Page 27 of Her Alien Beast
“I needed to find you,” he says, unapologetic. “I wanted to make sure you believed what I was telling you about Gregory. And I wanted to make sure you weren’t going to marry him.”
“I’m not going to marry him now,” I say, a bit proudly. “I stood up to him and broke everything off, and I did it in front of witnesses so it’s not as though he can force me now.”
“I’m still going to kill him,” Vlann states. “I believe I’ll rip his head from his body.” He tenses and a dark look enters his gaze, as if he’s imagining the very act of killing my ex-fiancé.
“Again, Vlann, I really don’t want to see you in prison.”
“I could make it look like an accident.”
“Most people don’t accidentally lose their heads,” I say.
He chuckles and pulls me close. I inhale a deep breath, intending to spill the contents of my heart at his feet. I’ll tell him I love him, tell him I want him. If he rejects me, at least I tried, at least I was brave. “This wasn’t the only thing I wanted to talk about, little human,” he says before I get the chance.
“What do you mean?”
“I should have never taken you home yesterday, at least not without being honest with you, little human. Iwantyou, Amira Swan,” he confesses. “I want you as my wife, as my mate. I love you.” His deep voice doesn’t waver once.
Pulling back, I study his face, the same handsome face that haunted my dreams the night prior. He looks completely sincere, and my heart soars. “I want you too, Vlann D’Zorr,” I reply. “And I love you, too.”
A moment later, he leans down and urgently captures my lips. I respond with fervor, wrapping my arms around his neck as I lose all sense of time and place. Happiness fills me to bursting. He wants me. He loves me. I don’t know how, but we’ll find a way to be together.
“Now,” he rasps seductively, “I believe we have some unfinished business.” In one swift move, he swings me over his shoulder yet again, though this time, his demeanor is playful. But when I squirm around a little, he slaps my upturned bottom until I settle, ordering me to behave, lest he be forced to punish me.
“I can walk!” I shriek through a giggle, still struggling as my sandals fly off my flailing feet.
He carries me into the bedroom and sets me down next to the bed. He eyes my dress and reaches forward. I start to raise my arms to assist him, as I think he intends to help me undress, but he shocks me by grasping the fabric in his hands and shredding it from my body. His barbarism sends a thrill through me and I tremble in place, awaiting his next move.
He tears my bra and panties off me next. But rather than push me down on the bed, he circles around me, as if inspecting me. I watch him, aware of his every slight movement, feeling vulnerable as the throbbing between my thighs borders on unbearable.
He finally stops in front of me and reaches for my pussy, drawing one finger through my folds, a slow and sensuous tease. He brings his hand up to reveal his digit is glistening with my moisture.
“You’re soaking wet, my little human.”
I flush, unable to reply. My sex spasms anew and a whimper escapes my throat. I’m desperate for him to touch me again. I glance down at his impressive, green armored cock and a shudder rushes through me. He’s huge and soon he’s going to pound into me.
I’m certain this time is going to be rougher than all our previous times together. There’s a dark gleam in his gaze and his muscles are tensed. He looks as if he wants to attack me and I’m once more reminded of how large he is compared to me. He could break me, if he wanted. He won’t break me, at least I don’t think he will, but he will use me. He’ll plunge his cock into my tightness and drive into me until he finds his release, and I’ll feel the stickiness of his seed dripping down my thighs for the remainder of the day.
He grasps my arm and guides me to lay down on the bed. He appears above me and kisses his way down my body, his lips a scorching brand of heat upon my skin, until his head settles between my thighs. I gasp when his long tongue darts out to stroke through my wet folds. He plunges it straight into my core and pulses it in and out, just as he would with his cock. At the same time, he rubs a thumb over my clit, drawing my moisture overtop the swollen nub and making me cry out in ecstasy. I gasp for air and moan, my vision suddenly blurred.
I shatter but moments later, a hard, intense orgasm that steals my breath.
“You’re so beautiful when you’re coming, little human,” he says after withdrawing his tongue from my center. He settles beside me on the bed and draws my legs up, holding them together in the air. This puts my pussy and my bottom on display and my heart skips a beat as I wonder what he’s about to do. “You’re also beautiful when your bottom is bright red and freshly spanked.”
I open my mouth to protest, but before I can get a single word out, he’s thrashing my butt with swift, punishing slaps. The sting is instant and it keeps growing, his pace becoming faster as he spanks me with vigor. I grab at the covers and try to push myself from his grasp, but it’s no use. He’s stronger than me. When he wants to exert his authority over me, there’s nothing to do but submit.
He pauses and rubs my sore bottom while staring at his handiwork. I sniffle and blink rapidly. He spanked me hard enough to bring tears to my eyes. “A nice shade of red,” he comments, meeting my gaze, “but not quite red enough.”
“Please, Vlann,” I beg, squirming. “It-it hurts.”
“Good,” he says, his eyes darkening further. “It’s supposed to hurt.”
I suck in a rapid breath. “Are-are you punishing me for something?” I can’t be sure, because I’m still getting used to his unique, alien facial expressions, but I almost think he looks angry.
“No, little human, this isn’t a punishment.” His hand travels to my center and moves through my swollen pussy lips, gliding through my growing moisture. Even though I just came, I’m already getting wet again. I’m wet and aching, eager for him to claim me. “It’s not a punishment,” he repeats, “but I want to see the marks of my ownership on you.”
His words send a thrill through me. I ought to be outraged, but I’m not. I’m quivering with need, longing for him to fill me up with his cock, to make me see stars as he pounds into me. I’m also anticipating the next slap of his hand upon my bottom, even as I dread it and don’t think I can withstand further spanking. It feels as though my bottom is already bright red and throbbing, though I can’t see it from my position. All I can glimpse is a hint of my exposed pussy, slick and pink and puffy with my arousal.
His hands leave my center and I whimper, mourning the loss of his touch on my intimate, aching parts. He cups my bottom and gives me a severe look. I shiver and think about begging him to be gentle, but I soon press my mouth in a firm line, determined to surrender to the spanking he’s planning to give me, no matter how much it hurts.
“Such a good girl.” He squeezes each of my cheeks in turn. Then he resumes smacking my ass, landing rapid, harsh blows that bring fresh tears to my eyes. Growls emanate from his throat as he strikes me, and suddenly he drops my legs and settles himself between my thighs, his huge rigid length pressing at my entrance. “Such a good girl,” he repeats, and this time he stares down at me with tenderness gleaming in his otherworldly blue gaze.
I reach for him, running my hands down the hard muscles of his chest. He grasps for my wrists and secures my hands above my head, pinning me down and holding me in place for this next phase of our lovemaking. The part I know is going to be especially rough. But I’m ready, and I want it. I’m aching for it.
