The Alien’s Claim by Zoey Draven

Chapter Twenty-Nine

The pain was manageable, but even still, she squeezed Jaxor’s shoulder.

His pupils were dark and so reflective that she saw herself in them. His eyes had never left her, so he caught the wince and immediately stilled. Erin was still in disbelief that somehow their bodies had fit together, and at first, she hadn’t noticed the concern on his face.

“Luxiva,” he whispered down to her, his big palm coming to cup her cheek.

“I’m okay,” she replied. It took a moment for the dull pinching to fade, but when it did, she said, “Try.”

When he slid out and slowly thrust back inside, she felt her muscles clench tight but eventually relax around him. There was only a dull ache, which faded in a few moments…and then all she felt was him.

“Tev?” he rumbled down to her, petting her, nuzzling the sharp edge of his nose across her temple and jaw. Jaxor was incredibly affectionate, she was realizing, and the thought made her smile.

In response, she bucked her hips against him, making him give out a sharp, surprised groan.

He seemed to act on instinct when he pulled from her and gave another powerful thrust, one that made her moan out loud this time. But she was so full of him. The circular knobs and the ridges lining the top and bottom of his cock slid and caressed and stimulated nerve endings inside her that she didn’t even know existed. And it felt divine, now that most of the pain had passed.

“More,” she urged, her fingernails curling into his wide, broad shoulders. He made a deep purring sound that made her sex clench around him and his pace quickened, his strokes deepened.

Every thrust made goosebumps break out over her skin that had nothing to do with the rain sliding over their bodies. Her scalp tingled and her belly burned with the pleasure.

Oh my God, she thought, her eyes widening. He was already building the orgasm up inside her, stroking it, tending to it, feeding it. Again, she had the stray thought that she should be jealous of his skill as a lover. How many females had he perfected this with?

But then she moaned and she bit into the ball of his strong shoulder before kissing and laving the bite away.

“Wicked rixella,” he grunted, his hands planted on both sides of her face, those eyes searing her. “Open wider for your male.”

Her lips would’ve curled in delight at his request had she not felt the overwhelming need to do as he said. And quickly. She unclasped her legs from around his taut waist—not even remembering when she’d wrapped them around him in the first place—and let them fall wide.

Jaxor hissed and Erin cried out when he used the position to drive into her deeper. As deep as he could possibly be.

“Tev, brixav ta, luxiva,” he groaned, the tendons in his neck straining. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the way the muscles in his arms trembled and flexed with his pleasure. “Vellixa.”

She didn’t know the Luxirian words that he spoke, but she heard the reverence in his tone. Bringing their bodies closer, he ground his pelvis into her clit with every lingering thrust and when she looked up at him in surprise, his gaze was knowing and challenging.

Like he was daring her to orgasm first.

The nerve of this male, she thought, delighted.

“You drive me mad,” she hissed.

“You like it,” he rasped, those dark eyes never leaving hers, that voice caressing her like crushed velvet.

“I do,” she whispered, her lips parting, feeling the orgasm he was so expertly trying to wring from her beginning to rise. “Oh God.”

His eyes were victorious even as his head lowered to her breasts. He nudged the tip of his sharp horn against one of her nipples and she froze, hardly daring to breathe, even when she felt the heat in her belly explode from the erotic sight.

Had he guessed that she might like this?

Of course he did,she thought, breathless.

His horn pricked her a little, gently, just enough pain for her before his mouth was soothing it, his wet, warm tongue taking away the sting.

“Bite me,” she challenged softly, her fingernails leaving half-moon crescents in his back. She wanted to explore this with him. For the first time in her life, she wasn’t too afraid or self-conscious to ask for these things of a sexual partner. “Mark me as yours.”

He growled against her flesh, perhaps liking that idea entirely too much too. He sucked hard on her nipple, his sharp teeth grazing it, but he pulled away. Instead, he nibbled at the fleshy underside of her breast, applying just enough pressure that she knew it would leave a mark, a bruise, just enough pressure that it made her hips buck and her toes curl before he released her.

