Page 35 of Captured By The Alien Barbarian
What nearly makes me lose control, however, is when her feet first touch the warmer waters of the stream.
“Ariana,” I say, my knees dipping slightly.
“Wait,” she giggles from behind me. “Aren’t you undressing? You’re going to get wet.”
“I do not mind getting wet,” I reply, meeting her gaze.
“Still, you should probably undress,” Ariana says, her face turning pink. She ducks her head, but not before I catch her pleased smile. A thrill rushes through me—my mate wants to see me naked.
Unclasping my weapon harness, I lay it near the water’s edge, close enough for easy access in case of danger.
With deliberate movements, I slowly remove my trousers, freeing my already hard and aching cock. The relief from the tight confines of the fabric feels amazing.
From the corner of her eye, Ariana gasps softly. She tries to be subtle and yet fails miserably, as her attention is riveted to my cock.
How does my mate feel about my body? Am I impressive? I’ve never considered these questions before, but I do now.
Standing taller, I flex my muscles to appear stronger.
Her sweet scent hangs heavily in the air. A slow smirk forms on my lips; I can smell my little Nika’s desire.
“Do you like what you see?” I ask nonchalantly, gripping myself at the base and running a hand up my length.
Ariana bites her lip. “You are very different.”
That seed of doubt creeps in again. Surely, if my mate marks responded to her, then we are compatible. But remembering that Ariana doesn’t have her own mating marks and that she never explained how her people show they are mated, I ask, “Too different?”
Ariana doesn’t respond. Instead, she bites her plump lower lip with blunt teeth. I want to take that lip into my own mouth, to feel it pressed against mine.
I wade into the water after her, nowhere near as graceful as she is, until I come to stand beside her. At this depth, the water covers Ariana’s belly button but only laps at my hypersensitive privates.
“Come here,” I say, my voice husky.
My little Nika reaches out hesitantly, her hand hovering over my throbbing member.
When she’s close enough to me, I pull her body flush against mine. She looks up at me with large, vulnerable eyes. A hint of fear. I won’t tolerate her being afraid. She should always feel comfortable approaching me with her needs.
Instead of crushing my lips to her own, of finding all her secret places as I desperately desire, I gently turn her so that she’s facing away from me. I run my hands along her shoulders and arms. My fingers dig gently into her tense muscles, kneading and rubbing.
Ariana is going to kill me. There is no way a male is meant to survive this torture. She moans softly and presses herself more firmly against my hands.
“That feels amazing,” she says.
Beneath my attentive fingers, her muscles loosen. She begins to relax. I wonder how long it’s been since she has allowed herself to truly rest.
Her body is limp and pliable beneath my hands. I feel her shift in the water, and her body lines up against mine more fully. Her plush bottom brushes against me, and my throbbing cock nestles against her ass cheeks. My hips jerk of their own volition, grinding firmly against her.
“Taccit,” she says, with a breathy sigh.
My name on her lips has me groaning. Is she going to pull away from me now? I move my hands to her shoulders, my claws gently scraping across her collarbones and delicate flesh. I want to hold her against me, to pin her in place...
“I will not do anything you do not want me to, my Nika,” I say. Because despite my own desires, my little mate is skittish and reluctant to seal our bond. “Just knowing you are relaxed in my arms is enough.”
Ariana turns her head and looks at me over her shoulder.
“Can I kiss you?” She says.
My breath leaves my lungs. It’s hard to reply. I just nod.
