Saved by the Alien Lord: Sci-fi Alien Invasion Romance (Warriors of the Lathar Book 2) by Mina Carter
Authors: Mina Carter
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the zipper down, murmuring against her lips. “Ferocious little Cat.”
“Rawr,” she replied, and sliding her hands under the leather, dragged her nails up his back.
He gasped, spine arching and his eyes flared gold with heat. Need so intense she felt the burn.
“Mine,” he whispered, thumb under her chin forcing her head up so he could kiss her neck. She shivered, loving the feel of his mouth on her. “All mine.”
His free hand shoved her gown up past her waist at the same time he slid a knee between her legs. He was still clothed and she was naked beneath the robes, but she didn’t care, her hands dropping to the fastenings at his crotch. She needed him with impatience and desperation that bordered on painful.
“Now, please,” she demanded, her voice a breathy, erotic whisper in the silence of the room, and yanked at the ties. He reached down to tear them loose, freeing his cock. It slapped against her stomach, hot and hard, leaving a wet smear of pre-cum.
“Are you sure?” he stopped to look down at her even as he altered his position to fit the broad head against the entrance to her pussy. Desire gripped her and she nodded. He was big, but not big enough she couldn’t take him.
“Please. Now, I need you…” She turned her head to kiss the inside of his wrist where he was braced over her. “Now.”
His answer was to push into her, parting her enough to slide in half an inch. She sucked a breath in as a burning sensation sliced through her, followed by pleasure. It hurt, but it was a good pain, one replaced with beautiful sensation.
“Harder.” She gave voice to what they both wanted. He pushed again, and again, sliding deeper into her depths. Each time he did, she gripped him, as though her body was unwilling to let him go even to pull out of her long enough to slide back in.
“Fuck, you’re tight.” He collapsed onto his elbows over her, not crushing her but gathering her leg up over his hip. She helped by lifting the other and locking her ankles behind him. The change in position slid him deeper. They both groaned. “How can you be this tight? How can you…I…”
She blinked as he cut himself off, sure he’d been about to say something else, but he fell silent. His features tightened as he pulled back and powered into her again. Hard and fast, his rhythm set the couch beneath them to rocking as he took her, both still nearly fully dressed.
It was a wild ride, leaving her no options but to cling to him. He used every muscle in his body to taking her, bringing her pleasure until she was sure she couldn’t take any more.
He’d been holding out, and at the end of the next stroke, rocked his hips. His pelvis pressed to hers, trapping her clit between them and she cried out. It felt so good… mind-numbingly, gotta-have-more kind of good.
“That,” she panted. “Again.”
He did, adding a roll at the end of every thrust, sending her need and arousal higher. Not for long though, within a few thrusts she teetered on the edge of the abyss, tendrils of pleasure reaching up to pull her into the depths.
“Come for me,” he growled, slamming into her hard. “I want to hear you scream your pleasure. Want everyone to hear and know you’re mine.”
His. She was his.
With a cry, she gave in and screamed her pleasure for her alien lord.
***
Hours later Tarrick woke, wrapped around his little human. She murmured in her sleep and made herself more comfortable on his bare chest. They’d moved during the night to the bed. Mindful that she wasn’t as hardy as he was, he pulled the covers up around her to keep her warm.
He laid back, contentment washing over him. Humans. They’d been a total surprise. Tenacious, resourceful, and brave. Like smaller versions of the Lathar. Perhaps he should get Laarn to run tests to see if they were genetically related.
“Tarrick? You awake, you lazy ass?”
Speak of the devil and he will appear. Tarrick smiled as he reached over to tap the
“Rawr,” she replied, and sliding her hands under the leather, dragged her nails up his back.
He gasped, spine arching and his eyes flared gold with heat. Need so intense she felt the burn.
“Mine,” he whispered, thumb under her chin forcing her head up so he could kiss her neck. She shivered, loving the feel of his mouth on her. “All mine.”
His free hand shoved her gown up past her waist at the same time he slid a knee between her legs. He was still clothed and she was naked beneath the robes, but she didn’t care, her hands dropping to the fastenings at his crotch. She needed him with impatience and desperation that bordered on painful.
“Now, please,” she demanded, her voice a breathy, erotic whisper in the silence of the room, and yanked at the ties. He reached down to tear them loose, freeing his cock. It slapped against her stomach, hot and hard, leaving a wet smear of pre-cum.
“Are you sure?” he stopped to look down at her even as he altered his position to fit the broad head against the entrance to her pussy. Desire gripped her and she nodded. He was big, but not big enough she couldn’t take him.
“Please. Now, I need you…” She turned her head to kiss the inside of his wrist where he was braced over her. “Now.”
His answer was to push into her, parting her enough to slide in half an inch. She sucked a breath in as a burning sensation sliced through her, followed by pleasure. It hurt, but it was a good pain, one replaced with beautiful sensation.
“Harder.” She gave voice to what they both wanted. He pushed again, and again, sliding deeper into her depths. Each time he did, she gripped him, as though her body was unwilling to let him go even to pull out of her long enough to slide back in.
“Fuck, you’re tight.” He collapsed onto his elbows over her, not crushing her but gathering her leg up over his hip. She helped by lifting the other and locking her ankles behind him. The change in position slid him deeper. They both groaned. “How can you be this tight? How can you…I…”
She blinked as he cut himself off, sure he’d been about to say something else, but he fell silent. His features tightened as he pulled back and powered into her again. Hard and fast, his rhythm set the couch beneath them to rocking as he took her, both still nearly fully dressed.
It was a wild ride, leaving her no options but to cling to him. He used every muscle in his body to taking her, bringing her pleasure until she was sure she couldn’t take any more.
He’d been holding out, and at the end of the next stroke, rocked his hips. His pelvis pressed to hers, trapping her clit between them and she cried out. It felt so good… mind-numbingly, gotta-have-more kind of good.
“That,” she panted. “Again.”
He did, adding a roll at the end of every thrust, sending her need and arousal higher. Not for long though, within a few thrusts she teetered on the edge of the abyss, tendrils of pleasure reaching up to pull her into the depths.
“Come for me,” he growled, slamming into her hard. “I want to hear you scream your pleasure. Want everyone to hear and know you’re mine.”
His. She was his.
With a cry, she gave in and screamed her pleasure for her alien lord.
***
Hours later Tarrick woke, wrapped around his little human. She murmured in her sleep and made herself more comfortable on his bare chest. They’d moved during the night to the bed. Mindful that she wasn’t as hardy as he was, he pulled the covers up around her to keep her warm.
He laid back, contentment washing over him. Humans. They’d been a total surprise. Tenacious, resourceful, and brave. Like smaller versions of the Lathar. Perhaps he should get Laarn to run tests to see if they were genetically related.
“Tarrick? You awake, you lazy ass?”
Speak of the devil and he will appear. Tarrick smiled as he reached over to tap the
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