Page 99 of Alien God

And I wanted him. Wanted him so badly even now my body screamed at me to grind myself upward, to take the tip of his cock, and more, inside me. I wanted him so much that I’d had to tell him to stop. Before I lost my mind. Lost myself.

An aftershock of the orgasm Wylfrael had stroked from my body pulsed in my core, and I let out a soft, unintentional moan. The sound broke the spell over Wylfrael. He moved, though that seemed unintentional, too. His muscles tightened further, jumping under his skin, as a violent shudder ran through his frame. At the same time, his cock jerked, as if trying to get inside me on its own since Wylfrael now refused to move his hips. With a rough, raw sound, Wylfrael ripped himself away from me.

He was out of the bed before I could even blink.

Is he going to disappear again?

My mind felt like it was being torn apart.

I wanted him to go. To leave me. I wanted to never see him again.

And I desperately wanted him to stay.

I scrambled into a seated position after having slumped down among the pillows during this whole ordeal. I tugged my robe closed in a shaky movement, cinching the belt tight, looking down at the fabric as I did it instead of at Wylfrael.

The sound of a door closing made my head whip upwards.

He’s gone. He left after all.

The disappointment came faster and harder than the relief, and that fucking terrified me. But when the sound of running water registered, I realized that he was in the adjoining bathroom, and it was the bathroom door he’d closed, not the main door.

My cheeks heated, my pussy giving a weak pulse, at the thought of him jerking off in there.

This is wrong. This is so fucked up. Wylfrael was not someone I was supposed to fantasize about making himself come, not someone I was supposed to almost let fuck me. He was my captor. My enemy turned reluctant ally. The man I hated and...

My husband.

Not yet! We’re not married yet!

My almost-husband didn’t take long in there. I pursed my lips and averted my gaze when he emerged, suddenly very interested in the little fluffy tufts of fur on the bedspread. I pinched and pulled at the soft fur with my fingers. The sound of running water started up again, and when I finally got the courage to look up at Wylfrael, I found him lounging in the bath as it filled. The bath in here was much larger and deeper than the one in my room had been, about the size of an inground pool, and it had benches built into it along the sides. Wylfrael was seated on one of those benches now, his arms flung out along the floor behind him, his head tipped back, expression brooding.

He’s pissed.

I could see it in the hard lines of his jaw. The cold fury of his gaze as he stared at the tile on the opposite side of the bath.

“You’re not allowed to be mad at me for this,” I said. My own voice in the air surprised me. The thought had become words before it had even fully formed in my head. “You’re not allowed to be angry with me for stopping things.”

Wylfrael didn’t look at me.

“I am not accustomed to being told what I am allowed or not allowed to do in my own castle.”

“Yeah, well, you’re about to get married, so you should probably get accustomed to that,” I snapped. My hands curled into fists around the fur bedspread.

A joyless smirk touched his lips.

It was gone in an instant, his mouth turning grim as he said softly, “I am not angry with you for that.” He tipped his head further back until it rested on the crystal floor. He said it up to the ceiling, so quietly I almost didn’t hear. “Never angry with you for that.”

Oh.

“Then why are you so mad over there?”

I was being stupid. Pushing too hard, digging for something that didn’t even matter. Who cared why Wylfrael was pissed? That seemed to be a natural state of being for the moody, fox-eared alien.

The tub was filling quickly, water reaching his sculpted, starry chest. Steam billowed from the surface, creating a misting veil. Between the steam and the angle of his tipped-back head, I couldn’t see his face at all as he muttered, “Because you love snow.”

Because I love snow?

Jesus, he was going even crazier than I was. At least my thoughts mostly made sense and I wasn’t getting mad at people for an innocuous affection for a goddamn weather phenomenon.

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