The Alien’s Claim by Zoey Draven

Chapter Twenty

“Wait,” Erin gasped, gripping his horns and pulling him away from her breast. “J-just wait.”

Jaxor groaned, the feel of her soft hands around his horns traveling straight to his cock. Didn’t she know anything about Luxirian males in this state? She may as well have been stroking him.

Then again, why would she know? Unless she’d had affairs with other males during her time in the Golden City. The thought made his claws curl, made hot jealousy rise in his chest, when the only thing he’d ever been jealous of in his entire lifespan had been Vaxa’an.

“I need to think,” she rasped, blinking though her lids were heavy. Desire was dizzying. It fogged the mind and dulled the limbs. Desire was dangerous, but Jaxor felt it coiling in his belly and he wanted to give in to it. Just for a little while. He was so tired of fighting it.

“About what?” he questioned, his head dipping again. He trailed his mouth over her throat before his teeth nipped at her flesh. She moaned, the sound breathless and desperate.

He wanted to put his mouth on hers again. Had thought of little else. When his head pulled back, his eyes dropped to her lips. They were flushed pink and looked soft.

“You’re…” she started, shaking her head. “You’re making it hard to think.”

Jaxor grinned and he heard her breath hitch. Then he didn’t hesitate. He slanted his head and kissed her, brushing his lips against hers the way she’d done a couple nights ago.

Her hands went to his bare shoulders and squeezed. He felt the slide of her peaked nipples across his chest and the feeling made him crazed. His Instinct was pushing, pushing, further and further into the forefront of his mind. Reason was becoming lost. All the reasons why this was a terrible idea became faded.

If Jaxor mated her, he would never let her go. His deal would be forfeit with the Mevirax. They would brand him a traitor. His opportunity to help his people and to take revenge for the lives lost would be gone.

And yet, Jaxor was tempted.

Sotempted.

Erin kissed him back, finally. Her hands delved into the hair she’d cut and gripped him, angling her head so he could kiss her harder. It was a wild, desperate thing, their teeth clashing together, more carnal than tender.

They might not like each other—they might fight more than anything—but Jaxor had never doubted this. That she wanted him and he wanted her with an intensity that seemed impossible.

“I need to taste you, rixella,” he murmured, pulling away, his lips feeling stung and swollen. Hers were red. He may have nibbled on them in the midst of it all, he couldn’t remember.

Her brows furrowed in confusion, but then she gasped when he lifted her from the hot springs, settling her generous backside on the stone of the pool’s edge. Her back was to the looming darkness.

“J-Jaxor?” she whispered, questioning.

Then he spread her thighs and understanding dawned in her gaze. She looked down on him with a glowing gaze, the golden light from the lantern reflecting in her eyes. He waited, wanting to see if she would push him away. Jaxor looked up at her, her heaving breasts swollen, her lips bright red, and her cunt…her perfect sex was on display, inches away, glistening and pink.

Erin said nothing. All she did was spread her thighs a little wider and lean back on her elbows.

The beginnings of his seed pushed from his cock at the sight, at the knowledge that his female was allowing him this luxury for the first time.

Jaxor wasted no time. He slung her legs over his shoulders, positioning himself closer.

Then his head dipped. His tongue flicked out.

Erin’s stunned gasp quickly turned into a moan, reverberating around the cave. Jaxor tightened his hands around her thighs, so much so that he was afraid he’d cut her with his claws. His blood roared in his ears. She tasted divine. Sweet and musky and perfect.

He groaned, lapping inside her cunt, deeper and deeper. The muscles in her thighs squeezed and loosened. When he looked up at her, her eyes were squeezed shut, her head tilted back, her plump, soft lips parted in a soundless cry.

Jaxor felt on the verge of coming just looking at her. He wondered if he would, without any physical stimulation at all.

Her inner walls were slick and wet, ready for him. With a growl, he pulled his tongue from her and then lapped at her folds. She jerked when he reached a small area, a tiny bundle of nerves.

“Good?” he rasped, flickering his gaze up at her.

“Yes,” she breathed. So he repeated the movement, licking at the spot. Luxirian females didn’t have it, but his human female seemed to enjoy its stimulation tremendously. “Oh!”

Jaxor’s horns were pressing into her belly, they were so stiff with his arousal. He made a dark sound in his throat when her hand came to one, guiding his head to that little spot, holding him there.

Vrax. Jaxor’s horns had always been particularly sensitive during matings. He was helpless against her when she touched them in that way and his tongue licked wildly at the spot that seemed to bring her the most pleasure.

“What do you call this?” he murmured, raising his head briefly. Softly, he placed his finger on it, mindful of his claws, and her hips bucked upwards, her back arching.

