Page 28 of Her Alien Beast
Chapter 17
VLANN
I holdAmira’s wrists together in one hand as I guide my cock to her pussy with the other. I’m sweltering with need, and I must be inside her now. She’s so tiny and beautiful, with her face flushed and her lips swollen from my kisses. She’s also mine. After this mating session, she’s going to be mine forever.
I’ve decided I won’t hold anything back. I’ll follow every instinct, even those that might bring her fear. I’ve had time to consider why a bond never formed between us during any of the other times I claimed her, and I think I’m starting to understand it. It’s because I held back, because I didn’t follow my deepest, darkest desires.
When I feel like growling, I let loose a roar that makes the walls shake. And when I feel like plunging rapidly into Amira’s entrance, I do that too, over and over again while I hold her down, my pretty human mate. She stares up at me, her eyes wide at first. She looks scared, and maybe she ought to be frightened. I might hurt her, but if I do, it’s going to be necessary. I won’t risk losing her. Not again.
The sound of flesh slapping flesh fills the room, and still I pound into her faster. And I keep growling, loud as a forest beast, emitting fierce sounds I never realized I was capable of making.
I release Amira’s wrists and force her legs higher and wider apart, allowing for deeper thrusts. She cries out and grasps at the covers, as if she needs to hold onto something. There are tear tracks on her face from when I spanked her, and I lean down to lick them and taste her tears. My cock swells larger inside her and she cries out again, this time undulating underneath me as her eyes flutter shut and she comes hard. I feel her sex clamping down around my length.
The urge to bite her and taste her blood hits me, just as I expected it would. But I don’t push it away. I don’t even try. I drag my teeth along her shoulder for a moment before biting down, just hard enough to draw blood, and deep enough that she’ll wear the scar of my bite upon her flesh for all time.
She screams and tries to push me off her, and I pause thrusting within her tight depths and move to cup her face. She gives me a panicked look and I make soothing noises, trying to calm her. It’s all right. Now that I’ve bitten her this once, I don’t feel like doing it again. At least not at this very moment.
“Hush, my little human. Hush. I won’t bite you again. I promise.” I return my attention to her shoulder and I lick up her blood, savoring the metallic taste. To my shock, the wound starts to heal before my very eyes. I withdraw slightly and stare at it. I hear her surprised gasp and realize she must have noticed the change too.
“It doesn’t hurt anymore,” she says, “and I feel different.”
In moments, the wound is healed, though there is a slight scar. I like the look of the scar. It means I’ve marked her as mine.
Mine.
I stare into her eyes and she stares back. It feels as though the temperature in the room is increasing substantially. The air around us is glowing, too. Then I feel it, a physical force inside me, a deep bottomless pull, that’s binding me to the little human. I know she feels it just as I do, because a look of wonder spreads over her face and she clutches my waist harder. Heated vibrations run from me to Amira, and from her to me, back and forth until we’re both left shaking and grasping onto one another. It’s a transcendent experience.
The shaking stops and warmth fills me for my sweet mate, a warmth unlike anything I’ve ever known, it’s a bright white sensation that blocks out all darkness. It means Amira is finally mine. In the eyes of my people. I’ve claimed her in the Kaxxloran fashion.
When the glowing in the room fades, and the temperature drops somewhat, I start moving inside her again, though my thrusts are slow and gentle. The time for roughness is over. I’ve claimed and I’ve conquered and I’ve made the human mine.
I erupt into her depths with a growl.
“You’re mine forever now, little human,” I say, as I hold her a short while later, stroking her hair and hugging her close. “By the laws of my people, you’re my mate.”
She touches my face. “And you’re my mate, Vlann. I feel the bond between us, too. It’s incredible. I never thought I could feel such warmth, such love.” Tears brim in her eyes and when one trickles down her cheek, I kiss it away. “You, um, could’ve warned me about the biting, you know,” she says in a slightly humorous tone. “Had you told me what it would lead to, I wouldn’t have protested.”
“I apologize for not giving you a warning, my little mate,” I say, holding her face in my hands, stroking her cheeks with my thumbs as I stare into her bottomless dark depths. “I had decided I would follow all my instincts as I claimed you this time, in the hopes that it would cause a bond to form between us, though I wasn’t entirely certain a bond would form. As you know, I wasn’t raised by my own people, nor was I taught our customs, let alone our mating practices. I am glad for the bond.”
My blood heats anew the longer I hold her, and I soon turn her onto her hands and knees to claim her from behind. Again, I follow my instincts. I pound into her hard, but I also intersperse the roughness with soft kisses and gentle caresses. This time, the urge to bite her doesn’t rise, and I wonder if it was a one-time event, that particular desire completely satisfied now that she truly belongs to me.
I claim her over and over throughout the day, leaving her breathless from release after release. As the sun sets, I peer down at her, her dark locks mussed and spread haphazardly upon the pillows, my heart brimming with warmth for my new mate. My sweet little human.
“I love you, Amira,” I say.
“And I love you, Vlann.”
