The Alien’s Claim by Zoey Draven

Chapter Twenty-Four

Later that night, after they’d both eaten their fill of obiraxi and jerky and the crunchy tubers that Jaxor grew in his base, they retreated to the small cave. Jaxor had fixed the door after pulling it off its hinges, keeping out most of the cold once he secured it tight.

The single lantern flickered softly as Erin crawled into Jaxor’s lap and straddled his thighs.

He’d been quiet the rest of the day, after telling her about the Mevirax and his involvement with them. She’d sensed the truth in his voice. Her gut told her that he spoke the truth, that perhaps, this was his way of mending things with her. For the first time, Erin wondered if there really was something to be explored with him.

Of course, there were so many other things to consider. But that night, she just wanted to be present with him and not worry about what would come.

Sitting in his lap, she tugged her tunic over her head. It was dark enough in the cave that she didn’t feel an overwhelming sense of self-consciousness about her body, which she was aware was very different than Luxirian females. But heat flared in Jaxor’s eyes, telling her everything she needed to know.

That he desired her greatly, that he wanted her just as much as she wanted him. Things had changed between them so rapidly. The past couple days had felt like weeks together. She wondered what the next couple days would bring, the feelings that would he would stir.

Jaxor didn’t touch her though. He remained still—though she felt his cock straining in his loincloth, which she realized he mostly wore at night—and simply gazed at her bared body, at her breasts, her waist, the flare of her hips, her sex.

“You haven’t had any release today,” she murmured, leaning forward to drag her lips across his granite jaw. She heard his deep swallow, felt the way his muscles tightened. She smiled. He’d called her a temptress last night and for the first time, she actually felt like one. “Don’t you ache?”

He’d brought her to two orgasms that morning, but he’d denied himself entirely. She wondered why.

When she reached down, he bit out a quiet curse as her hand wrapped around his straining cock. His hand came to hers, his eyes a little wild.

Her lips parted, swallowing when she realized how hard he was. Heat was pouring from him and when she looked down at the tip, pre-cum shimmered there, leaking down the sides.

“You have been aching,” she whispered, raising her eyes. She almost felt ashamed that he’d been like this without her knowledge.

Even though his hips jerked when she tightened her grip, he attempted to pull her hand away.

“Rixella, I do not think we should—” Erin stroked down and up quickly, making him hiss in pleasure. “Vrax!”

He was sensitive. He needed to come, that much was obvious. It turned her on just thinking about pleasuring him.

Erin smiled, her nipples tingling, her belly fluttering with anticipation. Slowly, she stroked his cock, up and down, tightening her grip around the head and at the very base. The knobs and ridges that lined the top and bottom of his shaft felt good across her palm. She could only imagine how exquisite they would feel inside her.

He shook his head, again trying to pull her hand away. “Rixella, you do not need to do this.”

“I want to,” she corrected. “Do you want to feel how much?”

Jaxor said something in Luxirian, looking down between their bodies as she slid her sex against his cock. The heat made her moan, made her pussy clench with want and need as she left a trail of her arousal on his cock.

His expression was one of desperate disbelief when he met her eyes. He wanted this, but for some reason, he was trying to dissuade her.

“Let me make you come first, luxiva,” he said, his tone hurried and pleading.

Erin stilled. He’d called her luxiva. And this time, it wasn’t in mockery. He’d called her fated mate in his language, and he’d meant it.

Did he even realize?

“No,” she whispered, pressing her lips to his, softly stroking his tongue with her own, making him groan into her mouth. “This time, I get to make you come first.”

When she pulled back, his head fell back, resting on the stone wall of the cave, the column of his neck exposed, the strong line of his jaw even more prominent. His eyes were hooded in defeat and his abdomen clenched violently when she gave him another long, hard stroke.

“Yes?” she whispered.

His eyes closed for a brief moment. For some reason, Erin thought she caught a flash of guilt on his face, but it was gone as quickly as it appeared, making her think she’d imagined it.

“Tev,” he rasped.

She grinned in triumph as his hands finally came to her. One curled around her hip, the other toyed with one of her nipples, making her bite her bottom lip.

When the stimulation became too much, too soon, she quickly slipped off his lap and knelt between his legs, which she moved until they bracketed around her.

His eyes were burning into her, his pupils blown wide again, dilated. She threw her hair to one side, over her shoulder, and then leaned down.

Jaxor hissed when she ran her lips over his shaft, his thighs tensing around her.

She grinned. “Sensitive?” she asked, quirking a brow.

“Wicked rixella,” he murmured, though he said it like a curse.

