Stolen By the Alien by Ashlyn Hawkes

8

Omur

“It’s all right,” I keep murmuring in Hannah’s ear. She’s crying and trembling, and her pain… I ovian swear I can feel it, and it’s killing me. She’s hurting so badly, and I have no idea why, and I don’t know if there’s a way for me to be able to help her.

She hiccups and tries to pull away from me. I squeeze her before letting her go.

“It’s all right,” I tell her yet again. I’m not sure how many times I’ve said this to her, but it’s not just that I think she needs to hear this. I want that to be the case.

She wipes a hand down her face. It takes her a moment to stop crying, to stop the avalanche of tears from pouring down her cheeks. Her face is a little blotchy, and she looks so very vulnerable.

“Do you want to return to Earth?” I ask her gently. “Is that what this is about?”

“Earth isn’t why I’m crying,” she says. “Was. It’s not why I was crying.” She inhales deeply, her body shuddering.

“Do you want to tell me what happened? What made you cry so hard? I’ve never seen anyone cry like that before.”

“Do Garrux not cry?” she asks, twisting her lips.

“We can cry.”

“Just not so ugly?”

“You are not ugly.”

“My face has to be all red and blotchy,” she protests.

“Why would that make you ugly?” I ask, genuinely confused. “You look beautiful.”

“You don’t have to lie to me.”

“Hannah, I’m not lying. I won’t ever lie to you.”

“Hmm. You won’t ever cheat on me either, huh?”

“Of course not,” I say indignantly. “Garrux never cheat on their mates.”

“And have you ever had sex before?” she asks. “Or do you wait until you find your mates?”

“I—”

“I don’t want to know,” she says, holding up a hand.

I shrug. “If you change your mind, I will answer that question. I’ll answer any question you have for me.”

She bites her lower lip and then shakes her head.

“You don’t have a single question for me?” I ask, shocked.

Hannah shakes her head again.

“I have one for you, but you do not have to answer if you do not wish to.” I hesitate.

“You want to know why I was crying.”

“Yes, that, but I also want to know if you would ever cheat on me.”

My heart begins to race. I want to growl, to yank her close to me, to slip my cock deep inside her, to stretch her out and fill her up and give her everything within me.

I want to be the only one to kiss her, to love her, to feel her body in my arms.

It's not about possession, though. It's about wanting every part of her, wanting all that is her, and wanting to give myself in return, every part of me.

“I would never cheat on any partner I have,” she says slowly, as if carefully picking her words.

I grunt. She still refuses to acknowledge that I am her mate.

“I’ve also never cheated on anyone, but I have been cheated on,” she says. “That’s why I was crying. Before you came to Earth, I was engaged to be married to a man I thought I loved, but maybe… I don’t know. Maybe I put up walls and wouldn’t let him in entirely.”

“He was not faithful to you. He was not what you needed.”

“No. The last thing I needed was to walk in on him having his dick inside my best friend.”

“Your best friend?”

Hannah nods. “Yep.”

“She was not your best friend then.”

“Not at all. I guess I should’ve realized all along that she wasn’t good for me. We had an up and down relationship, and it was just… It was toxic.”

“Why were you best friends with her then?”

“Because I was stupid.”

“No. You were hopeful that things could change for the better.”

She lifts an eyebrow. “You have far too much hope and optimism.”

“You do not have enough,” I counter.

“Can you blame me?” she asks, holding out her arms.

“Of course not,” I say with a snort. “But I can have hope enough for both of us.”

Hannah stares off into the distance, not looking at me. "I had a nightmare about them, but just the memory… learning how long they had been sleeping together… Luca and I never… we never had sex without a condom. He didn't want to risk getting me pregnant until after we got married, and that's just as well, but he fucked Brea how many times? Without a condom all of those times, maybe. He could've gotten her pregnant, but she’s probably on the pill. She’s… I don’t know which betrayal hurts me more.”

A sinking feeling comes over me. “You slept with me…”

“All I want to do is to forget all about Luca fucking Brea. Please.” Hannah crawls onto my lap. “Please,” she repeats, brushing my hair back. “Make me forget about him.”

I hesitate and then shake my head. “That’s not—”

“I hate them!” she says passionately, her eyes on fire. Her cheeks are pink again, red, and her chest is heaving. “I hate them. I…”

She grabs my face and kisses me with passion.

With anger.

I’m not sure what exactly is happening, but then, she shoves me back down, shoves away my gellious clothes to free my erection. Of course I’m hard. Just being in the same room with her and looking at her, hearing her soft voice is enough to stir my loins.

She yanks off her clothes in seconds, and there’s nothing romantic about the way she starts to ride me. It’s all fire and passion, yes, but it’s about her wanting to fuck Luca and Brea out of her mind.

