Chapter 12 | Kara

Chapter 12

Kara

I never believed in all that fated mate stuff, not the way some of my friends at college went on about finding their one and only. In hindsight, some were probably more interested in the big fancy wedding, the two kids, and the dog. The stability of a warm and safe home was appealing to them, but I was starting to learn that you didn’t need fancy words and a white picket fence to have that.

Not when I had my alien chef and four strong arms around me. I knew that there was no safer place in the galaxy than right here with Rex. And lust? We had plenty of that—the very explosive and passionate kind. Ever since that kiss, I’d been dying to feel more of it, to have another taste of Rex. Tonight he was delivering, and I didn’t even care that this had started as a ploy to hide me from some stranger on the street. I didn’t want the moment to end, no matter where it led.

His mouth on mine, his hands on my ass, and the heavy ridge of his cock against my folds were enough to drive any girl crazy. I moaned shamelessly in his arms, pressing closer so I could find friction against that impressive bulge. He felt hot, and his mood spots were a deep flushed fuchsia, the darkest pink I’d seen yet. The room was dark, Rex’s home was barely insulated against the cold desert nights, but even without the heater, I didn’t feel it. Not when he was blazing so much warmth.

Without lifting his head from my mouth, we moved across the room to the hammock, and my heart rate spiked when my back collided with the blankets and pillows. I swayed, caged in his arms but cradled by the hammock. In the dark, Rex’s green and yellow eyes glowed like a cat’s might; combined with the soft starlight coming through the window, it was the only light by which to see. He moved his upper hands between us in rapid motions that I couldn’t understand, but I sensed their urgency.

“I want you, Rex,” I said when he paused and tilted his head in what was his way of asking a question. It was apparently the right thing to say; I could feel his chest vibrate beneath my fingers as I said his name, his eyes growing hooded as his eyelids lowered. I clung to his upper shoulders when he started to move, his lower hands massaging my ass before gliding down my legs to free my feet from my boots, the upper hands holding me steady against the gentle sway of the hammock.

My boots loudly thumped to the floor in the silence, only our heavy breathing filling the air between us. He started pulling my pants down next, and my breathing hitched in my throat, desire curling harsh and heavy through my belly; it made my passage spasm. The cold air on my exposed flesh made my skin break out in goosebumps, but that didn’t last long. Rex made sure to run his warm, callused hands along my skin. He groaned when his thumbs brushed along the creases of my thighs, right at the edge of my panties.

Bucking in his grip, my nerves hypersensitive, I moaned in anticipation. I wanted him to touch me there, where I needed his touch the most. At the same time, I didn’t know how to ask him to hurry up in any way but to press closer, letting my legs fall open in his grip. I was very willing to do whatever he wanted, anything for my Rex, especially when he looked at me the way he did now, like I was the most precious being in the world.

He inhaled deeply, his thumbs brushing again. They feathered a touch over the gusset of my panties that made me see stars. It was not enough—not nearly enough—but it made my body jerk in his grip as he stroked with the lightest of pressure over my clit. A precursor of what was to come.

“Take them off, please!” I begged him, my nails digging into his skin. I could no longer reach his shoulders; he’d risen to his feet and towered over me, all gleaming red skin and ridged muscle. My fingers now clung to his forearms, his upper arms at my hips to hold me in place. I was trapped so he could look his fill, but I didn’t mind, I felt safe. Rex was all man, a little older than my ex-boyfriends, experienced. He’d take good care of me, I knew it.

His fingers hooked into my panties and pulled, the fabric wet from my arousal as it slid down my legs. He trailed his fingers through the evidence of my desire, traced it right to the source, and stroked through my folds. I arched, my hips canting toward him though I had absolutely zero leverage. My legs dangled over the edge of the hammock, and his hands kept the rest of me pinned against the soft fabric and blankets.

He sank to his knees, and that brought my gently swaying body to the perfect eye height for him. I didn’t miss the pleased smirk on his face when he discovered this, and then I got to see his eager, heat-filled expression in all its glory. He flicked on the light with one hand, and that made me squirm. Now that he had a perfect view of my folds, would he think they looked weird? Alien? Did he like it?

The growl that rattled from his chest was almost inaudible as it wrenched through his damaged vocal cords. Mostly, though, I sensed it through my trembling legs, which he pressed against his shoulders. Then he was leaning in, and his tongue swiped through my folds in a bold move. He slicked it over my clit, and when that made me moan, he did it again and again. The orgasm that rushed through me was quick and sudden, trembling through my belly with hard spasms.

Rex lapped more gently as he guided me through that first peak, but he was relentless when he picked up the pace only moments after the last tremble subsided. This time, a thick finger circled my opening in time with his licks, hampered by the way I had instinctively clenched my thighs around his head. The digit pierced my core and then, helped by each sway of the hammock, started to fuck into me.

I could hear the lewd sounds we made together, his finger pressing deeper into my core with every wet, suckling noise. I heard the rustle of clothing, too. The distinct sound of a zipper as Rex freed his cock. Was he going to fuck me? My belly clenched around his finger at the thought, my second orgasm suddenly right there. I came hard, shouting his name, pleasure spiraling through me like molten lava in my veins.

