Page 36 of Alien Desire
But Tor has. Tor has come to find me. Tor risked his life to save me. He’s learnt a new language just to speak with me. Trekked out in the storm to find me. But now, when it comes to it, he doesn’t want me. He doesn’t want to commit himself to me. To be forced to mate me and take me back to his planet to be his forever.
“It doesn’t have to be forever,” I choke back a sob, “It can just be for now.
“It is not possible. The Omega I mate will be mine forever.”
He crouches down in front of me so our eyes are level and lifts my chin with a shaky hand.
“I don’t want to take away your choices, Emma. But if I impregnate you — if you bear my child — you will have to come home with me.” He swipes away a tear with his thumb. “A heat is uncomfortable without an Alpha but it is bearable. It will last three days and then it will be over.”
“It’s ok. I can’t get pregnant, if that’s what you’re worried about. I got the contraceptive shot. They won’t let you on missions without it.”
“What is a contraceptive shot?”
“An injection of hormones to stop you getting pregnant.”
“It stops you from conceiving?”
“Yes.”
“But then…” His face is a battle of confusion and passion.
“I want you,” I whisper. I know my body is flooded with lust and longing, my mind befuddled, but this one feeling I know to be true. I want to be with him. Not just now. Not just for the three days of my heat, or until our respective rescue ships come to find us. I lied. I want to be with him forever. It is such a crazy idea. How long have I known him? Two weeks?
“Emma,” he says, closing his eyes. His scent is so intense I know how hard he is fighting to resist me, and it only makes me want him more. I see him. He is good and kind. Why wouldn’t I want him? “I’m trying to do the right thing.”
“I know,” I say, stroking his face, tracing the ridge of his cheekbone. “This is the right thing. We don’t have to go back to Astia. There are three universes out there — ones we could explore together. I could show you Earth.” I pause, thinking. We can be together in a way that suits us both. It must be possible. “This is fate, destiny. It pulled us together. It wants us together. This heat is just another way it’s forcing us to be together.”
“We don’t even know if it’s possible,” he mutters.
“No,” I say, “but I trust you.”
I pull back a little and lift my cami top over my head, leaving me naked in front of him. His eyes roam hungrily over my chest, inspecting the roundness of my breasts and the peaks of my nipples, creasing and hardening under his gaze.
Taking his hand in mine, I guide him there, letting him cup my breast in his hand. His scent and his hues swirl together like whirlpools, and I shudder under the touch of his thumb grazing over my nipple. Leaning down, he kisses my clavicle, a soft kiss that starts a trail, down to my breast and then finally, finally to my nipple. Here he kisses it sweetly, chastely, before sucking it hungrily into his mouth and massaging it with the suck of his cheeks.
“Oh,” I moan as more wetness comes flooding from me and everything between my legs throbs with anticipation. I am so swollen and tender and ready for him, and what he is doing to my breast with his mouth just makes me more needy, more determined for him to have me.
“It feels good?” he asks me, looking up at me with amazement.
I bite my bottom lip and nod. He takes the other nipple in his mouth and swirls his tongue around the tip, before chewing it gently between his teeth. It sends sparks darting into my chest and my cunt clenches.
“I’ve never done this before,” he tells me.
“Neither have I,” I remind him. “We’ll work it out together.”
His kisses descend my body, over my ribs and my stomach to the line of curls and the swollen lips of my sex. Here he halts.
“I am unfamiliar—”
I take his hand.
“Here, this is my clitoris,” I hear myself say the words and am amazed at my own bluntness. I’ve never spoken about this with another living soul before. Never even said that word out loud. “If you touch me here, it will give me pleasure.” He presses it with his forefinger and I shudder. Catching my breath, I continue. “This is my vagina,” I consider, “but I’d prefer if we call it my cunt — this is where,” I swallow, “it is where you can … it will bring us both pleasure.”
“And this?” he asks, stroking my anus and making me shudder again.
“My anus.”
I peer down at his face and can read the confusion. It makes me giggle and he looks up at me and smiles that new smile of his.
