my top. His lips find my already sensitive nipples, and I let out a little yelp of pleasure as he teases them, alternating back and forth while his hands tug at the fastening of my makeshift skirt.

  He moves down my body, tugging my shoes off as well, and wh
en he kisses the inside of my knee, I tense in anticipation, expecting him to move his mouth upward to my core next. But to my surprise, he lifts me up instead, plucking me off the forest floor as if I weigh nothing and turning me over so that I’m on all fours.

  I’m completely naked, with the large Voxeran kneeling behind me, and I can feel his gaze moving over my body as goosebumps spring up over my skin. He can see all of me like this—can see the curve of my ass and the glistening folds of my pussy, can see how wet I am for him already. I’m utterly exposed, and with anyone else, that would probably make me feel embarrassed, afraid, or defensive.

  But with Bohrir, the only thing I feel is pleasure.

  Having him see all of me feels good. It feels right.

  Biting my lower lip, I wiggle my ass a little, desperate for him to more than just look. I want his hands on me, want to feel the rough callouses glide over my skin.

  “Slanch.”

  He curses roughly, and I dig my teeth harder into my lip as a grin spreads across my face. He doesn’t curse all that often, which doesn’t surprise me now that I’ve gotten to know him better, but I love the way it sounds when he does. I love the way the word comes out strained and almost breathless, as if the need inside him is more than he can handle.

  I arch my back a little, tempting him again without words, and Bohrir grunts, his hands falling to my hips before he slides one up my spine in a sensuous movement. He glides his fingers up my neck and into my hair before wrapping the strands around his fist. There’s only a tiny bit of pressure at my scalp, not enough to hurt, but the sensation makes a jolt of arousal shoot through me.

  Craning my neck a little to look over my shoulder, I let my gaze roam over the broad, muscled alien man. He took off his loincloth at some point after he put me on all fours, and his cock juts out from his body, slightly curved and a little darker than the rest of his blue-tinged skin.

  He’s still fisting my hair with one hand, and his other massages my ass before reaching down to stroke his cock lightly. My core clenches as I watch his fist glide over his ridged, veiny shaft, and I let out a low whimper.

  “Bohrir, please.”

  I’ve never begged for sex before, but I feel like I might implode if I don’t get him inside me soon. I feel too empty, too bereft. And the only cure for the need roiling through my veins is Bohrir.

  “Gods, Willow,” he grits out, teasing my entrance with the head of his cock. “Is this what you need?”

  “Yes! Please!”

  With a harsh groan, he rocks his hips forward, letting me feel every inch of him as he presses into me. My mouth falls open as my body adjusts to the perfect, overwhelming stretch. Bohrir is so big that it’s a miracle it doesn’t hurt to have him bottom out inside me, but somehow, my body seems like it was made to fit perfectly with his.

  He releases his hold on my hair, grabbing my hips to steady me as he draws out and then slides in again, making both of us groan with pleasure. My head droops as my fingers dig into the soft ground beneath me, my hips pressing backward to meet Bohrir’s thrusts.

  “Do you trust me, my kira?” he rumbles from behind me, his voice deep and strained.

  “Yes,” I pant out.

  I do trust him. There’s no one else in the entire world I could say that about unequivocally, but with Bohrir, there’s no hesitation. Not a single shred of doubt.

  He growls softly in response, and I know that my answer turned him on even more. Leaving one hand on my hip to keep me steady as our bodies find a rhythm together, he slides his other hand over my ass, squeezing and massaging it. He slows his thrusts a little as one finger delves between my cheeks, circling the tight ring of muscles at my back hole.

  My drooping eyelids pop open as I suck in a sharp breath, and I look back over my shoulder at Bohrir. His heated gaze is focused on the place where his finger slowly teases my ass, just above where his slick cock glides in and out of me.

  The sight of his face as he watches my body accept him makes something powerful and intense roll through my belly. My toes curl, and I arch my back, offering myself up to him as fully as I can.

  Bohrir’s night-blue eyes lift to meet mine, his nostrils flaring as he slips his finger past the tight ring of muscles. “Is this all right?”

  I nod fervently, unable to tear my gaze away from his face. I’ve never been touched there before, and my body feels like it’s overloading as it tries to process the strange new sensation.

  “Do you want more?” Bohrir asks, still thrusting in and out of me with even strokes as he teases my other hole.

  I know that if I say no, he’ll stop immediately. It’s abundantly clear how much this is turning him on, but he’s not doing it for his pleasure—he’s doing it for mine.

  “Yes,” I whisper. “I want more.”

