Page 9 of Secretly Mated To My Monster Alien Boss
She shook her head. “What the hell am I saying? You’re my colleague. You’re my boss.”
“We’re friends, too,” Deryg said.
“Especially that. It’s that weird Deruzian love juice that’s making me…” She closed her eyes and shook her head.
The air turned electric.
Almost unconsciously, Deryg leaned his head down. Kiara gazed up at him, waiting. In that moment, Deryg forgot all about duty and responsibilities.
He could blame it on the f’tare. On Kiara’s magnetic personality. On her small, slender body, pressed against his.
He could blame it on the entire universe–but the action was his and his alone.
“Making you do what?” he whispered against her lips.
Her tongue darted out to wet them. “Tell you to kiss me.”
He didn’t need to hear it twice.
Deryg’s mouth claimed hers in a deep, searing kiss. As soon as their lips touched, he tasted perfection. This was right. This was everything he had been searching for.
His large hands glided over the soft fabric of her skirt, up to her waist. One flick of his wrist and he could raise the garment toreveal more of her delectable legs. He wrapped his arms around her middle, wanting to feel every curve.
As if sensing his thoughts, Kiara melted against him with a soft moan. Her nimble human fingers raced across his braid, tugging it at the ends. Deryg growled. He liked that she wasn’t hesitant. It was as if they’d done this countless times before and already knew what touches would ignite the other.
It was impossible, of course.
But Deryg couldn’t deny how her hands on him made him feel.
Alive.
Her fingers reached higher and higher, wrapping around his horns. Deryg threw his head back, lips tensing to reveal his fangs. That had felt otherworldly good.
Lost in passion, his face so angular, he must have looked menacing to a human. Not to Kiara, though. She tightened her grip on his horns, palms gliding up and down. A small smirk appeared on her red lips.
She was going to kill him–and she would enjoy it.
But Deryg could do the same. He wasted no time kissing the soft skin of her neck, tongue trailing down to her clavicle. Her blouse slipped off one shoulder, revealing another fabric that covered her breasts. Deryg had never seen anything like it–unlike other Deruzians, he hadn’t indulged in passionate liaisons with humans.
He shouldn’t have liked the contraption caging her chest, whatever it was–it had holes in it–but it made him even harder.
Kiara arched her back, giving him more access to her. It surprised Deryg, how she allowed herself to be so vulnerable around him. Deruzians only displayed their neck to those they truly trusted. But he would do the same for her without hesitation.
The world around them faded. Nothing else mattered right now apart from Kiara’s soft exhales. The way her body molded to his. How she tried to pull herself up by his horns.
Maybe she did want to climb him like a tree.
Who was he to deprive her of that pleasure?
His hand trailed down her waist, over her delectable curves, hooking on her right knee. Just as he was about to raise it, the comm strapped to his ear buzzed.
Deryg growled. Whoever was interrupting him could hang. He was tasting paradise right now.
This was his and Kiara’s moment. He wanted to savor–
The comm buzzed again. This time, Kiara heard it.
With a startled yelp, she pulled back, breathing heavily.
