Page 18 of Taken By the Alien Siren King

He eased me back onto the bed, covering my body with his. The weight of him pressed me into the mattress, his cock hot and hard against my inner thigh. My breath caught at the intimacy of it, being surrounded by him, his scent, his heat. No more negotiating, no more questions. Just this moment where everything else fell away except the need burning between us.

“Tell me you want this,” he demanded, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. “Tell me you feel it.”

“I want this,” I breathed against his mouth. “I want you.”

He pushed forward slowly, the stretch exquisite as he filled me inch by inch. The ridges along his length dragged against my inner walls in a way that made stars burst behind my eyelids. My hands roamed his shoulders, his back, seeking purchase, and found the ridge of scales running down his spine. They were smoother than I expected, almost silky, with the faintest hint of warmth.

Curious, I ran my fingers along them, tracing their pattern.

Lairos froze above me, a strangled sound escaping his throat. His entire body tensed, muscles coiling tight beneath my hands.

This time, his groan turned to a shudder that shook him from head to toe. His eyes met mine, incredulity mingling with raw hunger. “You don’t even know what you do to me, do you?”

Before I could respond, his hips pulled back, dragging his cock nearly all the way out, then slammed back into me. My hips bucked, struggling to meet him, as every nerve in my body lit up at the sensation.

“Do you feel it now?” he asked, his voice rough with restraint. “Tell me what you feel with me inside you.”

My answer devolved into a keening cry as he pulled back and drove into me again. Harder. Deeper. I could feel my orgasm building, like a kettle reaching its boiling point, seconds from bursting.

“Full.” Words failed me as my fingernails dug into his shoulders. I needed something to hold onto as pleasure threatened to sweep me away. Something solid and real to anchor me against this rising tide of feeling. “So fucking full of you I can’t think straight.”

With a curse, he claimed my mouth, swallowing my cries as his strokes lengthened, deepened. Pinned beneath his weight, his cock filling me perfectly. One hand slipped between us to circle my clit, adding a new layer of sensation that had me arching off the bed.

“That’s it,” he encouraged, his voice dropping to that growl that seemed to vibrate through my very bones. “Let me hear you.”

I couldn’t have held back if I tried. Each thrust pulled sounds from me I’d never made before—desperate, needy sounds that should have embarrassed me but only seemed to drive him wild.

“Do you feel it?” he panted, his rhythm faltering slightly as his own control slipped. “Tell me, Emme. Tell me what you feel now.”

“You.” I managed the word on a ragged gasp. “Like I’m underwater, and you’re the only air for miles.”

Something flashed across his face—triumph, tenderness, relief—before his head dropped to my throat, teeth grazing thesensitive spot where my pulse hammered against my skin. His fingers never stopped their rhythmic assault, driving me higher and higher toward a peak I could feel building at the base of my spine.

“Let go,” he growled against my neck, the vibration of his voice sending new shivers through me. “Let yourself drown.”

His mouth crashed down on mine, swallowing my cries as the pressure inside me finally broke. Pleasure raced through me in white-hot waves as my pussy clenched around his length, drawing him deeper with every stroke. Distantly, I heard him groan as his movements grew jerky, uneven. Then, with a final, hard thrust, he buried himself inside me, spilling his release into my still-shaking core.

We collapsed together, both fighting to catch our breath. Lairos pulled me against his chest, his fingers tracing idle patterns on my damp skin.

“Fuck,” he muttered, resting his forehead against mine. “Never doubt it, Emme. You are everything to me.”

His words should have terrified me. Should have sent me running from the intensity of what just happened between us. Instead, I found myself curling closer, memorizing the steady thrum of his heartbeat against my cheek. For once in my life, I didn’t need to understand everything. Didn’t need to analyze or measure or quantify.

I just needed this. Him.

And if giving myself to him meant saving everyone aboard the Legacy... well, that wasn’t really a sacrifice at all.

CHAPTER SEVEN

EMME

Heat traced down my spine, pulling me from the depths of sleep. Warm lips pressed against my shoulder blade, moving with great deliberation down each vertebra. I stirred, not quite awake, but my body responding with a languid stretch that pressed me further into the touch.

“Mmm,” I murmured, caught in that perfect space between dreams and consciousness where everything felt heightened. “What time is it?”

“Early,” Lairos whispered against my skin. His fingers continued their journey down my spine, pressing into spots that had me gasping.

“Don’t stop,” I mumbled into the pillow, still half-asleep.

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