Captured By her Alien Mate by Ava York

Riley

Kator’s sweet words melted me. Knees weak, I flung my arms even tighter around him. I buried my head into his embrace, fighting unbidden tears. For so long I had walked the knife’s edge of fate and the whimsy of evil kings and deep vengeance.

He held me to him, arms tight. For the first time in so long, I felt safe, held in a future of possibility rather than pain and the possibility of horror—the horror of having finally found Kator only to lose him to vengeance and avarice.

Certain I had no more moments with him to lose, I found his mouth again. Oh, his kisses were sweet, but after all this time without him, I needed more. I needed him. Our honeyed kisses gave way to passion, and the fire he had ignited within me stoked to a blazing inferno.

I clutched his beautiful face, kissing him deeper and deeper. All conscious thought faded as our bodies shed thoughts in the heat of our passion. He slid his hands down to my ass, squeezing my cheeks and lifted me. I broke from our kiss, panting.

“You’re wearing too many clothes,” I said. I swear I could feel my eye twinkle mischief at him. Kator laughed—a deep sound, almost a rumble.

“Speak for yourself, my queen.”

I kissed him again, deep, searching. He tasted sweet. Our tongues explored each other till I had no breath left in my lungs, forcing me to break away. I tugged at his shirt, expelling hot breath along the contours of his neck. He rewarded me with a deep rumble of arousal.

“Clothes. Off. Now,” I demanded.

“Yes, your highness.” He tossed me onto the bed. I squealed again at the impact. “As you wish.” He dropped the coronation robes from his shoulders.

I lay back on the bed to watch the show. Having disposed of the ceremonial robe, Kator began unstrapping his armor as fast as he could, his golden-eyed gaze returning to me at every opportunity.

“While I appreciate all that armor saving your life today, my king, right now I regret the time it will take you to get it out of my way.”

He barked a laugh. “You and I both, Riley.”

A grin spread across my face. While he shed armor, revealing himself to me, I traced the contours of my own body, knowing full well he watched my every move. A plaintive whine escaped his throat as he watched my fingers trace over my breasts, my hard nipples, across my belly. He muttered various curses, tugging at the straps of the last piece of armor.

I let my fingers wander down, under my waistband. The last piece of his armor hit the floor and Kator nearly launched himself onto the bed.

“Uh uh...” I said, teasing him to greater tension. “All of it.” I moaned as my fingers reached my dripping slit. “Hurry, Kator. I need you.”

He panted hard, pulling up his shirt and I dove for his perfect abs, his perfect chest.

“Hurry up before I bring down the rest of this castle...” I kissed the contours of his pecs, tracing fingertips along the scales of his taut belly.

“Riley...”

I smiled at his desire-thickened voice, not that he could see me. Kator moaned deeply. I traced my fingers over the bulge straining his pants. His entire body shuddered. He pushed me back onto the bed.

“I can’t take much more of this. I need you.”

I giggled and pulled my shirt over my head. Far too aroused to wait a moment longer, Kator grabbed the waistband of my pants and stripped me of them in a tug. I rolled over onto my belly and wiggled my newly-royal ass at him. He made quick work of his own trousers, and I slid my thong over my wiggling rump.

“You’ll be the death of me,” he said, trying desperately to sort out a tangle of boots and pants. I watched his rigid cock bob with the effort.

“After I just saved you? I think not.”

I sat up, unhooking my bra in record time. I swung it around a few times by the strap and tossed it at him. It landed on his face, catching on one of his horns. Finally naked, he swept the bra to the floor and dove on top of me. I fell back in a fit of giggles. He reached up for the coronation crown.

“No! No, that can stay.” I couldn’t speak another word because he locked his lips over mine with all the fiery passion in his soul. As much as I had been flirty and playful up until that moment, the probing hunger of his kiss, the feel of his warm body against mine—his hands cradling my face—burned all the silliness away in an instant.

