Page 73 of Resisting the Alien Rider

“I have wanted you,” he hissed, nudging his tip inside, “since the very first moment that I saw you.”

And I could see it in his expression. That want, still there, maybe even stronger than ever. His face went taut, then entirely slack with pleasure, his gaze reduced to hazy slits. It was the face of a man in thrall.

Seeing him so enraptured, so undone by me, only heightened my own responses to him. Even as he stretched me beyond what I would have thought comfortable, beyond what I would have thought possible, I felt another orgasm nipping at the heels of the first. He was so hard. He needed me so badly. It made me want to give him everything.

“Are you… alright?” he panted, even as his hips started moving faster, drawing in and out, as if his body had waited long enough and it was moving on without him whether he liked it or not.

“Yes,” I mouthed, unable to force sound into the word. But his translator didn’t pick it up, and when Garrek ground to a trembling halt in response I thought that I might die. “Yes! Yes! Don’t stop,” I half-gasped, half-wailed.

His white eyes flared. The sound of a cracking whip was his tail smashing against the floorboards. His cock tail spasmed, writhing against my damp flesh until it found my clit and seized upon it, coiling tightly.

Garrek collapsed down onto his elbows, hisforearms bracketing my head. I squeezed his biceps, the muscles hard as boulders as his entire body spasmed and strained, speed and urgency building, building, until I was coming for a catastrophic second time. Light filled my eyes – light that made me think that I was seeing stars. But I wasn’t. The light was Garrek’s. All Garrek’s. He watched me come undone like he’d rather die than shut his eyes, the miraculous glow of his ravenous gaze cascading down upon me.

His movements stuttered. His breath became harsh and cracking.

“Magnolia, sweet thing, I’m going to-”

“It’s OK,” I gasped, my channel convulsing on him as he surged harder into me. “You don’t have to do anything. I’ve got you. Just let go, Garrek. Let go.”

My hands jumped up to grip the sides of his jaw. I roughly dragged his face down to mine. We were too hungrily chaotic in our movements, too lost in pleasure to figure out a proper kiss. Instead, we just panted and moaned against each other, sharing breath and brushing lips and tongues until, with a rasping shout, Garrek came. An aftershock of my own orgasm echoed through me in response, chasing his pleasure, squeezing and squeezing him until he was violently shaking above me, around me, inside me.

We remained that way, our bodies connected, catching our breath. Sweat cooled on my skin, and the cold air contrasted with the velvety, all-encompassing heat of Garrek’s body.

“Sweet thing?” I murmured, smiling against his mouth. “That’s new.”

Garrek gingerly pulled out, both of us giving a soft groan at the loss of contact. My body didn’t feel right without him now.

“I did not have it in me to call you sweet urine, human term of endearment or not.” He huffed out a breath. “I won’t do it. So don’t even ask.”

“Sweet… What? What are you talking about?”

Garrek’s tail slid along the floor, grasping his bedroll from where he’d been sleeping the past few nights. He opened it and guided me inside. I did so without argument, wiggling with the delight of pure coziness when he joined me and drew me possessively against his chest, sealing my bare back to his front.

“Sweet urine,” he said again, as if repeating it would somehow make it make sense. “That is what you call Killian.”

“I absolutely do not!” I cried, twisting my head to look back at him. “I call him sweet pea. Oh. Wait. Shoot.”

There likely was no equivalent for the pea plant in Zabrian. So the translator had defaulted to pee like urine.

“No,” I groaned, covering my face with my hands. “I feel so bad! I can’t believe Killian thinks I’ve been calling him that kind of pee this entire time! Why didn’t he say anything?”

“He doesn’t care what the words mean,” Garrek said. I could feel the rumble of his smoky voice vibrating against my back. “He only cares about what they mean to you. He knows you care for him. That is enough.”

“I love him,” I said fiercely. “And tomorrow I will definitely clarify that for him. Peas have very nice flowers! They’re beautiful and fragrant and there are delicious little pea pods and… Ugh. I’ll find a picture to show him on my comms tablet. Poor kid.”

“Poor? No. I think he is very fortunate.” Garrek’s chin bumped the top of my head. His tail snaked possessively up my calf. “I think I am fortunate, too.”

“I still can’t believe you’ve loved me for so long,” I whispered, wrapping both my arms around the one he held me with. “You did a hell of a job hiding it.”

“Glad to hear it,” he said dryly. “I’ll have you know that trying to conceal my feelings caused me a significant amount of stress.”

I laughed.

“I feel like stress is just your default setting,” I said. “Don’t blame it on me. You are a worrier, through and through.”

“I will blame it on you,” he retorted darkly. “You and Killian. I never felt as if my heart was going to give out on a daily basis before I met the two of you.”

That would have made me sad, knowing that we caused Garrek that much inner turmoil, until he gruffly, softly added, “I suppose that stress goes hand in hand with caring. The more you love something, the more you worry. And want to protect it.”

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