“Yes, I am,” she whispered. And then she opened her lips and drew the head of his cock inside, sucking softly.

His bellow echoed in the cave, his hips hitching ever so slightly, though at the last moment, he stopped himself.

Erin moaned around him, her clit throbbing, arousal beginning to coat her inner thighs, and the vibration made him hiss.

This was fun. Watching such a powerful male lose control, knowing she was the cause. She tried to widen her jaw, to take as much of his cock into her mouth as she could, but he was big. Her jaw was already aching with his sheer size, but she wouldn’t let that deter her.

Her cheeks hollowed as she continued to suck, bobbing her head over his hot, thick length.

Luxirian words she didn’t know poured from him. His eyes closed when she suckled on his sensitive head, lapping at the pre-cum there, before they opened immediately, as if he needed to witness every moment of what she was doing to him. That action alone made her feel confident and sexy and desired.

It didn’t take much. Jaxor had seemingly been on edge all day, ever since that morning. Before long, a wildness entered his gaze, his throat bobbing, his jaw gritting.

She licked a line up the side of his cock, her eyes shining with desire that sizzled through her entire body. She was soaked and aching too. “Are you going to come now?”

“Tev,” he grunted. “You make me crazed, rixella.”

She squeezed her thighs together and sucked on his head, wrapping one of her fists around his base and stroking quickly.

“Ahh,” he bellowed, dragging deep lungfuls of air into his lungs. “Vrax, luxiva, I am—”

His body bucked, his muscles seeming to grow in size. She felt the way his cock grew, swelling between her lips, before hot lashes of his come began to pump inside her mouth.

A surprised noise came from her, her pussy fluttering helplessly, as he filled her. His expression was one of ecstasy, though his eyes were dark and promised revenge. Eventually, she had to pull away and his seed continued to arc from the tip of his cock, shimmering as it landed over her breasts and stomach.

Eventually, it stopped and Jaxor slumped, a deep groan echoing from him when he watched her throat bob, knowing she’d swallowed his seed.

His cock was still hard and Erin was still very turned on. That kind of arousal made her want to be reckless, made her want to do things she knew she shouldn’t for a variety of reasons. When she straddled his hips again, she pressed close, ignoring his seed coating the front of her body, and pleaded, “I want to feel you inside me, Jaxor. Please. I need to. I need to so much.”

Erin felt like if she didn’t get him inside her right then, she would never be satisfied. Never in her life had she ever felt this kind of crazy need. She almost felt panicked, needing him that much. Was it the Instinct’s doing?

Just as she was reaching for his cock, he rasped, “Nix.”

Frustration ate at her. “Why?” she cried.

She watched as he brought one of his hands up and tore off the pointed tips of two claws with his teeth, dulling them.

Realization made her roll her hips over him. Delicious heat was still pouring from his cock and it would be so, so easy just to feed him slowly inside her.

But Jaxor, for whatever reason, wouldn’t allow it, perhaps because he was too sensitive after coming that hard.

Instead, he placed his fingers against her sex and Erin didn’t hesitate as she rocked her hips against him, sliding down onto the claws he’d dulled for her, to prevent hurting her.

Moaning, she thrust against him. His fingers filled her, a poor replacement for his cock, but they still felt so good.

“Vrax, you are so wet, rixella,” he murmured, his brow furrowing in disbelief.

“Your cock would slide right in,” she said, still trying to persuade him in her recklessness.

He hissed out a sharp breath, as if imagining it. Instead of giving her what she wanted, however, his fingers curled ever so slightly, and her body jerked when he, perhaps unknowingly, hit her G-spot.

“Oh God,” she whispered, squeezing her eyes tight. “Yes, right there!”

She ground her hips down, fucking his fingers, pretending it was his mouth-watering cock. She still tasted his seed on her tongue. When she reached down with her hand to rub her clit, it only took a single moment before a violent orgasm was racking her body.

Erin cried out, only dimly aware that Jaxor steadied her when she was on the verge of toppling over. Her thighs trembled, her belly clenched, light burst in her vision, and it continued to build and build until there was nothing left of her.

When it was finally over, she slumped forward into him, breathing hard against his slick chest.

His fingers left her—leaving her achingly empty—and his other hand came to her hair, stroking his fingers through it. He was gentle as he soothed her, a deep, relaxing purr starting up in his chest, rumbling underneath her cheek.

She could hear the way his heart thundered in his chest. She saw the mark of Oxandri, centimeters from her eyes.

That was the last thing she saw before she closed her eyes.

And her last thought before the world disappeared was: I better be careful or I will want him forever.