If that’s what she needs, I’ll give it to her. I’ll give her anything she needs.

She swivels her hips, making me feel all of her walls. She’s so damn tight that it feels as if she’s going to cut off my cock.

“You like this, don’t you?” she asks, breathless. “You like when I ride you, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I groan. “Ride my cock.”

“You’re so much bigger than Luca,” she says. “Thicker too. Oh, fuck, you fill me up. You’ll fill me, won’t you?”

I grunt. “What if… What if I get you pregnant?” I ask through gritted teeth.

I don’t want to ejaculate inside her. I mean, I do, but I also don’t. She isn’t ready to accept me as her mate, so how can I believe that she’ll accept my son or daughter?

“Just shut up and fill me with your cum. Every drop. I want… I want this to be good for… good for us both… Oh, fuck,” she moans.

I’m fighting with myself. I don’t want to come. I don’t, but this is so good, and I do want her to come.

I sit up, yanking her tight against me. Her boobs are smashed against my chest, and I rub up and down her back as I kiss her deeply, my tongue probing her mouth even as my one hand wanders down to her ass. My finger presses against her puckered hole.

“Do what you want to me,” she whispers before licking my earlobe. “Violate me.”

I still, but just her giving me that permission sends her over the edge. The sheer force of her orgasm has me spilling my seed inside her. She continues to lift and lower herself on me.

“Yes,” she cries. “Make me forget!”

If she’s asking for me to make her forget, then she hasn’t yet, and I growl. I hate that Luca ever touched her, that any other guy had his hands on her, and I want her to forget all about the others.

I shift and move so that she’s beneath me. “You will forget,” I promise her.

“Please, help me to,” she begs. “So hard as you can.”

My lips claim her as I slowly exit her pussy and then slam the length of me back in. She jolts beneath me, and my eyes fly open. She breaks off the kiss, gasping, sucking down air.

“Just like that again,” she demands.

And I am more than happy to oblige.

I fuck her hard, so hard that I think my balls are going to become swollen from bouncing against her so much. I shift back, my legs folded beneath me, and I lift her up to rest on my thighs as I continue to pound into her. Her boobs are bouncing with each slam, and I have two fingers rolling her clit between them, a finger on my other hand up her ass.

Hannah lets out a shriek. “Omur!”

“Yes?” I ask with a grin, still pounding into her. “You like that?”

“Fuck, yes, Omur…”

She relaxes her entire body, but I keep going because I can't stop. I want to feel this pussy every day and every night. No other pussy can compare. With a roar, I keep pumping. My entire body goes numb, and the only thing I can feel is my cock. Warmth follows, and my balls tighten. Ejaculate bursts out of me.

Hannah gives a breathy sigh.

“Are you done?” I ask her.

“You aren’t?”

“Not nearly,” I growl.

“I’ve woken the sexual beast within you, huh?” she asks with a laugh.

“Yes.”

“You can… You can keep going.”

“Only if it will be pleasurable for you.”

“I think you can handle that, don’t you?” she asks dryly.

“Have you forgotten him?”

“Luca?”

“Clearly not,” I spit out.

I claim her lips, kissing her hard. She responds in kind, running her nails down my back, clawing at my small horns that line my spine. Hannah grabs me, holding me to her, and I decide it’s time to share my sexual surprise.

After breaking off the kiss, I draw back, wanting to see her expression. She stares up at me, her lips parted.

Ovian, she’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in any species.

My cock grows warm again, and her eyes widen. She can feel that.

And then, I activate my cock. The moment my cock starts to vibrate, she lets out a shriek. Her walls clench my cock, and I let her orgasm wash over me, not moving, not wanting to orgasm again just yet.

“What… What is that…” she asks, breathless.

“My cock,” I say with pride. “Luca didn’t have anything like that, did he?”

“Who?” she asks. “Fuck me, Omur. Fuck me hard.”

And I do just that. I fuck her hard, trying to make sure I hit every inch of her. At one angle, she jumps, and I hit it again, hoping that jump was from extreme pleasure.

It was. She comes again and again and again.

My arms are sore from holding myself up, and my cock is almost all vibrated out. It takes a lot of energy to make it vibrate like this, and I give in, coming one last time.

Hannah orgasms as well, her cry soft and wordless. She tilts her head back, her chin high, exposing her neck, and I trail kisses along her throat before claiming her lips.

My cock stills and grows soft. My arms are like jelly, and I fall beside her on the bed. The entire room smells like sex, and she cuddles up against me. My body is sore, my back especially, but also my throat too. She sucked and bit me, taking her anger out on me.

Angry sex is kind of amazing.