Page 51 of Alien Wants A Wife

It’s me moaning, and it doesn’t come as a surprise when Roan tugs down my tank top and fumbles with the clip of my bra.

“Harlee,” he breathes my name. “So beautiful. So perfect.”

And it doesn’t occur to me for a second to contradict him.

Roan

Desperation and desire claw at my chest until I feel like I want to tear off my scales. As if my body cannot hold all of these delicious sensations inside. They are too many and too great. Instead, I tug artlessly at Harlee’s clothes, until she is bare from the waist up. I wish we were in my cottage, standing under a bright light, so I could see all the tiny details of her skin, but at least there is privacy here in the tree. Even if the walls are rough and the ground dirty. Even if Harlee deserves so much more than a forest floor.

She pushes against me, grinding her hips, and the sensation against my straining cock, confined within my sheath, is enough to drive me mad. I press against Harlee, forcing her to stumble back a step, catching her weight as she shifts her feet on theuneven ground, until she is leaning against the inside of the tree trunk. Then I bow my head and devour her breasts. Her skin is incredibly soft, finer than the most expensive cloth. I lick and nip my way across the upper arch of one breast, cupping the wonderful weight in my lower hands.

I think she is unlike Ril’os Females, who do not have such distinct curves or large breasts. But I barely give the differences consideration. She is my Harlee.

My first.

My only.

Perfection.

Chapter Nineteen

Harlee

Iarch my back, pressing into Roan’s hold. The contrast between the rough wood at my back and his amazingly smooth scales at my front has me appreciating the feeling of Roan all the more. I’m going wild for his touch. It’s as though my body has been craving this type of connection with someone for the last two years of loneliness—longer, maybe. Only, I haven’t realized how much I needed this until now. Until I’m being consumed by Roan.

The thought that I’ll be leaving Ril II, leaving Roan, is a stab of pain in my chest, and I instinctually tighten my hold on his neck. If I could think of some way for both of us to have everything we want—to be together, for Roan to stay on his farm, for me to not have been abducted… But it’s impossible. We quite literally come from two different worlds. And so I push the thought of our inevitable separation from my mind.

It’s a simple thing to do, for Roan’s exploration of my exposed skin with his fingers and lips and tongue demands my full attention. I swear his four hands are everywhere at once—holding me steady, massaging my breasts, lightly pinching my nipples, sending waves of desire and longing andhungerthrough my body, stronger than I’ve felt in a very, very long time.

I crave his touch, even as he presses close, leaving not a sliver of space between us.

I’m running my hand down his chest before I’ve fully realized what I’m daring to do. My fingers trace his scales lower and lower, to the bulge between his legs. He bucks wildly against my feather-light touch, and I grin, pleased with myself.

He’s half wild with need because of my kisses and my body.

Because ofme.

“How—” I begin to ask, but Roan must anticipate the end of my question because he slips one of his hands down to where mine is, directing me to where I should apply pressure to open his slit. His cock springs free, hot and red and weeping.

It isn’t covered in scales. Nevertheless, I’m instantly fascinated.

I sink to my knees, intending to get a closer view; it is rather dark in here, after all. And while my eyes have grown somewhat accustomed to the low lighting, I still can’t make out the finer details. But Roan shakes his head. He catches hold of my arms, keeping me from getting any lower.

“Can’t,” he bites out between clenched teeth. “About to blow.”

“Oh!” I suppress a giggle, and a fresh wave of pleasure and pride has me grinning.Because of me. I probably look like the Cheshire Cat from Alice in Wonderland. Way too pleased with myself.

One small step for humankind.

I’m going where no woman has gone before.

I tug his head down, drowning in our kiss. Barely drawing breath.

And then something wet hits my exposed stomach. It’s warmer than I’d been expecting, but not unpleasantly so.

Roan gasps against my mouth, and I take the opportunity to nip his bottom lip. Another gasp, another buck of his hips, one final pulse of his cock, trapped between our bodies.

I drop from my tip toes, peaking between us at the result.

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