Page 44 of Alien's Luck
She’d had opportunities but none with someone she could trust. Being alone with someone meant putting herself in a vulnerable position. If she fell asleep, she might wake—if she woke at all—on the auction block or in a brothel. No one had been tempting enough to risk it.
Except Ari. He wasn’t just tempting—and he was so very tempting—but she knew she was safe with him. Had been safe with him for days. It was an unfamiliar situation but nice.
His tail skimmed up her inner thigh, brushing against her damp panties.
Better than nice.
The computer chimed as the pressurization cycle ended and the doors opened.
He lifted her. Without prompting, her legs wrapped around his waist, and he carried her through.
“Where are we going?” she asked.
“To my cabin, unless you object.”
“No objections.” She kissed him, fierce and hungry. “Brilliant plan. Glad to be a part of it.” And again. “Carry on.” And again, this time not coming up for air.
They made it exactly three steps before Ari pressed her against a wall. He kissed and licked his way down the column of her throat, across her collarbone, and down her chest. He tugged at the front of the gown, breaking a strap, and she didn’t mind. Barely even liked the dress.
His free hand teased and squeezed the breast still covered while his mouth claimed the other. His teeth grazed over the soft skin and Carla lost the ability for rational thought. There was just Ari with his talented tongue and sharp teeth, and she was absolutely okay with that.
His tail came up, brushing along her throat and across her lips. She opened, taking the tail in and running her tongue around the tip like a lollipop.
Ari sucked in a breath. He shuddered and looked up at her with such devotion in his eyes.
He lowered her to the ground and kneeled before her. He tugged at her panties. By the time they were around her knees, she pulled herself together enough to ask, “What happened to going to your cabin?”
“Too far. I want to taste you,” he said. “Now.”
Fabric tore and Carla was exposed. With a hand on either leg, Ari spread her thighs open. His eyes fluttered shut as he breathed in deeply. For a moment, doubt crept in. How different was she from a female Khargal?
“You are remarkable,” he said, erasing her doubts by planting a kiss on her inner knee.
He worked his way up, not stopping until he reached the apex of her thighs. Did her mind go blank before? There wasn’t a thought in her head now as he licked and sucked. His tongue found her clit, working it slowly like a master until her knees quivered. Her fingers dug into his hair, pulling tight as she struggled to stay upright. She groaned around his tail, still in her mouth.
Fingers worked into her. One, then two. She rode his hand as she rode his face, gasping around his tail and shuddering with pleasure. She grabbed two of his horns, using them to direct his mouth. Her climax wasn’t pretty or elegant, but it was coming hard.
With a cry, she released him and stepped back, sliding down the wall to the floor. Her legs didn’t work anymore. Couldn’t. Ari sucked the marrow out of her.
Still kneeling before her, Ari licked his lips. “Do you want more, my treasure?”
“Yes,” she groaned. “I want your dick, but I think it might kill me, and I don’t care.”
He chuckled. “I’ll take you to my bed, and you’ll take my cock like a good female.”
Her breath caught in her throat. Being called a good girl had never appealed to her, but now she wanted nothing more than to be good for him.
“You like that,” he said in a warm and soothing tone. Not a question. A fact.
“Call me a good girl again,” she said.
“My good girl.” His hand cupped the back of her head, his fingers digging into her hair. He kissed her, the taste of her lingering on his lips.
He lifted her like she weighed nothing, carrying her in the cradle of his arms to his cabin.
Gently, almost hesitantly, he placed her on the bed. “I should tell you?—”
“Nothing good ever starts with words like that,” she said.