  He groans, his grip on my hip tightening a little. His jaw clenches as his finger slips deeper into my ass, and I let out a rough breath, dropping my head again as my eyes close. I want to keep watching Bohrir, but I don’t even have the strength to hold my head up, let alone crane my neck like that.

  All I can do is feel.

  His thick finger works its way in deeper, and he times the strokes with the steady thrusts of his cock. My core clenches around his shaft, and I feel my ass do the same around his finger. I feel more full than ever before, but I’m still hungry for more, still craving something I can hardly even articulate.

  “More,” I gasp. “Bohrir, I need—oh, god.”

  “Are you sure?”

  As if testing my response, he draws his finger out and then begins to press a second finger very slowly into my back hole. The stretch and burn as my body tries to accommodate the new intrusion makes me choke out a whimper.

  He stops, but I shake my head wildly, thrusting my hips back toward him. “No, keep going. It’s good. It’s so good.”

  I hardly even recognize myself right now—in the best possible way. I can hardly remember the scared, timid woman I was when Gornok and his men held me captive. Out here in the woods with Bohrir, feeling him claim me in the most intimate way possible, I feel wanton and free.

  I want this. And I’m not ashamed or scared of that fact.

  With a low growl, Bohrir thrusts his fingers a little deeper. My breath catches, my spine arching as sensation shoots through me, and my clit throbs with demanding pulses.

  “Yes, yes, yes,” I chant, hardly even aware that I’m speaking anymore, just knowing that I want more of everything Bohrir is doing.

  “Does that feel good, my kira?”

  “Yes,” I repeat. I bite my lower lip, arousal spreading outward through every limb of my body. “I want to feel you in my ass. I want you to claim me there.”

  Suddenly, Bohrir stops moving. I can feel the tension in his muscles where his thighs are pressed to the backs of mine, and his cock pulses inside me as he curses under his breath. A burst of arousal shoots through me like adrenaline.

  He’s trying not to come. He’s trying not to lose it right here and now just from hearing me say those words.

  I’m half tempted to squeeze my walls around him, to grind against him and milk him until he falls over the edge. But I don’t want this to end yet, so I stay perfectly still for a moment while he masters himself.

  When he finally unfreezes, he releases my hip and wraps his arm around my waist, lifting my upper body and pressing my back to his chest. His other hand is still sandwiched between us, and the change in position makes the intrusion of his fingers in my ass feel even more intense. Bohrir’s chest rises and falls against my upper back as he drops his head, nipping at my earlobe.

  “One day, my sweet Willow, I will claim every part of you, if that’s what you want. But my cock is much bigger than my fingers, and I want to make sure you’re ready. I want it to bring you only pleasure.”

  He twists his fingers a little as he speaks, pulsing his hips so that his cock sinks even deeper into my core, and I hold on to the forearm that’s wrapped around my waist as my h
eart crashes against my ribs. The heated promise in his voice inflames my blood, and I tilt my head up toward his, kissing him hard when he presses his lips to mine.

  The fact that even now, in the throes of passion, he’s so dedicated to taking care of me makes something crack open in my chest. I already trusted him completely, but the feelings swelling inside me now are so far beyond that.

  Beyond trust.

  Beyond desire.

  Love.

  The shock of realization as that word rises up in my mind should scare me, but it doesn’t.

  I kiss Bohrir harder, sliding one arm up to loop around his neck as I feel him start to thrust shallowly inside me again, his fingers and his cock claiming me at the same time. He’s not even touching my clit, but the sensations pouring through me push me over the edge anyway, and my loud cry echoes through the forest as I come hard.

  “Yes! Oh, fuck!”

  “Willow! Akhi!”

  Bohrir’s cry answers my own, and he swirls his hips against my ass as his cock throbs and jerks, emptying himself inside me. Every time I think my orgasm is beginning to subside, my clit pulses again, sending another jolt of pleasure through me, and when the last one finally fades away, I go limp in Bohrir’s arms, melting against him.

  He carefully withdraws from me and sets me gently back on the ground, rolling me over onto my back as he braces himself above me.

  His cat-like pupils are blown out and wide, making his violet-blue eyes appear even darker than usual. A gentle smile curves his full lips, softening the hard lines of his face, and he drops his head to kiss my lips, then my nose.

  I sigh, dragging in a lungful of air as my heartbeat begins to slow. Then I glance to one side, noticing the trap that’s still laid out on the ground several feet away from us.

  Glancing back up at Bohrir with a chuckle, I raise an eyebrow. “I’m guessing what we just did isn’t standard procedure for laying traps?”

  He laughs, and the deep sound seems to fill my soul.