I sagged against the hammock when the last pleasure faded, and Rex eased the lapping of his tongue against my clit. He did not free his finger from my tight clasp but raised his head to look at me from between my legs, a grin stretched across his handsome face. Then, he lowered his eyes back to my core and swirled his finger gently before withdrawing it.

All this time, two hands had held the hammock steady. Now, he used his wet hand to press my thigh wider. Looking his fill, his eyes on my spread folds, I heard, rather than saw, how he worked his cock while watching me. It made me moan, and I bit my lip to hold back the sound; he was jerking off while looking at my wet core. His glowing eyes made it very clear this was the hottest thing he’d ever watched, that he was focused completely on me.

Curling up, I pressed my elbows into the hammock for stability and caught a glimpse of his cock as he worked it. I swallowed roughly at the sight, a hint of relief mixing with the disappointment that he wasn’t going to fuck me right now. That was a really big cock, which was no surprise, but it was much thicker than my wrist. Probably the biggest erection I’d ever laid eyes on, real or through a screen.

A dark red; the head was flushed so dark it looked black, while tendrils clung to his hand each time he reached his hips. Not pubes, though there were very thin, but moving, mobile strands like a sea anemone or something. I was suddenly, vividly picturing what it would feel like if he rubbed me with those mobile tendrils through my folds. Could he stroke my clit with them while he fucked me?

Rex came silently, his seed jerking from his cock in thick ropes that splashed onto the wooden floor. His head was thrown back on a mute roar, which he followed by canting forward and burying his mouth and nose against my folds. Surprised, I shouted, but that sound tapered into a moan when he licked me, and I found that I had another orgasm left for him. It was too hot a moment not to let the passion carry me away.

My alien chef was on his knees for me, worshiping me with his mouth and his hands, rubbing his cock as ropes of seed spilled onto the floor beneath me, unable to restrain himself from having another taste. When I fell back in a shuddering, trembling heap, Rex kept licking until he’d caught every last drop of my desire with his tongue.

Through heavy eyes, I watched him as he finally rose to his feet, his leather pants still around his hips, his cock jutting fiercely from the open front. He rubbed the back of his hand over his shiny mouth with a satisfied look, which morphed into tenderness when he lifted my legs and gently rolled me into a more comfortable position in the hammock. He pulled a blanket over me to protect me from the cold, then moved away, and I felt the first hint of worry. What was next? This changed everything between us, and I wanted it to be in good ways, but what did I really know about his species? His customs?

I shuddered with repressed emotions, mostly insecurity, and uncertainty, when he returned from the bathing area with a cleaning cloth. He lifted the blanket and wiped it gently over my legs, then moved me when I held still until he could swipe it through my folds. I didn’t know if I liked that or thought it was embarrassing; he certainly seemed matter-of-fact about it. Once soiled, he used the cloth to clean his mess off the floor.

The tender look was still there when he raised his eyes from his chore to meet mine. I clung to the blankets, wrapping myself in them as I watched what he’d do next. This was when I desperately wished that I could understand his sign language. I wanted very badly to ask him what would happen next—if he’d cuddle with me or back away, if this meant we were now dating, or if this was casual for him.

I didn’t expect him to open one of the pouches hanging from his belt and pull out a sweet-smelling pastry. The sort of horrified look on his face was cute and funny when he discovered our steamy activities had caused it to be crushed. It was filled with fruit, flaky red dough, and yellow cream. I was sure it was still tasty, even if it looked all smushed. “Did you bring that for me?” I asked, my voice hoarse. Of course it was—Rex always brought snacks home to feed me. I would have to watch my waistline if he kept this up.

He nodded, his mood spots going from a muddy brown back to yellow. “Thank you,” I said, smiling. “I’m sure it will still taste good.” Just so he wouldn’t feel like I was upset about it, I took the tasty morsel and ate it in a few bites. I didn’t regret it; that tasted divine.

Once I was done, Rex was turning down the light, and I discovered that he’d shucked his pants. That was definitely new, and he seemed completely unashamed about being naked while I was a little uncomfortable being pants-less beneath the blankets.

His eyes locked with mine, his head tilting as he considered me for long seconds, and my heart started to race at that look. This was going to be the moment of truth. Would he crawl into that hammock with me? Did we even fit in it together? Or was he going to withdraw? I wasn’t even sure if I knew what I wanted. Things were moving fast, and now that the passion had been sated, my rational brain was offering all kinds of reasons why this was a stupid idea. I would have to return to Ker at some point, the only safe place for humans.

In the dark, I couldn’t fully admire how competent Rex was at handling a hammock. He definitely wasn’t backing away or creating space between us. His body slid around me as he settled into the swaying bed, arms curling to cradle me close, his hips pressing against my thighs, one leg sliding between mine. Okay, I could do that. That was good—warm. It was safe because Rex would always protect me. That was a fact. I had no trouble falling asleep, even though my mind whirled with all kinds of thoughts. Mostly, I kept thinking that I wanted to stay with him. Forever.