Chapter Five

Chapter Five

Tanner

Moaning—not in fear or anger, but with growing passion—Tanner arched into the silver man as he pressed her into the ground.

It was dark in her shelter. She'd fallen asleep after bathing, more bothered by the cootie in her palm than she let herself admit. It itched. Vibrated. Wiggled. And it was driving her crazy. She'd even tried using a knife to dig it out, but that hurt and the damned thing moved, shifted so she couldn't get under it.

Even more creepy… as soon as she stopped digging at her flesh, it stopped bleeding and healed as if she'd never touched it.

Now, with the silver and black striped man sitting on top of her, the cootie started to pulse. She swore it hummed in pleasure and released an aphrodisiac into her bloodstream. She definitely developed a craving she never felt before. Tanny wasn't a virgin. She'd had sex before. Had a relationship that lasted two years and a few one-night stands—and had decided she could take sex or leave it. Mostly because it wasn't worth the trouble.

This was new. This feral obsession seemed to be an overwhelming physical urge. Demanding she open both body and mind to the gorgeous, silver alien who was currently rubbing his naked flesh over hers. It should have frightened her. He should have frightened her.

Her gaze locked on his face, on the beautiful silver and black color of his skin. He had a trim beard with long, thick dark hair and dark brown eyes. The eyes were lit from within, fierce and hungry when he looked down at her.

His gaze was intense. So locked on her that she shifted her head, choosing to focus instead on his heavily muscled chest and arms. Then she noticed his tattoo. It was amazing. Tribal-style scrollwork that trailed from the top of his right shoulder to his elbow and right over his bicep where she could see a stylized bird.

She felt his hard length glide over her flesh and she moved into him, seeking more.

Tanner realized she wasn't afraid of this man. Maybe it was because he seemed as out of control as she was. She could tell he didn't want this. Didn't want her.

Perversely, that made her crave his touch. She needed him to surrender to whatever craziness existed between them. To admit, he desired her the same way. "I don't want you either," Tanny moaned and shuddered, her body writhing beneath his. What a big fat lie that was.

Shocked, she saw the tattoos on his right bicep splinter. Some of the pieces inched down his arm. He held her wrists pressed into the ground by her head. Tanny knew those little black squiggly lines were coming for her.

Staggered by the sight, Tanner didn't know what to do. To say. Had the silver man noticed what was happening? "Your tattoo moved!" she groaned and bucked beneath him. "One just entered my body." The words left her in a hiss of sound. He probably thought she was crazy. Right now, she didn't care. Her entire body pulsed and shuddered.

Somehow, Tanner knew those little squiggly bands were racing to join the cootie the silver bird pushed under her skin.

His body jolted. He leaned forward, pressing all that naked flesh into hers. "They what?" Loosening his hold, he looked down at her for a second, then shifted to peer at his arm. "Siluthien Hell!" The obvious irritation on his face was somehow comforting. He turned his head back to look at her and noticed the black, gyrating cootie on her palm. His eyes rounded in shock.

Tanny gasped at the sensation of the bands traveling through her body. It should have freaked her out, but it felt fantastic. All warm and... sexy. She whispered, "The small dark strips of ink separated from the big ones on your arm and crawled into my body. They're rushing to my palm."

His brow furrowed. "What's on your hand?"

The silver man never stopped moving against her body. His hips fit perfectly in the notch at the top of her thighs. She could feel his cock slide over her wet heat, rubbing over her clit. Her body thrummed, tension growing, need spiraling out of control. And somehow those damn black bands fed her craving for his man. She should fight it. Should protest. Should do a whole hell of a lot of things she had no intention of attempting.

He released one of her hands, the one without the cootie. Instead of pushing him away, she reached up and tangled her fingers in all that dark hair, holding him in place.

Tanny shifted, rolled her hips to meet the light stroke of his cock, needing more pressure. The silver alien gasped a little at her movement. He didn't protest, but he didn't push harder or move faster, either. Nor did he slip inside her body. He just… continued sliding over her clit, driving her crazy. She wanted more and tightened her grip on his hair.

