Page 60 of Cursed Alien

She ran with purpose, following a familiar path through the trees. She wasn’t truly trying to escape—they both knew that—but the chase itself was part of the game. She ducked under low branches and vaulted over fallen logs, her heart pounding with exhilaration rather than fear.

She could hear him gaining on her, his massive body moving with surprising stealth through the underbrush. Only the occasional snap of a twig or rustle of leaves betrayed his position. He was toying with her, letting her maintain the illusion of escape while steadily closing the distance between them.

She burst into a small clearing, a secluded spot carpeted with soft moss and dappled with late afternoon sunlight. She had barely taken three steps into the open space when a massive form crashed through the trees behind her.

She whirled around, breathless and laughing, to face her pursuer. He stood at the edge of the clearing, fully transformed into his beast form. Eight feet of rippling muscle and dark silver fur, eyes glowing with primal hunger, claws extended and fangs bared in what might have once seemed a terrifying snarl.

To her, it was a smile.

“Caught you,” he rumbled, his voice deeper and rougher in this form.

“So you have,” she agreed, making no move to run further. “What will you do with me now, beast?”

He stalked toward her, each step deliberate, his gaze never leaving hers. When he reached her, one massive paw-like hand came up to cradle her face with his usual gentleness.

“Mine,” he growled, the word both possession and promise.

“Yours,” she agreed, reaching up to tangle her fingers in the thick fur of his chest.

His kiss was hungry, demanding, the beast’s passion untempered by Vultor restraint.

She clung to him, returning his fervor measure for measure, her hands sliding up his chest to wrap around his neck. He scooped her up as if she weighed nothing, lifting her so they were eye to eye.

“I want you,” she murmured against his lips. “I need you.”

He made a rumbling noise of agreement, his claws shredding her clothing with careless strength. The cool forest air caressed her bare skin, quickly replaced by the heat of his body pressing against hers.

He carried her to a soft patch of moss beneath a towering tree, laying her down with a tenderness at odds with his fearsome appearance. He settled beside her, his massive frame dwarfing hers, but she felt no fear. This was her beast, her mate.

He explored her with all his senses, burying his nose against her neck to breathe in her scent, then flicking out his tongue, longer and rougher now, to taste her skin, teasing her mating mark and sending shivers of pleasure down her spine. He trailed that rough, wet heat over her collarbone, down between her breasts to the curve of her stomach.

She tangled her fingers in the thick mane of fur around his head, urging him lower. He growled softly, his breath hot against her thigh as he pressed his mouth to her core. The first lap of his tongue tore a cry from her throat, the sensation intense and overwhelming. He continued his ministrations, each stroke sending bolts of pleasure through her body.

“Malrik…” She gasped his name, arching into his touch. “Please, I need you inside me.”

He growled and flipped her over onto her hands and knees, claws dragging lightly down her sides. The feel of his massive chest covering her back, the heat of his breath against her neck, made her moan in anticipation.

She could feel his cock, hard and ready, pressing against her thigh as he positioned himself behind her. With one powerful thrust, he buried himself deep within her, filling and stretching her to her limits. She cried out at the sudden intensity, pain and pleasure mingling in a heady rush.

He held still for a moment, giving her time to adjust to his size. Then he began to move, his hips rolling in a primal rhythm, each stroke hitting a spot deep inside that had her seeing stars. His massive body surrounded hers, protective and possessive all at once.

He leaned closer, his fangs grazing her mating mark as he drove into her again and again. The growls rumbling from his chest vibrated through her, heightening the sensations coursing through her body.

She could feel the pressure building within her, a wave of ecstasy cresting higher with each of his powerful thrusts. She pushed back against him, urging him on.

“Mine,” he growled against her skin. “My mate. My Bella.”

“Yours,” she gasped. “Always.”

With a roar, he slammed into her one final time, throwing them both over the edge into a blinding climax.

The sun had dipped lowin the sky when Bella woke, still curled against Malrik’s side in the forest clearing. He was back in his Vultor form, though patches of fur lingered on his shoulders and arms.

She stretched, feeling pleasantly sore and languid, the aftereffects of their lovemaking still humming in her body.

He watched her, his yellow eyes hooded and content. “Mm, you look thoroughly pleasured, my Bella.”

“I am,” she said, smiling lazily. “Though I fear we’ll have to find our way back to the keep without clothes. You’ve ruined mine.”

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