Page 28 of Taken By the Alien Siren King

His brow furrowed. “Processing?”

I laughed, the sound breathy and a little hysterical. “I’m queen of an alien species on a water world. Give me a minute to wrap my head around that.”

Lairos’s eyes softened. He reached up, gently removing the crown from my head and setting it aside. His own followed a moment later. “You’re not just their queen,” he said, cupping my face in his hands. “You’re my mate. My partner. The other half of my soul.”

The sincerity in his voice made my chest ache. How had I gotten so lucky? To find not just a safe haven for my people, but a home for myself?

I pushed up on my toes, pressing my lips to his. The kiss started soft, almost chaste, but quickly deepened as hours of pent-up desire and relief crashed over us. His tongue swept into my mouth, claiming and conquering. I met him stroke for stroke, my hands fisting in the linen at his waist.

Lairos growled, the sound vibrating through his chest and into mine. His hands slid down my sides, leaving trails of heat in their wake. His hands slid down my back, tracing the curve ofmy spine where his own scales would be. The touch sent shivers across my skin.

“Lairos,” I whispered against his mouth. “Please.”

He groaned, burying his face in the crook of my neck. “Say it again.”

I tangled my fingers in his hair, tugging until he looked up at me. “Lairos,” I repeated, putting every ounce of need and want and love into those two syllables.

That was all it took. Lairos surged forward, his mouth capturing mine in a kiss that stole my breath. His hands made quick work of the knot holding my dress closed, unwrapping the linen with practiced ease until I stood naked before him. The cool air of the chamber raised goosebumps on my skin, but they didn’t last long as Lairos pressed his body against mine, all heat and hard muscle.

He walked me backward until my legs hit the edge of our massive bed. Instead of letting me fall, he lifted me easily, hands gripping my thighs as he laid me down on the silk sheets. The material whispered against my bare skin as Lairos followed, covering my body with his.

“Do you have any idea,” he said, lips trailing down my neck, “how beautiful you looked today? Standing there in front of my people, claiming your place at my side?”

His teeth grazed my pulse point, and I arched into him, desperate for more contact. This was the predator beneath the irreverent facade. The warrior king who’d fought his way to the throne twice. And right now, all that focus, all that intensity, was directed at me.

“Show me,” I challenged.

His mouth continued its journey downward, pausing to lavish attention on my breasts. The first touch of his tongue against my nipple had me gasping, fingers tangling in his hairto hold him there. He took his time, alternating between gentle licks and firm suction until I was writhing beneath him.

“Lairos,” I moaned, tugging at his hair. “Please.”

“Please what?” he asked, lifting his head to meet my gaze. His eyes glittered with wicked intent. “Tell me what you need, my queen.”

The title sent a fresh wave of heat through me. I’d never thought of myself as someone who’d get off on power dynamics, but there was something about the way he said it—with such reverence and pride—that drove me wild.

“Your mouth,” I managed, past the tightness in my throat. “I need your mouth on me.”

He chuckled, the sound dark and promising. “As my queen commands.”

Lairos kissed his way down my stomach, lingering at the places he knew were ticklish, drawing out breathless laughter mixed with moans of anticipation. Finally, he settled between my thighs, hooking his arms under my legs to spread me wide.

“Fuck, you smell amazing,” he muttered, his breath fanning over my slick flesh.

I whined, lifting my hips in wordless encouragement. Lairos growled, then lowered his head, licking a hot stripe up my center. The first touch of his tongue nearly bucked me off the bed. Strong hands pinned my hips to the mattress as he set to work, licking and sucking with single-minded focus.

“What do you feel?” he asked, echoing the question that had become our ritual.

“Heat,” I panted, struggling to put words together as sensation overwhelmed me. “And... and pressure. Like a knot coiling tighter and tighter.”

He hummed in approval, the vibration making me gasp. “Keep going.”

”Powerful. Wanted.” I guided his hand to my breast, arching into his touch. “Desperate.”

He slid two fingers inside me, curling them upward in the way he knew made me see stars. “Come for me, Emme. Come on my tongue and my fingers like the fucking queen you are.”

Those words combined with another swipe of his tongue sent me plummeting over the edge. Pleasure roared through me, obliterating every thought except the need for more, more,more. Lairos stayed with me the entire time, drinking in every moan, every whimper, until finally, the waves began to ebb.

He rose up, kneeling between my spread legs. His hands made quick work of his own clothing, unwrapping the linen from his hips to reveal his cock, hard and ready. The sight of him never failed to make my mouth water—all lean muscle and tan skin, the red-gold scales running down his spine catching the lamplight.

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