Page 64 of The Alien Warlord's Fated Mate

The memory rose within him, dragging heat along with it, and his body hardened. This frail littleklikastanding with her friends, her midnight blue eyes wide as she stared warily at him. His gaze had passed over her the first time, then flicked back as if drawn by a magnet. The mating instinct had roared to life within him and, like a good mate, the best mate he could have wished for, his sweet human had fled, inviting him to chase her.

Pleasure rumbled in his chest. “How could I not, mate? That moment is burned forever into my mind.”

“You terrified me,” she murmured. “This huge, outrageously attractive male snarling at me like he wanted to gobble me up.”

“You find me attractive?”

Humor bled into her expression. She bit her lower lip, taming her humor, and patted the bed. “On your back.”

He narrowed his eyes at her. “What game is this, mate?”

“My game. The forgiveness game.”

“Very well.” He lowered himself onto the bed and rolled on his back, surprised when she straddled his abdomen, settling her hot core directly against his skin. “What would you have me do?”

“Whatever I wish.”

“You turn my words against me?”

“Is that really what you think I’m doing?”

No. Such malice did not exist within her. Still, he wondered.

She placed her palms flat against his abdomen and rubbed them upward, exploring the curves and slabs of muscles it had taken him years to build and hone. “Hands behind your head, mate.”

Dutifully, he tucked his hands safely away, where they could not hinder her exploration. “Better?”

“You have no idea. Wow. Your biceps really are as big as my thighs.”

He flexed them, grinning widely when lust glazed her expression. “The better to protect my mate.”

“Yeah,” she sighed softly. “Yeah. Ok, um. Roll your head to the side.”

He knew which way without her having to ask. As soon as he had complied, she scooted forward and placed her teeth against the faint mark she had previously bitten into his throat. Leaned back, measured the distance critically, and tried again. Her teeth hit the original mark that second time and dug in hard, piercing the skin with a bruising pleasure-pain. Heat shot through him, and he arched his hips off the bed, nearly unseating her.

“Easy there, beloved,” she murmured against his throat, then her tongue rasped across the mark and another wave of heat washed over him.

His eyelids slid shut of their own accord and he moaned her name.

“Again?” she said.

“Anything you desire. I give myself unto you.”

Her laughter hummed against his skin. “Oh, I like the sound of that.”

She explored him as he preferred exploring her, slowly, with her lips and fingers and tongue. Her tiny claws raked against his skin, teasing him to the point of madness. He wanted to grasp her hips and push her down against his hard length, to roll her over and bury himself so deep inside her she forgot she had not always been his.

“You’re so beautiful,” she whispered, such delicate awe in her voice, he could scarcely restrain himself.

No. He would not yield to such temptation. He clasped his hands together beneath his head, forcibly leashing himself, though he ached to touch her in return. This was Mia’s game. Let her play it as she would.

Her tongue trailed down the center of his abdomen, then flicked along the tip of his cock.

His hips rolled up, ignoring his command, and her name burst from his mouth on a low moan. “Take care,pjora-la. You play with fire.”

Without another word, she sucked his cock into her mouth, taking as much of him as she could.

A helpless jumble of words fell from his lips, nearly shorting the translator, to her whispered amusement. Up and down her mouth slid, alternately sucking him deep and popping him out, again and again until he could no longer still his hips. His fingers went numb from his tight grip on himself and his muscles strained toward her.

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