The alien leaned into her, bending down to look at her palm. Whispering in her ear, he asked, "How did you capture this piece of me?"

Tanny's body shuddered at the sensation.

He didn't sound happy with her, yet he licked the edge of her ear, and then turned his head and tugged her palm to his mouth. Slowly, he laved the small black dot with his tongue.

The cootie went crazy. The moist heat of his mouth definitely drove it… and the pieces of the tattoo that had slipped inside her into a crazed sexual frenzy.

The silver man moaned as if he, too, were being driven wild by something inside him. Letting his body drop over hers, he turned his head so not only were they chest-to-chest but also face-to-face. His breath tickled—his lips paused just inches from hers.

"We might regret this. Yet, I can't resist your body. This has never happened to me before, and I don't want to resist. My mating bands have chosen this for us. If you don't want me to fuck you… you better say no and mean it." He punctuated his whispered words with a soft thrust of his hips, gliding over her clit until he snagged the head of his cock at her opening. Then he bent down and nibbled at her lips. She opened for him, falling into the kiss.

Her alien flexed his hips, pulling back the tip of his cock and then moving forward, ever so slowly. Parting her folds, stretching her entrance. He was so fucking big and she wanted every inch.

Those… mating bands thrummed in all the right places within her body. Tanner was glad this hadn't happened to the silver man before. She didn't want to think this was something he did every day. For herself, she couldn't decide if the sensations were a bad thing or a good thing. Right now... it didn't matter. She gasped, dragging her lips away from his. Panting, she told him, "I feel them. Those tattoos… Bands… Inside, here." She palmed her breast. "One is just here. It feels... amazing. I'm sure as hell not saying no. Yes! God, yes." Wiggling, she tried to get him to move, to sink into her.

She noticed Binja blink, then a smile replaced the frown on his face. His expression turned hot, knowing. Bending a bit, he curled over her, eyeing her breasts. He propped himself up with one hand and used the other to trace the dark shadow surrounding each areola.

Tanner squirmed in his arms. The bands had found erogenous zones she didn't know she had. The living tattoos pulsed, vibrated, and teased her from both the inside and out. Leaning in, he feathered his lips over hers. A flicker of the bands inside made her gasp, and Binja fused his mouth to hers. He kissed her as if his life depended on her response.

This may not have happened to him before, but it appeared BinjaOB was a fast learner. He acted as if the bands inside her body... communicated to him. His living tattoos amplified each caress of his flesh. Every stroke of his hand, each nip of his teeth… was met with the band's vibrations inside her. Any objection she had to this alien style of loving ended when the first orgasm pulsed through her body. He hadn't even fucked her yet, and this was the best sex she'd ever had.

Tanner had no idea this kind of pleasure was an option. It was mind-blowing, addicting. "More," she pleaded.

In response to her plea, Binja's mouth found her breast. He suckled one, while his fingertips and the black squiggly lines tormented the other. Together, man and alien bands pushed her to peak, and then stopped. Keeping her from climaxing, waiting just long enough for her heartbeat to settle and her body to cool... then they started again. Torturing her with pleasure. Her body caught fire, and she burned, needed.

Desperately needed. "Fuck me," she begged.

By this time the fire created by the bonds only eased when Binja's mouth soothed, or the slide of his flesh alleviated the ache for his touch. The bands created a need that only BinjaOB could fill.

"I can't breathe, I can't think," she moaned, moving into his touch.

"You are sure you want me? We can't take this back," he murmured over her lips.

Tanner felt his cock… throbbing against her flesh. In position and ready to thrust inside her. What was he talking about? T ake it back? No. She bucked upward. "Yes. Yes. Do it. God, please fuck me."

Surging forward, her silver man gave her what she begged for. He pushed inside and locked their bodies together. Tanner fought to stay conscious when her body exploded. She lost count of the orgasms and lost her mind in the process. It didn't take her long to realize the bands had become part of his cock. She was pretty sure she would die from the overwhelming pleasure.