Page 21 of Her Alien Matchmaker
He stalked forward, his face focused with determination.“I could sense the conflict inside you, the desperate war between right and wrong, your son’s life or a stranger’s.It became part of my mission to break through and force you to choose, and I had hoped you would remember the reason you wanted to become a doctor in the first place.”
I pushed myself onto the gray, silky comforter and patted the empty area beside me.“Come lay down, big boy.I want to show you how sorry I am.”
He wasted no time removing every stitch of clothing, and I had to take a moment to breathe, to ingrain the memory of his body—from the hard muscles of his shoulders to his obvious arousal—to the things that made him different from me, such as his horns, his height, and his beautiful coloring.Diving onto the bed, he rolled over and stretched out on his back.
After taking the ponytail out of my hair, I allowed the strands to brush his chest as I kissed his sternum, bringing my mouth down to his stomach, putting my lips to each scar and whispering, “I’m sorry.”
He stroked the top of my head.“I am not sorry.These scars helped me find you, find love, and I will always wear them proudly.”
At the mention of love, I hovered over his hips and glanced up at him.“I love you, Jetarin R’lyndegras.Thank you for showing me the way back, for giving me a purpose, and for helping me find somewhere to call home.”
His breathing stilled, and I wasn’t sure if it was because I’d said I loved him, or because I’d just taken him into my mouth.With a naughty smile, I curved my hand around his other member and began stroking him, eager to redeem myself and prove my love.
His groan drowned out the soft lo-fi music and he bucked his hips.
I worked him faster, sensing his buildup, and ready to devote the entire night to worshipping his body, but he grabbed my loose hair and firmly yanked.“Not yet.You are my mate, and I will not be pleasured before you.”In one smooth, lightning-fast move, he pulled me toward him and flipped me on my back, sliding my underwear down my thighs and to the floor.Next went the bra, and his mouth dived to my breasts.
Moaning, I urged him to go faster.He obliged, and my senses filled with his fresh scent, the taste of his tongue on mine, the rough pads of his fingers as they coaxed me to climax, and the smooth hardness as he entered me, his hoarse shout like a victory yell as he tumbled over the edge.
Several minutes later, nestled in the glow of our lovemaking, I sighed, reveling in the feeling of being safe and loved and fulfilled.
He and Aaron are my home, and we will fill our home with happiness, love, and acceptance.I’ll never stray from my morals again.
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If you love these tropes:
Forbidden Romance
Hidden Identity
Royalty
Morally gray love interest
Found Family
Love Triangle
Dog sidekick
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Enjoy the preview!
Chapter 1
Poor Little Tilly
“Well, if it isn’t the biggest piece of trash in town,” a high voice squeals.“Tilly Morgan.Ugh.”
“Those shoes,” another female, tone dripping disgust, chuckles.“Did you find them in a dumpster?”
Even over Breaking Benjamin’s “Evil Angel” playing in my ear, each hurtful word is a knife cutting into my chest.Gritting my teeth, I transfer a book from my locker to my backpack.With my spine to the girls, I bite my bottom lip.
One, two, three, four…
