Page 52 of Cursed Alien

He reached between their bodies and found her clit, swollen and sensitive, and stroked gently as he continued to lick and tease the mark. Her body quivered, her hands tightening on his shoulders. She was close, he realized, and he stroked harder, faster, until she came in a rush, her body milking his cock and triggering a second orgasm in him. More of his seed spilled inside her as he groaned and buried his face in her neck, completely overcome by the intensity of their union.

Their bodies were still locked together, but she managed to raise herself up and look down at him.

“Is it going to be like this every time?” she asked.

“Perhaps.” The thought pleased him.

“But how do you do anything?”

“I’m sure the knot subsides eventually.” He shrugged. “Or we learn to do more things while we are joined together.”

The idea intrigued him and his knot swelled again, making her gasp and arch her back. His hands came up to cradle her breasts as she rode him and when his teeth found the mark again, they climaxed together.

When it was finally over, she collapsed against his chest and he wrapped his arms around her, holding her close as he felt his cock finally slip free. Their combined fluids trickled down her leg as she snuggled into his arms.

“That was incredible,” she said, yawning.

“It was. But we must return.”

“I know. But I’m so comfortable.” She looked up, and he saw the worry in her eyes. “Do you think Seren will really accept our bond?”

“I will make sure of it,” he said firmly. “But first, I should make sure you are clean.”

His hand dipped between her legs, and she gasped.

“Malrik, if you start that again…”

“I know.” He tried to sound regretful, but his heart sang with her pleasure. “But I cannot leave my mate in this condition.”

He dipped his pants in the nearby stream, then washed her gently, ignoring the demands of his cock. But when he finished and rose to his feet, he couldn’t resist teasing her, stalking towards her as she backed up, laughing, against the tree.

“Enough, my beast,” she said firmly, putting her hand on his chest.

Her nipples were taut and rosy from his attentions and he longed to lick them again, to feel her shiver with desire against him, but the words died in his throat as a familiar scent came to him. Seren.

He grabbed her coveralls, helping her into them as she laughed at his urgency.

“The Vultor are coming,” he warned and her eyes widened in panic as she tugged frantically at her clothing while he dragged the wet pants up over his still hard cock.

CHAPTER24

Malrik and Bella hurried back to the cottage, then took up a position just outside the garden gate. His beast prowled restlessly, unhappy with the possibility of a confrontation, but Bella remained close, her hand occasionally brushing his, each touch an anchor that kept his beast from taking control.

He sensed them before he saw them. The subtle shift in the air, the scent of other Vultor. His beast stirred, hackles rising at the territorial intrusion, but his rational mind kept control. This meeting had to happen.

“They’re here,” he murmured.

She squeezed his hand. “You can do this.”

He nodded, his eyes fixed on the tree line.

Seren was the first to appear. The alpha stepped into the clearing with the confident stride of one accustomed to command. His silver-streaked hair was pulled back, his expression as calm and controlled as always, but there was something different about him. He seemed… at peace in a way that Malrik suddenly recognized. His suspicions were confirmed as the other male approached and he caught the difference in his scent.

“You have taken a mate,” he burst out, unable to hide his shock. Seren was long past the age when most Vultor found a mate although, unlike Malrik, the curse of the unmated had never affected him.

Seren calmly inclined his head but couldn’t hide the smile that curved his lips.

“I have.” The alpha looked from Malrik to Bella, his eyes dropping to the mating mark. “It appears I am not the only one.”

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