Then he buried his head into her neck, biting her there too, adding to the collection of hickeys on the column of her throat. Erin wished she had a mirror there on Luxiria, if only to look at them whenever she pleased.

“Like this?” he rasped in her ear when he finished. “You like my mark on you?”

“Yes,” she whispered, gasping when he thrust into her harder, her breasts bobbing with the power of it. “Just as much as you like seeing it on me,” she challenged.

He groaned, feeling her muscles beginning to clench around him with her impending orgasm. “Soon, I will mark you in the most permanent way, rixella. But not here. The blood bond is only performed in sacred places.”

Blood bond.

Erin’s lips parted, looking up at him. She’d heard of it, of course, from the other mated women.

“Now, come for me,” he growled, pulling back. He changed their positions. He went to his knees between her splayed thighs, lifting her hips, wrapping his arms around her back. “Put your arms over your head and keep them there.”

She felt a rush of wetness at his command.

“You want me tied up?” she huffed out, thinking back to when he’d first taken her from the Golden City, of him keeping her wrists tied up.

He didn’t say anything, but she saw the way his eyes burned with the thought. So, it seemed her alien lover had kinks of his own. Her lips curled in delight and she did as he demanded, mirroring the position she’d assumed when he’d first caught her by the waterfall.

It was a position of vulnerability, of surrender. But Erin didn’t feel weak in that position. She felt unbelievably powerful. Jaxor looked down at her, never ceasing his thrusts into her body. With her hips raised, he used his kneeling position as leverage to fuck her thoroughly. With every teeth-chattering, mind-numbing, spine-tingling thrust of that glorious cock, her breasts bounced and their bodies slapped together, primal and invigorating and right.

Feminine power coursed through her. She’d never felt as desired or wanted or beautiful or sensual as she did in that moment, with Jaxor’s eyes on hers. She knew what this was. He was claiming her as his. But what Erin hadn’t expected was to feel like she was claiming him too.

His claws pricked into her hips. She felt her clit flutter once, felt the deep, delicious slide of his cock inside her—

Jaxor tensed, leaning forward, sensing she was on the edge.

And then Erin was crying out, her back arching on the cold, wet stone of the base. Pleasure ripped through her, tearing her apart until it built her back up. She never tore her gaze away from Jaxor, even as her breathing went ragged, even as her body thrashed. Her skin grew so sensitive that she could feel every drop of rain on her skin, sliding down her body like little caresses.

“Vrax,” he murmured, his tone desperate, feeling her body tighten like a vise around him. “I feel you, luxiva.Following you—”

He broke off his strained words, his hips quickening between her thighs. Then he was roaring to the dark sky, his head thrown back, the column of his thick neck strained.

Erin’s breath hitched, feeling his seed shoot into her body, warmth coating her inner walls, lash after lash, impossibly hot. It filled her as he shook over her, continuing and continuing.

She’d never seen anything so erotic as watching Jaxor lose himself between her thighs.

And she received every last drop from him.

When it was over, he sank down next to her, spent. He never left her body. In fact, even after that orgasm, his cock was still hard, still pulsing inside her.

Jaxor pulled her into his arms, his breathing ragged, hers too. Now that it was over, she felt the way she trembled. She felt his mark on her neck, on her breast. She felt the heat leaking from between her legs, running down between them.

She felt high on sex. She’d expected that she might feel dread or fear over what they’d just done, but…she didn’t. She only felt the warmth of his skin and the way his breath fanned out heavily on her skin.

She whispered, “Why haven’t we been doing this from the beginning?”

Erin felt him press a kiss into her soaked hair, felt his palm glide over her arm, her breasts, her waist, until it settled on her hip. She swore she felt tingling sparks follow in his hand’s wake.

“It is done now,” he murmured.

But as Erin settled in his arms, she realized he sounded almost sad as he said it.