Tamed By The Alien Barbarian by Celeste King
Jaxil
“I’m coming, don’t get your panties in a twist,” I groaned from under my blanket, though I knew whoever was banging on the door wouldn’t hear me. It was midnight. The fucking audacity of the staff to decide now was a good time to clean. Though there was a high possibility it was Xxuric here to demand they go out and get wasted and wake up under a pile of women.
Nah, not anymore. Not since he found Heather. I heaved a sigh and half-tossed on my robe.
I looked through the peephole and said,
“You’ve got a lot of fucking nerve banging on my door at this hou- Candi?”
Her face looked tiny through the concave glass, but it was unmistakably her. I always remember a blond. And this was one blond whose hair I’d used as a rope for doggy style before. Her voice was muffled. I could barely make her out.
“I’m sorry, but I wouldn’t be the first one of us to show up at the other’s house unannounced, now would I?” Candi mumbled through the door. Impatient, I unlocked the door and yanked it open to glare down at her. My horns bumped up against the top of the doorframe like they always did.
She was dressed in a trench coat cinched tightly around her waist and those knee-high boots I liked to see her in. Candi didn’t know that, of course. I wasn’t about to start shelling out compliments. Not even if I was happy to see her.
“That’s a shit attempt at an apology, screamer.” I said, but I held the door open for her to come in if she wanted to. Candi walked past me and I didn’t bother hiding that I’d got a whiff of her perfume as she flicked her hair over her shoulder. I stayed facing the door, sighing as I closed and locked it. She didn’t even rise to my suggestive nickname.
“If you’re here to yell at me about why you’re justified in trying to sabotage my business, don’t bother. I’m tired and not in the mood for bullsh-“
This was the second time she’d left me speechless this evening. When I turned around, Candi’s trench coat was on the floor, pooled around her feet. She had nothing on except for the most delicate lace underwear I’d ever seen in my life. They barely clung to her shapely frame using a series of impressive straps across her stomach and chest that were vaguely reminiscent of bondage ropes. I supposed that was the intent.
“I am sorry,” Candi said again. She was giving me that look. The same one she’d given me in her apartment, like she’d just won my life’s savings and was gloating about it. It was smug, and damn, was it sexy.
“I came here to show you how sorry I am. Will you let me show you I’m sorry?” she asked. There was a purr in her voice that made my dick twitch but I didn’t trust.
I didn’t even have time to consider it. Candi backed me up against the door, her hand on my chest and her eyes locked onto mine. There was a dangerous look on her face. Her coy smile was bullshit. Then we both looked down. I was rock hard.
Candi dropped to her knees after it, sinking down slowly like she was about to pray for her life. With expert speed, her little hands scrabbled at my lounge pants until the drawstring was loose and I was exposed to her, fully hard and bobbing slightly from her movements.
My body knew what was going on before my brain could process it. I opened my mouth to protest but my hand was already sailing down to grip the back of her head. Her tongue dragged along the underside of my tip and swirled around. Candi gave the tip a kiss and I twitched in response.
Bless that wet, hot mouth. It took me in the best it could, but my girth alone was already puffing out her cheeks. I watched like an addict as she wrapped her lips around me and slid down, her eyes starting on my face and then flickering down and closing as she got into it. No one had ever sucked me off like this before. She swallowed me up and down, going from hilt to tip with a methodical bob of her head and pausing to lick the underside of the tip each time. Then she’d start the process over again like it was nothing. Her head never stopped moving.
She looked amazing. I could see her squatting on those high heels like she’d done it a thousand times before, her thighs thick and full from the effort to hold her up.
“Fuck,” I groaned, egging her on, “Yeah, suck it hard.”
I couldn’t help it. I was supposed to be angry but my brain had turned to mush. All I could think about was angling my hips to bury myself deeper into her throat. She moaned, too, and I thought maybe she was thinking the same thing. She went after me hard, and I barely had time to warn her with a clipped “I’m coming, Candi,” before I released. I gushed greedily into her mouth and watched with a dark satisfaction as she struggled to catch all of me in her throat. She gagged a little and I groaned again, loving the sound.
My eyes opened when my dick felt suddenly cold. Candi was halfway across the room, teetering on those heels to get to the front door. She was holding her hand over her mouth.
“Whoa, where are you going? You don’t even have your coat.” I asked, lifting my pants back up over my ass and hopping to get my dick back in before I tied them around my waist. I caught Candi halfway there, gripping her upper arm and looking down at her face.
“What the hell…” I said. Her mouth was closed tight and she was looking up at him, wide-eyed. “Are you?” I didn’t even have to finish, because I knew the answer.
Candi turned her head away and pushed at my hand, but I held tighter. What the hell was she doing trying to carry my fucking sperm away? My hand was at her throat before she could even think of moving again.
“Swallow it” I said through clenched teeth. My tongue flickered, but not out of lust. Surprise made Candi jump and swallow at once.
“Fuck you, let me leave!” Candi said breathlessly, swallowing one more time to try to get it all down. “Or at least give me some water.” She coughed.
“Or you can walk me through whatever the fuck it was you were just trying to do?” I offered. I crossed my arms over my chest, frowning deeply. She looked guilty, but huddled up in that lingerie against his front door, she also looked deliciously cornered. I eyed her chest openly as she stumbled through an explanation. “Now.” I insisted.
“Fine, god,” she said, frowning back up at me. Her cheeks were red and she tried hard not to make eye contact, but I dipped my head down so she had to look at me.
“Fine!” she said again. Maybe Candi was steeling herself. “I needed...well I was trying to get your DNA because I thought maybe...you know the way we’ve been looking at each other was like, not normal-”
“Spit it out,” I said, but not harshly. I was too curious to be angry now.
“I thought I might be your genetic match. My friend told me I needed your DNA to make sure, so I wanted to get it without having to fucking embarrass myself and ask you about it.”
I was quiet for a second. Then, I laughed.
“And coming over in the middle of the night to suck me dry was your way of avoiding embarrassing yourself? You couldn’t have tried to get some of my hair, or wait until I used a coffee cup around you?” I asked.
My mind was racing a mile a minute. She had the same suspicions Xxuric had. Her being my genetic match would perfectly explain why I’d thought about burying myself to the hilt in every one of her holes since the second I’d met her.
Candi flung her hands up and said, “Listen, I don’t know what the fuck is going on, but this is literally the only option I considered seriously. You’re doing something to me! I feel like some sort of sex monster when it comes to you. I can’t stop thinking about you.”
I blinked, stunned. She went on,
“Nobody else does this to me. I was like sprinting over here for the chance to blow you, Jaxil.”
That did it. I grabbed the back of her head and muttered at her to shut up. Then I leaned down and kissed her. Both of our bodies draped themselves on the front door, which clicked closed and sealed us in another fiery kiss.
