Page 58 of Alien Desire
And he is possessed, unstoppable.
“I missed you,” he groans, opening my legs wide. “I need to have you, to plunge deep inside that warm cunt of yours and pound you until you scream my name. I need to watch you come undone, I need to do that to you. I need to know you are mine.”
I am incapable of making words of my own as his fingertips brush over my sex. Sometimes actions speak louder than words anyway, and I grip his arse, sinking my nails into the firm flesh, and drag him to where I need him.
His hands come sliding under me and he lifts me onto his waiting cock. Together we groan as he sinks into me, long animalistic noises that reveal to each other how hard we’ve been fighting the appeal of this these last few days. As he pushes further, brushing across that sensitive spot, my vision explodes with stars and I gasp.
For a moment, we hang there suspended, me and him, caught in the bliss of his cock fully submerged within me, trying to catch our needy breaths. And then he begins to move, slow languid circling of his hips as if he means to tease me, punish me, show me what I’ve missed. He brushes against my clit, spending sparks flying and I plead for more.
“Don’t ever shut me out again, Omega,” he growls into my ear, his hot breath on my cheek. “I can’t stand it. It’s worse than anything they could have done to me. You are mine and I need you like I need oxygen. These last few days you’ve been slowly starving me to death.”
“You have me now,” I gasp.
And he growls louder, nipping at my earlobe, and driving in harder so that my own oxygen is whipped from my lungs.
He’s taking me over, invading the very last part of my soul — he has already claimed me, I am already under his spell — he is lodged firmly in my heart, his child growing in my stomach — and no barricade, no distance, will ever change that. I could beg him now to bite me, to make it official but I want more from him. I want him in return. I want him to love me like I love him.
So I tell him, as I cling to his body, smeared with blood and sweat, his hair marked with the smoke from the rifle. I tell him that I love him. And my words make him frantic.
He loses his control, taking my hands and gripping them above my head and pounding into me with the full force of his body. Long powerful thrusts that I can hardly bear, it’s too good, too much and I’m too close to losing everything.
I cry out, more tears streaming down my face as my eyes screw shut and I swing my head from side to side in desperation, every part of me tensing against the inevitable surge.
“Take it,” he says, with even harder thrusts, “Take all of it. And come for me, Omega.”
And I do, my spine arching as I hover for a millisecond, before the explosion rips out from my core and I come around his cock, convulsing and clenching at him.
“I’m going to come too,” he tells me.
“Yes,” I moan as he falters and stutters, his cock throbbing and jerking within me, and then he collapses down on top of me, heavy and hot, and I wrap my arms around him, showering him in more kisses as my high continues to sizzle through my body.
I wish we could stay here in this moment, both blown away by bliss, swept up in each other, floating high above reality. I wish we didn’t have to descend back down, to face the future and the words that need to come next. The reality of our situation, the inevitable heartache of whatever we decide to do next.
Chapter twenty four - Emma
“Are you OK?” I ask as he rolls off me with what seems reluctance and I trace my finger around the slice in his shoulder and then the one on his face.
He captures my hand and brings my fingers to his lips, kissing the tips of each softly. It is too tender and my chest aches with it. I don’t want my imagination to make me believe this is more than it is.
“I’ll go fetch the medical pack.” I try to tug my hand away but he clings onto to me firmly.
“Emma,” he says, “Please.”
“Please? Please what?” I can’t look up at him. I can’t lose myself in those eyes. I can’t.
“Stay.”
A deep sigh rushes from my mouth and I sink back into the mattress.
“I have broken everything between us,” he says quietly. “Tell me how to fix it.”
Five of his kind, sent by his father to rescue him, have just tried to kill him, murder him out there on the ice, and what he is concerned about is us.
The adrenaline of the battle and of our love-making lingers in my veins and it’s stopping me from thinking straight, from making sense of any of this.
“I thought they were coming to rescue us,” I murmur, avoiding his question.
He drops my hand, and the air seems to cool between us.
