Page 61 of Alien Desire
“Is this what you plan to wear?” I ask when we are ready to depart.
“What do you mean?” She glances down at the bright orange overalls that swamp her frame.
“We are returning to the Gryton Court.”
“What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?”
“You look like a wurange.”
“You don’t like what I’m wearing?” she says, pouting.
“I like removing what you are wearing.” I grin at her and hook my arm around her waist. “Don’t worry; we’ll get you something suitable to wear when we arrive.”
“You’re going to take me shopping?”
“I will send for the tailor when we arrive.”
A shadow passes over her face. “Are you sure it’s safe?” she asks me for the one hundredth time. “They’re not going to attack you or arrest us as soon as we land?”
“No,” I say simply and possibly a little more confidently than I am. “I have my allies. No one will dare to make a move against me on Astia.”
“But someone wanted you dead.”
“I am coming back with an Omega, Emma. The first we have found for a decade. I will be a hero. I will be untouchable.”
She chews on her bottom lip. “And they won’t try to take me from you, you’re sure about that?”
I draw her closer, growling lowly. “I’d like to see anyone try.”
“They might though. Try, I mean.”
“And I will kill them if they do.”
I lift her chin and stare into her hazel eyes. She smells ripe for the taking and I wonder if I could fuck her one more time before we leave this planet.
She knows exactly what I’m thinking and arches an eyebrow. “I thought you wanted to get going.”
“Turn around, Omega,” I command, walking her towards the wall. Unzipping the hideous overalls and yanking down her underwear, I tell her to open her legs and reach up on her tiptoes. Even then she’s too low for me and I’m forced to bend my knees to line myself up and thrust my way inside. Still, she’s forced up further onto her toes, leaning into the wall for purchase, speared entirely by my cock.
I love nothing better than this Omega at my mercy. She is fierce and stubborn. A scrappy little fighter who’s saved me twice. And yet she’s willing to submit to me, to trust that no matter how far I push her, I’ll never break her. Knowing she can give herself over to me completely to do with as I wish and in return I will reward her with pleasure like nothing else in the three universes.
“The baby?” I ask, wanting to ensure the child is safe before I have her.
“Fine, I’m fine,” she reassures me, wiggling her bottom to encourage me to start. I slap the rounded flesh and grind into her.
I won’t be hurried. I want to remember this place. This cold, desolate planet where the flame of my desires kindled into life.
The pregnancy has made her more sensitive, swollen and wet, and her orgasm slips easily from her. I bite her shoulder, holding her still, as my thrusts become firmer, and I pump into her.
Her gland is so close to my mouth, to my nose, to my teeth. I can see the glimmering skin, sniff the intensity of her scent. But I won’t bite her. Not yet. I won’t claim her. Not until she asks. Not until she chooses.
I can imagine it though, visualise how good it’s going to be, and the thought of it tips me over the edge. My eyes drift shut and I stutter, pleasure ripping through my body.
Stars, but this is addictive.
When I’ve filled her with enough of my come to ensure she’ll reek of me and only me when we arrive on my planet, I watch reluctantly as she redresses in the hideous overalls.
And then, according to Emma, it is time for goodbyes.