Only one thing remained within me at that moment—our passion, and I dove right into it. He clutched my body to his as if I were the most precious thing he had ever known. I wrapped my limbs around to clutch our bodies into one burning entity. Breathless, we broke from our kiss, gulping air.

I studied his face with eyes as open as my soul in that moment. His glowing, golden gaze drank in every detail of mine as if he were trying to burn each nuance into his memory. He stroked mussed hair from my face.

“I love you, Riley.” His words, barely a whisper, blow away all other thoughts.

I grabbed his face and kissed him long and deep. His hand ran the length of my ribs, my waist, my hip. My back arched and I rocked my hips into him, grinding my swollen clit against his rock hard cock.

He made enough room between us to slide his fingers into the core of my wet need, and stroked my fold from clit to entrance. I moaned against him. Kator slid his body down mine, only stopping when I could feel his breath on my slick slit.

He stroked my labia with his fingers. Urgent little moans escaped my throat. My hands stroked his head, his horns, anything they could reach. He licked his way up along me in a slow, tortuous line, ending up with a gentle flick at my swollen, throbbing clit. I lifted my hips to his face, begging for more. He slid his arms around my thighs and pulled my sopping heat to his mouth.

His licks ended the next time lips reached my clit and he nibbled the swollen nub. My moans grew more intense. He trapped my aching clit between his lips, sucking intently. I arched my back to meet him, my breasts heaving with my effort. He unhooked one of his arms and slid his fingers into me.

“Yes...” The breathy rasp of my voice sounded like it came from a mile away. “Kator...” His fingers found that spot, and worked it like he’d known my body his entire life. “Oh, oh god, Kator...” My pleas only intensified his efforts. A dull quake began to judder up through my thighs. My inner walls clenched on him. He suckled my clit harder.

“I’m going to...” I never finished that sentence, the orgasm overcame my ability to speak. I rocked in his embrace. He raised his head and watched the ecstasy wash over my face.

As soon as I could move I pulled at him, desperate grunts drowning out any attempt at words. He didn’t waste a moment pulling himself above me again. He glowed down at my face, his insistent cock pressing at my entrance. I don’t even know how it got there, perfectly aligned, but I wanted it.

“Please...” I begged.

He grinned down at me, eyes flashing with his desire. “You want it?”

“Yes...”

“Are you sure?”

“Oh my god, Kator—would you…”

He thrust into me. I wailed with the pleasure of his massive cock stretching me wide. Words evaporated, as he filled me over and over. Each slow, deliberate thrust pressed a moan out of me, as if he was driving up to my lungs.

I clenched around him, driving myself wild and dying for him to let go. To fill me.

“Harder... please...” I begged, but he refused to relent in his lingering, dragging strokes. One of my arms flew over my eyes and I sobbed.

“Please,” I begged. This time he gave me what I so desperately ached for. He leapt into me deep and hard. The shock of it robbed my breath, but when it came back, I howled out in pure abandon.

“Kator...” I knew by the way he moved that he had finally forgotten his control. I flung my arms around his neck. I clung to him, using my grip to grind my hips into him. Our rhythms synchronized perfectly.

“Riley...” He panted hard, a deep rumble emanating from his chest. I tightened around him more than I ever thought possible. Especially when he was so thick.

“Kator... Kator... I’m—”

He didn’t let me finish. His cock swelled even larger, he began to grunt with the effort. He drove into me harder than ever, and my body fell right over the edge. The most intense orgasm of my life crashed through me.

With a deep roar, he released inside me, filling me with his warm seed. The world faded. My body went limp in his arms. He held me to him, riding the wave of ethereal perfection we had created with our love.

After a moment of heaving chests sucking in air, I recovered enough to lift my head again and look at him. Entirely vulnerable in the safety of his arms I whispered the only thought left in my head.

“I love you.”

“I love you, Riley,” he gasped, his face entirely open.

We lay there for what felt like an eternity of bliss, staring into each other’s eyes.