“My clit,” she whispered, as if she didn’t trust her voice.

Jaxor made another sound in his throat. “And you like it when I lick you here, rixella?”

Her eyes met his, her hand tightening on his horn, as if afraid he’d move away. “Yes.”

“How much?”

“Very much.”

He grinned, his lips wet from her arousal. “Ask me.”

Her gaze narrowed, though he saw the way they lit with interest. “You want me to beg?”

He trailed the calloused pad of his finger over her clit and her brows drew together, pleasure erupting over her features just from that light touch. Fascinating and arousing. Jaxor’s other hand delved beneath the water, squeezing his cock tightly when he felt like he might come.

Erin saw the hasty movement. Her back seemed to arch a little more, drawing Jaxor’s gaze to her breasts, to her brown-tinted hard nipples, and his jaw clenched, wanting to draw them into his mouth once more.

“I would not be opposed to hearing you beg,” he finally said, his voice deep and roughened.

“I won’t beg,” she whispered, a challenge in her gaze.

His nostrils flared. “Nix?” Stubborn female.

Her smile was languid. Jaxor swallowed hard. Already his mouth was watering for more of her taste, but now there was a challenge between them, one he’d foolishly issued.

“No,” she murmured. She laid back, off her elbow, keeping her hand on his horn. “If you won’t make me come, I’ll have to do it myself.”

His pupils went wide with her words.

“Wicked rixella,” he rasped, though it almost sounded like a curse to his ears. She kept him in place, poised between her thighs, but her fingers replaced his on her clit. Slowly, she rubbed, circling the flesh as Jaxor’s heartbeat thundered in his chest.

He would’ve grinned, showing his delight, but she held his eyes, as if wondering whether he would break.

Unable to help himself, his hand moved over his cock. Erin’s eyes flickered to the ripples the movement made in the water, to the way his muscles flexed and shifted in his arm. A hint of a smile touched her lips—was she as delighted in him as he was in her?—before they parted and a soft moan escaped her.

His nostrils flared when her hand tightened on his horn, stroking over the smooth, sensitive bone. Then her fingers moved, trailing over her folds, before she inserted a finger into her sex.

“Vrax,” he bit out, his free hand gripping her thigh.

“You would make me come right now if it was your tongue and not my finger,” she murmured, gaze half-lidded.

A frustrated groan escaped him, his Instinct pushing at him, urging him to pleasure his female.

“Tev?”

“Yes.”

“All you have to do is ask.”

“All I have to do is beg, you mean,” she replied, shaking her head, a shuddering sigh escaping her when she added another finger, stretching her sex. Jaxor was so close, he saw the way her fingers came away slick before she plunged them back in. He felt something he hadn’t felt over the past few spans…that crazed, mind-numbing feeling. She’d kept him calm, hadn’t she? But not right now. He felt it rising with his Instinct. “Maybe you should beg, Jaxor.”

She pulled her fingers from her sex. They were glistening with her arousal and Jaxor’s lips were around them before she had a chance to pull them away.

He groaned when she gasped. He was right on the edge of orgasm. He feared tasting her would send him over the edge before she found her own pleasure.

Maybe he would give in, after all.

He shook his head, trying to clear some of the fog. That crazed feeling was growing. A part of him worried that if it grew too much, he would leap from the springs, turn her over, and fuck her like some wild beast. He would only be calmed by her moans and cries echoing in the cave, from her cunt squeezing him tight.

Vrax!

Her fingers, now slick from his tongue, went to her clit. He let out a guttural, rough sound, his jaw clenching so hard he was surprised he didn’t break bone and teeth.

His seed was rising in his shaft. He would shame himself because he desired her so much.

With a soft groan, he batted away her hand, deciding to give in to her because if he did not, he would lose his fucking mind.

Erin’s cry of pleasure, of victory, reverberated in his ears as he suckled on her clit, tasting her heat and musk and need.

“Oh God,” she choked out before her hips bucked. In a wordless cry, her back arched, her fist squeezed on his horns, and she began to orgasm on his tongue.

It set into motion his own orgasm, blinding pricks of pleasure making his cock spasm underneath the water. He roared into her flesh as she gasped helplessly. Over and over again, he pumped his seed into the water. Even when his varx were empty of it, his body still jerked.

His wicked, wicked rixella was descending from her own orgasm, little shivers racking her.

Jaxor’s forehead dropped to rest on her inner thigh, still scenting her arousal. His chest heaved. He closed his eyes, wondering if he’d ever known this kind of pleasure before her.

He feared he wouldn’t be able to live without it now.

Without her.