Page 23 of Secretly Mated To My Monster Alien Boss
When the Xirian gift came for her, he thought of every excuse to be the one to deliver it to her. He hadn’t needed any of those excuses, since nobody in his team questioned his decision, but Deryg was prepared.
This beautiful thing between him and Kiara was still new. Fresh. Fragile.
He didn’t want to invite the rest of the world into their own little universe just yet. He was selfish. He wanted to enjoy Kiara for himself just a bit more. And then, if the Nines were kind to him and Kiara wanted to pursue their relationship, he would roar his triumph from the mountaintops. So that everyone would know his happiness. That Kiara washis.
But she wasn’t his yet, and Deryg didn’t want to rush her.
To keep from reaching out to her last night, like his ancient instincts had roared, he had done his research. For Deruzians, relationships were easy. You wanted to mate with someone forever? You signed a contract. You simply wanted physical company? Everyone involved knew it was a passing contact. And if the Nines truly blessed you…then, and only then, would you find your fated mate.
On Earth, things were difficult. And slower. And longer.
For Kiara, he would have patience for their relationship to bloom at a human’s pace.
Not when it came to kissing her, though–and she didn’t seem to mind one bit.
His hands wound in soft hair, reveling in the soft strands as his mouth devoured hers. His fangs had descended, begging to pierce her lower lip and feel her blood on his tongue. Deryg shoved that thought away as soon as it surfaced. He planned on taking things slow, not performing a mating ritual with Kiara right here in her office.
Perhaps the intensity of his desire for her should have scared him. But it didn’t.
All Deryg could focus on was how her body pressed against his. How her small human tongue danced around his, enticing him even further. Her soft exhales against his cheek spurred him on.
He wanted those small puffs to turn into moans.
“One more minute?” he rumbled against her lips, before capturing them again. Every second he wasted talking was a second he wasn’t kissing her. Deryg was having none of that.
“Make it two,” she mumbled just as fast. “But then we really need to leave.”
The wonderful things he could do to her in two minutes. She was like a magnet. No, a star. She was the blazing star and he was a lowly planet, orbiting around her.
He wanted to fulfill her every desire, even the ones she didn’t know she had.
Deryg didn’t know if he pushed her or if Kiara pulled him, but she somehow ended up perched on her desk, legs open so he could nestle between them. Deryg fought the urge to throw the Xirian calendar to the floor to make more room. Her office was too small; she deserved a promotion after this party.
Right now, she deserved all of his attention and caresses.
Not stopping the maddening kiss, his hands traveled lower down her body, delighting in every soft curve. He was jealous of the fabric of her dress, for being able to touch so much of her skin so freely.
It took all his willpower not to linger on her breasts; if he cupped them fully, as every cell in his body roared at him to do, he would spend the entire night simply admiring them.
But he couldn’t fight the urge to caress the soft skin peeking from underneath her skirt. Just a touch. For just one moment. Their two minutes were almost up.
“Yes,” Kiara moaned. Nines, Deryg wanted to hear that sound for all eternity.
“One more minute,” he said, already knowing it wouldn’t be enough.
His right palm trailed up her leg. The closer to her center he got, the warmer she felt. She really was a star, incandescent and burning.
She moaned again, her head falling backward, exposing more of her delectable neck.
Deryg wasted no time in tasting the soft skin, nibbling up to her earlobe. His long, narrow tongue coiled around it, eliciting another moan, even as his palm trailed further up. He was so close to her center, to her amazing heat, he would internally combust, he was sure of it.
“Don’t stop,” she whimpered. “Just one touch.”
He couldn’t deny her anything, especially this.
As he gently cupped her center, his groan of approval melted with her whimper. She was hotter than he’d realized. Than he could have ever imagined.
His fingers explored her soft flesh through the flimsy fabric of herunder-wear, gaze focused on her face, drinking in every parting of her lips, every flutter of her eyelids. There was a redness taking over her cheeks, traveling down her neck.
