Page 36 of My Big Fat Fake Alien

Karc releases my ankles from the cross, his hands firm but gentle as he unbuckles the leather cuffs. The moment my feet hit the floor, he’s on me, lifting my thighs with ease and pressing me against the cross. His scaled cock brushes against my entrance, and I gasp, my body arching into his.

“Karc—” I start, but the words dissolve into a moan as he thrusts into me, filling me completely. His scales press against my inner walls, a sensation unlike anything I’ve ever felt. My nails dig into his shoulders as he begins to move, each stroke sending waves of pleasure through me.

“Wrap your legs around me,” he growls, his voice low and commanding.

I obey without hesitation, locking my ankles behind his back. His hands grip my hips, his claws pressing into my skin as he picks up the pace. Every thrust is deliberate, calculated to drive me wild, and it’s working. My breath comes in short, sharp gasps, my body trembling with the intensity of it all.

“Fuck, Karc,” I moan, my head falling back. “You feel incredible.”

“Good,” he rumbles, his breath hot against my neck. His teeth graze my skin, sending a shiver down my spine. “Let go, Raven. Come for me.”

The command sends me over the edge, my body convulsing with pleasure as I cry out his name. He follows me moments later, his seed flooding me as he buries himself deep inside. I cling to him, my body still trembling with aftershocks as he slowly lowers me to the floor.

“Best covert operation ever?” I ask, my voice dreamy and sated.

He laughs, the sound warm and rich as he pulls me into his arms. “The best ever.”

I rest my head against his chest, his heartbeat a steady rhythm beneath my ear. For the first time in what feels like forever, I’m completely at peace, wrapped in the warmth of his embrace.

“We should probably get out of here before someone walks in,” I murmur, though I make no move to leave his arms.

“Probably,” he agrees, his hand stroking my hair. “But just a few more minutes.”

I smile, leaning into his touch. For now, everything is perfect, and I’m not ready to let it go just yet.

CHAPTER 16

KARC

"The girl was right." Pyke's hologram flickers above my desk. "We can't risk civilian casualties."

"Glad you agree. I was starting to think I'd gone soft."

"Speaking of soft..." Pyke's ridged face creases with concern. "This human female. Are you certain she's not compromising your judgment?"

My scales bristle. "Raven helped us avoid a potential disaster. And Giscard invited me to lunch today - could be my way to his inner circle."

"Just remember this isn't Horus IV or the Badlands. Your shoot-first-think-never approach won't work here."

"I've mellowed with age, Captain." I lean back, boots on the desk. "Now I shoot first, then think about it after."

"This isn't a joke, Karc." Pyke's image wavers as he leans forward. "The Grolgath have gone dark recently. We can't get any intel on their plans. Giscard is our only lead - don't screw this up."

"When have I ever let you down?"

"Should I list chronologically or alphabetically?"

I wave away his sarcasm. "That was centuries ago. I'm practically civilized now."

"Just be careful. And Karc?" Pyke's expression softens. "Watch yourself with the human girl. Jalshagar bonds are dangerous things."

The transmission ends before I can tell him he's wrong about Raven. But the empty ache in my chest when I think of her tells a different story.

I'm lost in thought the whole way to the restaurant. Giscard hasn't skimped that's for certain.

The waiter leads me to Giscard's private dining room at Bella Luna. Crystal chandeliers cast rainbow sparkles across white tablecloths and gleaming silverware.

"Kirk, my friend!" Giscard rises, clasping my hand. "The '82 Bordeaux is breathing. Please, sit."

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