Page 32 of Pursued By the Dragon Alien

Lilas sucked in a breath but didn’t pull away. “I want to be yours.”

Fekkingstars. Razion clenched his jaw. A battle raged inside him—one that he was losing with every passing second. But this wasn’t just about him, about how badly he wanted to feel every curve of her body pressed against his. It was about her. About whether she truly understood what she was inviting.

“I need you to be sure, Lilas,” he rasped, his forehead tipping down to press lightly against hers.

Her fingers moved up his arm, slow and deliberate, curling around his bicep. When she spoke, her voice was soft but steadfast. “I’m sure.”

That was it. That was all he needed.

Razion didn’t wait another second. He touched his communicator and snapped out an order to Krask to depart and head for a quiet sector of space, then shut off the device. He turned, still gripping her wrist, and pulled her toward the corridor. Toward his quarters.

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Lilas

Lilas couldn’t breathe. Or maybe she was breathing too fast—shallow, uneven. All she knew was that Razion’s touch on her hand sent heat curling through her veins, a slow burn that had nothing to do with fear and everything to do with something far more dangerous. This had been a long time coming. Hearing his story, learning how he’d become the male he was and hearing the vulnerability in his voice as he told it, had unraveled her. So he’d waited to tell her about the location of her friends. She forgave him for that. He’d told her freely and accepted her anger.

And he cared for her. He trusted her.

He was watching her now, searching her face like he was looking for hesitation. He would give her a way out if she wanted one.

She didn’t.

Razion pulled her right down the corridor, across the quiet hum of the ship, until they reached his quarters. The moment the door slid shut behind them, sealing them away from the restof the universe, the air between them shifted, crackling with the weight of everything unspoken.

For a heartbeat, they just stared at each other; the only sounds were their slightly ragged breaths and the distant growl of the ship’s thrusters as they departed the trade station.

Then Razion moved. He was on her in an instant, his hands bracketing her waist, his wings flaring as he backed her against the nearest wall. His body was so much larger than hers. Heat radiated off him like a living furnace.

“Tell me to stop,” he rasped. His forehead almost touched hers, his breath hot against her lips. “Tell me now, and I swear I will.”

Lilas swallowed hard, her pulse a drumbeat in her ears. “I won’t.”

Razion made a low sound in the back of his throat, something between relief and something else—something raw and hungry. His hands flexed against her waist, his thumbs brushing beneath the hem of her shirt, teasing against bare skin.

Lilas shivered. Not from cold, but from the sheer intensity of him.

“I’ve wanted this,” he admitted in a rough whisper. “From the moment I pulled you out of that bastard’s ship.”

Lilas sucked in a sharp breath, her fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. “Stop talking,” she whispered. “Show me.”

A growl rumbled low in Razion’s chest a moment before his mouth claimed hers.

The kiss wasn’t gentle. It was heat and hunger, teeth and tongue, nothing tentative or uncertain. Razion kissed her like he was starving for the taste of her, like he had been holding back all this time and now that he had finally let go, he couldn’t get enough.

Lilas kissed him back with equal fervor. Her hands slid up his arms, testing the smooth texture of his gold scales, whichgleamed dark in the dim light. Her fingers tangled in the fabric of his vest. The hard planes of his muscles jumped beneath her touch. The shift of his wings brought a soft breeze as they moved restlessly against his back.

Razion’s hands left her waist only to slide up her arms. His fingers traced the line of her shoulders, her neck, leaving tingles in their wake, before burying in her hair. He tilted her head back, deepening the kiss even further. She was lost in the sensation of him—the heat of his body, the scent of his skin, the possessive grip of his hands.

Lilas’ knees wobbled, but Razion was there, holding her up, pressing her back against the wall. His hips pinned her in place. The hard length of his arousal jutted even through the layers of their clothes. The sensation of it sent a jolt of heat straight to her core, making her ache with a need she had never felt before. None of this was a mystery. Terian females were taught all about the male body and what it did to a female during the mating process. Although none of the lessons she and her friends had sat through had included what to do when one actuallydesiredtheir mate. No, Terian females were taught endurance, not pleasure.

So this… This was everything—new, intense, overwhelming, andextremelypleasurable.

Razion’s mouth left hers to trail hot, open-mouthed kisses along her jaw, down the side of her neck. His teeth grazed her skin, just this side of too much, before he soothed the sting with a swipe of his tongue.

Lilas let out a low moan. Her fingers gripped his shoulders as she arched into his touch. She could feel the smooth texture of his scales against her palms and the solid strength of him surrounding her, overwhelming her senses.

Razion’s hands moved to the hem of her shirt, pulling it up, breaking their kiss just long enough to strip it off her. Hisgaze raked over her, dark and glittering with desire. “You’re sofekkingbeautiful.”

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