Page 17 of Her Alien Beast
Chapter 10
VLANN
The morning ishumid but not unbearable as I guide Amira through the forest, toward the clearing I promise her is coming up soon. It is a long walk from my residence, but I know the path through the trees well. To my amusement, Amira gasps and jumps when a huge wild canine suddenly cuts across the path a few feet ahead.
“I thought you went hiking all the time?” I ask, chuckling. “Are there no animals on your mountain?”
She shoots me a fierce glare and punches my arm playfully. When I aim a mock angry look her way in return, she blushes deeply and my desire for her stirs, my balls drawing up tight and my cock hardening in my pants. Last night has changed everything between us, or so I imagine. Even though an actual mating bond didn’t form between us yesterday when I claimed the human, I still feel closer to Amira.Mine, I think.My female.
I try not to think about the fact that she’s supposed to return home to her family in a few rotations. I can’t fathom letting her go. Rage fills me at the thought, but I remind myself that we come from different cultures. She’s part of the human settlement on Marryyn, while I’m an outsider, raised by the Marryyns but different even from them due to both my appearance and my natural instincts, the sort of animal instincts which had propelled me into claiming Amira three times last night and twice already this morning.
Marryyns only have sex for procreation, a tenet with which I cannot agree or even attempt to follow, despite Amira being my first.
What’s happening between us is not for the sake of procreation, though the idea of her carrying my child isn’t unappealing in the least, but when I claim the little human it’s because I desire her beyond all measure, my passion a burning physical thing inside me that’s aching for release.
It had taken all my self-control not to bite her and draw blood, however, despite my instincts screaming for me to do so as I pounded into her tight, welcoming pussy. But I didn’t want to hurt Amira needlessly or frighten her, so I had managed to tamp this particular desire down.
“So does this lake have a name?” she asks when she finally catches sight of the large body of water surrounded by rocks and lush vegetation with patches of shimmering orange flowers. An old, magnificent falling star tree stands across the lake, its soft green branches cascading to the ground. It’s my favorite place on the mountain.
I shrug and lace my fingers through hers, reveling in the feel of her silky-smooth hands, hands that are so much tinier than mine. Everything about Amira is tiny and delicate. I must protect her always.
“I call it Lizard Lake.” At her surprised look, I explain, “The first time I ventured upon this lake, it was filled with giant blue lizards, though I rarely see them anymore. They seem to have migrated elsewhere. I believe my scent has driven them away, as my residence is too close to the lake and the blue lizards don’t like to live anywhere near civilization. That’s why sightings of them are so rare.”
“I’ve seen exactly two giant lizards on the La’tkk Mountains,” she replies with a shudder. “One hissed at me and started charging me, but it didn’t actually attack me, thank God. The other one looked at me and then immediately ran in the opposite direction. I do not like lizards. I’d much rather run into a bear or a wildcat, though I’ve seen neither of those on the La’tkk Mountains.”
“There are bears and wildcats here,” I tell her, wanting her to understand the importance of following my orders. She’s lucky she didn’t run into a predator during yesterday’s escape attempt.
We walk around the lake once before finding a soft patch of earth under the falling star tree. I wrap an arm around her and to my delight, she rests her head against my chest, as if trying to hear the beating of my heart. Right now, it’s beating for her.
“Amira?”
“Yes,sir?” she asks playfully, wrapping both arms around me to snuggle closer. Her hair smells like perfume, her skin like nectar. I want to lick her all over. And I still, despite myself, want to bite her.
“Is your bottom still sore?” I ask, lifting an eyebrow at her.
She tenses in my arms, and I know the unexpected question is causing her embarrassment. “Um, well, yes. Trust me, Mr. D’Zorr, I learned my lesson. It still hurts.” She sits up and our gazes lock. “But I’m glad you did it.”
Something inside me gives at this moment, and a rapid flood of warmth for this woman fills my heart to the point of bursting. “Why Amira? Why are you glad I did it?” Other females on this planet would call me a barbarian, and perhaps I am one, but the urge to discipline her rests side by side with my growing possessiveness for her. It’s another Kaxxloran trait, I think, though I can’t be certain. I want to punish her when she’s naughty and then be the one to comfort her and dry her tears.
She studies my face and presses her hands against my chest. “Gregory has always been a control freak. He gets mad at me for the stupidest things, and he always berates me, tells me I’m worthless. He’s just plain cruel.” She pauses and takes a deep breath. “But you only got mad at me for a good reason, more specifically, when I disobeyed you, and you didn’t yell insults at me like Gregory would have. I’ll admit you shocked me the first time you spanked me, but the second time…I knew I deserved it and then…the way you held me afterward…” Her voice trails off and she places an arm around my neck, shifting even closer.
I don’t need her to complete the sentence. I know what she can’t finish saying. That the way I’d held her afterward made her feel safe and cared for. It angers me that Gregory Whitworth has hurt her so badly. If I ever get my hands on the dishonorable human male, I will make him suffer.
I lean down to place a gentle kiss upon her lips, as if that simple act alone can heal the pain in her heart. It’s not long before the kiss becomes urgent, though, and our bodies press firmly together, hips rocking back and forth as our mutual passion builds.
“I would never hurt you like that,” I say, a breathless vow against her ear.
She kisses my neck and presses her center against my growing erection. “I know. I trust you.”
Her profession of trust touches me. I want to possess her body and soul right here, to make love to her under the swooping branches of the falling star tree in broad daylight.
“Did it excite you when you did it?” she asks, her face flushing as she leans back to pull her shirt off. She rests her hands at the front clasp of her bra, and my gaze falls to her ample bosom, anticipating the first sight of her luscious bare breasts. “When you spanked me, I mean. Did it excite you, even a little?”
Gods, this human is full of surprises. Of course it had excited me, and my cock hardens further when I recall her reddened cheeks and how she’d wiggled around on my lap. I reach forward and brush her hands away from her bra, unfastening the front clasp myself. Her breasts spill out, gloriously round and firm and white. Her nipples are pink, hard peaks, and I gently twist one until she moans.
“Yes, Amira, it excited me when I spanked you. But that’s not why I did it. I did it because I wanted you to behave for me. When you disobeyed me, I had no choice but to follow through with my threat. I am a male of my word.”
A shadow falls over her face, and she leans back into my chest, hiding as she speaks. “Even though it hurt, and even though it was rather embarrassing, a little part of me was excited. Okay, maybe more than a little part of me. It was so…beyond intimate.”
