Marauder Cygnus: A Scifi Alien Shifter Romance (Mating Wars Book 1) by Aya Morningstar Page B

down its length, smiling to myself as it starts vibrating and hardening in my hand.
    “I’ve reconsidered,” Cygnus says in a thick voice, his green eyes boring darkly into mine.
    “Yes?” I say, returning his gaze while I continue rubbing my thumb rhythmically up and down his thick and gloriously warm shaft.
    “I think your eyes are just the correct distance apart. It suits your personality.”
    “And I think your cheekbones are at just the right height,” I say, laughing. “And I think your big cock is just perfect.”
    “So why did you want me to cover it?” he asks.
    “Subtlety,” I say slyly and wink.
    “Remove your clothes, woman,” he says.
    He’s already forgotten to call me Aura, but in this context, I don’t mind.
    We work together to remove my clothes, and the blanket floats away, as well. I’m not cold at all anymore.
    I reach down to take hold of his cock again, which I see is fully erect now and vibrating slightly in my hand.
    “Can you control that?” I ask, referring to the vibration.
    “No,” he says. “It will increase with my pleasure.”
    “Oh,” I say. “That’s good.”
    He grins. “For your pleasure.”
    “Yes,” I say. “I picked up on that.”
    He grabs my breasts and squeezes lightly. And though his calloused hand is big and powerful, he fondles me with a light touch.
    “We are not a subtle race,” he says. “But in the battle of sex, we understand the value of a light touch.”
    He gently caresses my nipple, and I start to moan. His other hand runs along my waist, then dips down and squeezes my ass.
    I tighten the grip of his cock in my hand, and I notice its vibrations increasing.
    He grins, and his ears go back. He pulls me into him.
    Our lips meet, and immediately his tongue seizes control. His mouth is warm, and though all of him is so rock hard, his tongue and lips are soft. I apply gentle pressure to massage his tongue with my own. I’m still in disbelief that I’m making out with an alien, but it feels too good and too right to consider stopping.
    We’re floating through the cockpit, our bodies and tongues entangled.
    I continue stroking his hard cock in a methodical rhythm, and he squeezes my nipple and ass in response.
    I stifle another moan and pull away from his mouth. Without missing a beat, he moves his mouth’s attention down my throat and begins kissing and licking my neck, and then my collarbone. Slowly and steadily his path reaches my breasts.
    I bend back and stick my chest out. Cygnus takes this as the invitation it was meant to be and pulls my breast up to his mouth. He circles his tongue in rings around my pointed nipple, and then his teeth nibble on me.
    A shock jolts through me, and I feel my pussy getting wetter and wetter with each nibble.
    I jerk his dick faster, hoping he’ll grow impatient and spread my legs, but he seems fixated on my breasts. He squeezes one and rubs it, while he devotes his full mouth to the other. It feels incredible, but as my wetness pools, I get more and more impatient. I start grinding my hips into him.
    “Cygnus,” I plead. “ Please .”
    “Please what?” he says, “Does that word mean anything without an accompanying order?”
    “ Please ,” I say again, and his ears wiggle in a way that I can’t help but interpret as smug and self-satisfied.
    “I thought you’d want subtlety,” he says, and then his hand reaches down between my legs.
    His fingers run against my outer mound, and I spread my legs wider in response.
    His cock is vibrating intensely now, and I squeeze hold of it rather than stroking. I need to focus on what Cygnus’s fingers are doing to me.
    They’re running up and down along my lips, trailing through my soaking moisture. His fingers trace near my clit, but they circle around it rather than touching it directly.
    As I squeeze his dick tighter, I feel my hand slipping off as its vibrating becomes stronger.
    “Is that precum?” I ask.
    “What is that?” he