Page 28 of Captured By The Alien Barbarian
As I gasp for air, I begrudgingly admit to myself that my body’s responses are not purely driven by fear. I am hyper-aware of his body and its proximity, the waves of heat emanating from him setting my own temperature soaring. My nipples harden, scraping against the slightly rough fabric of his shirt.
Taccit leans in further, his head hovering mere inches from mine. He tilts his head to the side, his breath skimming my ear and neck. I shiver involuntarily as a delicious sensation courses through me, traveling from my neck straight down to my core. My thighs instinctively press together as my clit begins to pulse in time with my racing heart.
With a long, unmistakable sniff, Taccit seems to sense my state. A tidal wave of embarrassment crashes over me as I realize he can no doubt smell my arousal, even if I try to deny it.
“Why do you deny us? I know just how much you long for us to be close, for our bodies to join together in ecstasy,” he says in a deep voice that has a profound effect on me. My arousal intensifies in response to his words and the vivid imagery they provoke.
“I don’t want you getting the wrong idea,” I say. “I’m just not comfortable sleeping with you. Yet.”
Taccit narrows his eyes at me, casting a slow, deliberate gaze over my body. His attention leaves a trail of tingles in its wake, and I have to fight the urge to squirm beneath his scrutiny. A part of me yearns to reach out and just latch onto him like a koala. My knees feel wobbly and I long for his strength.
Taccit lets out a long, ragged breath. He whispers, his breath brushing over my lips and combining with my own. “You are being a naughty girl, Nika, trying to deny us. For punishment, you will feel the same denial that I have. By the time I am done with you, you will be begging.”
I shake my head, wanting to reject his words. I will not beg for him. I simply refuse. His lips brush so lightly against my ear that it feels like my skin is being tickled by a feather. Darn it, doesn’t that send a shiver down my spine! I bite my lip, trying to distract myself from his devilish antics, but the sting only makes me think of how Taccit kissed me earlier. With thoughts of kissing, I become even more aware of how his lips caress my jaw and continue their journey down my neck.
His sharp teeth graze the oh-so-sensitive part where my neck meets my shoulder. But then his tongue soothes the spot, and I can’t help but moan. Despite my desire to stay strong, I find myself tilting my head, practically guiding him to my weak spots.
“You are my mate, my little Nika. If I want to pleasure you all night long, then I shall. The only words I want to hear from your lips are my name as you cry out your release.”
I clench my jaw, outraged by his audacity. I will not beg for him. I’ll stand firm. I’ll tell him he can’t make me do it. Of course, my traitorous mouth seems to have other plans as the words slip past my lips. “Make me.”
Oh. Well, that wasn’t what I had planned at all. But I can’t stop my body from reacting like a heat-seeking missile to the tantalizing mental images. My body is thrumming.
Taccit doesn’t give me a chance to change my mind or correct myself. His lips slam down harder on mine than I expect. His tongue makes a daring invasion, plunging deep into my mouth.
His hand snakes up and wraps around my neck, guiding my head back so that he can take control. He is dominating in his possession. But I’m not going to let him have all the fun. My tongue challenges his to a duel, stroking just as fervently against his.
Taccit pulls back, and I can’t stop the whimper at the loss. We are both panting heavily.
With impossibly quick movements, his claws rend through the shirt I wear. The fabric slides from my body, pooling at my feet.
He looks down at me with heavy-lidded eyes. I expect him to rush me, but his hand gently strokes my hip. A small act, a simple caress, but it means all the more to me that he doesn’t push me beyond my limits.
His voice is rough as sandpaper when he next speaks, demanding, “Who do you belong to?”
I glare back at him, wanting nothing more than to wipe that smug grin off his face. “No one. I am my own woman.”
I gasp when he picks me up. With a few powerful strides, he sits down on the bed, gracefully lying me across his lap. I can feel his arousal, straining against the confines of his leather pants, pressing firmly into my stomach.
My surprise quickly turns to shock as his tail wraps around my wrists, holding me firmly in place.
Here I am, completely exposed to this beast who could do anything his wicked heart desires.
I squirm, then yelp as his hand harshly connects with my backside. An electrifying sting spreads throughout my body, an unexpected thrill that I never would have thought I’d respond to.
“Who do you belong to, Ariana?” His hand strikes again, eliciting another cry from me, before soothing the affected area as his palm tenderly caresses the mark.
“No one.”
Taccit lets out a dark chuckle that echoes off the cave walls. And for a fleeting moment, I can’t help but wonder if I’ve pushed him too far.
A stray finger nonchalantly saunters along my slit, and I hiss a little at the intimate touch.
“You are wet. Your body knows who it belongs to.”
Another slide of that pesky digit across my all-too-receptive flesh makes me tilt my hips, practically inviting more.
“No.” I inwardly scold myself. I refuse to beg him! No one owns me, thank you very much!
