Epilogue

EPILOGUE

O ne month later…

"Tell us another story, Mrs. Arden," one of her six-year-olds demanded, and she smiled at him, warmth filling her.

She still got a thrill every time she heard her new name. When Q'tar had asked her - or more accurately told her - that they were getting married, she'd decided that delArden was too much of a mouthful.

"And it doesn't sound French at all," she added teasingly.

"It is possible that I did not research my human identity as well as I should have done."

"Possibly not."

He returned her smile, but then a shadow crossed his beautiful blue eyes.

"You do not wish to take my name?"

She debated telling him it was an anachronistic custom, but she knew he still worried about being tainted by his past.

"I have a better idea. Why don't we both take a new name? What do you think about just Arden?"

He growled and then proceeded to show her his appreciation of her suggestion. Very, very thoroughly.

Her cheeks heating at the memory, she shook her head at Tommy.

"I'm afraid not today. The library is closing in a few minutes and my husband will be waiting."

"Ooh," they all whispered, their eyes wide with admiration, and she hid another smile.

In less than a month, everyone in town seemed to know Q'tar. He'd taken a job as a hunting and fishing guide and had quickly earned a reputation for his patience and his skill. Even the six-year-olds loved him.

As soon as the last child was picked up by a parent, she hurried to lock the doors, only to find him waiting on the doorstep.

"I thought you wouldn't be back until this evening."

He shrugged, entering the library and turning to lock the doors behind him.

"They caught their limit and I had more important things to do."

He closed the blinds covering the door and turned to her, swiping his finger across his wrist com. His human disguise vanished, his skin gleaming blue in the late sunlight slanting in through the clerestory windows that ringed the library.

"More important?" she asked breathlessly as he started to stalk towards her, stripping his T-shirt off as he came.

"You were a very good girl this morning. You deserve a reward."

Her nipples tightened into hard little peaks and her clit throbbed. It was amazing how much his approval meant to her, and how hard she tried to please him. Especially since he wanted to please her just as much.

"I do?"

"Yes, m'shka."

He was right in front of her now and he cupped her breasts, squeezing them gently as his thumbs feathered across her suddenly aching nipples. Impatient with the fabric between them, she reached for the buttons down the front of her dress but he shook his head.

"Not yet."

He bent down, lifted her easily, and deposited her on the counter next to the checkout desk. He laid her back across the cool marble and she waited expectantly for him to remove her dress but instead he closed his mouth over her still covered nipple, using the fabric to tease and tug the aching peak until she was clutching desperately at his shoulders.

"Q'tar!"

She tried to arch her back in an attempt to increase the pressure, but he held her firmly in place. He moved to her other breast, his touch still light and teasing. The wet fabric created a delicious friction but he never increased the pressure. Her clit pulsed in time to the gentle suction and her whole body quivered with the need for more.

His eyes glowed down at her when he finally raised his head.

"Can you remain still for me?"

"I don't know," she said honestly and he laughed.

"I promise it will be worth it. Now don't move."

He very slowly unbuttoned her dress, his fingers stroking each inch of exposed skin along the way. When he unfastened her bra, he paused long enough to cover them with his big warm hands and she clenched her fists to stop herself from reaching for him.

He stroked lightly over her throbbing nipples then moved down to the next button. When he finally pulled the dress open and discovered her lacy pink panties, he growled approvingly.

"Very pretty." He slipped a big finger under the waistband and tugged gently, pulling the fabric taut against her swollen clit. "Does that feel good?"

"Oh God, yes."

He pulled a little harder and she gasped as the pressure intensified, her body tensing on the brink of climax. Then he released the fabric, leaving her aching and needy.

"Don't move. Remember?"

Her body shook, but she nodded. "I'll try."

"Good girl." He smiled at her, then bent his head to kiss her stomach. As his tongue circled her navel, he slid his hands beneath her to grasp her ass. He lifted her effortlessly, just high enough that he could slide her dress out from under her. The cool marble made her shiver, or perhaps it was his heated gaze as he studied her, lying there clad only in those very wet panties.

"So beautiful. I've thought about this all day. About having you to myself."

"You have me."

"Forever," he growled and the thought filled her with a joyous warmth. "But I still like to have you to myself."

He lowered his head again and trailed a line of kisses down from her stomach to the elastic at the top of the panties. He licked and kissed the sensitive skin beneath, but didn't pull the panties to the side until she was whimpering and trying desperately not to press up against his mouth.

"Remember, m'shka. Don't move." He finally, finally eased her panties to the side, exposing her throbbing clit. "You want my touch here?"

"Yes," she said frantically.

He studied her, his eyes heated, and he inhaled deeply. "You smell so delicious. I think I should taste you first."

His mouth descended on her aching flesh. He licked the sensitive nub, slow and gentle, and her entire body tensed. It felt so good but it wasn't enough. She pressed her lips together to stifle her moan, but he looked up and smiled.

"I said don't move. I didn't say you couldn't speak."

Before she could respond, he licked her again, then fastened his mouth on her, sucking hard. Her climax roared through her like a tornado, sweeping her away. She was still quivering when his thick, ridged tongue penetrated her slick entrance, sending a fresh wave of arousal rolling over her. When he moved higher and lapped the underside of her clit, her body was already tightening again. He slowly circled her clit while first one finger, then two, thrust into her in a steady, demanding rhythm, driving her higher and higher until she shattered a second time, stars dancing in her eyes as pleasure swept over her.

He rose with his usual fluid grace, as he licked his lips and smiled at her.

"That's my very good girl."

He unfastened his jeans and freed his erection, thick and ridged and perfect. He gently pushed her legs apart, the wide head of his cock sliding slowly into her. He felt even bigger than usual with her core still swollen and sensitive from her climaxes but she forced herself to remain still. He pressed forward, stretching her, filling her, the ridges sliding over her sensitive flesh and making her shiver with anticipation. Once he was fully seated, he lifted her head to look at her, his face tight with strain but his eyes gentle.

"I love you, m'shka."

"I love you too, but can I please, please move now?"

"Yes."

She immediately grabbed his shoulders, wrapping her legs around his waist as she arched desperately against him. He groaned, then took control, holding her in place while he drove into her. Each stroke of his thick, ridged cock sent her higher, and she buried her head in his shoulder to muffle her cries as she came for a third time, so intensely that her vision sheeted white. Her body convulsed around him, milking his cock, and he groaned into her ear.

"Frek, m'shka. That's it. Take all of me."

A moment later, he tensed and exploded, filling her with heat. She clung to him, dazed, as they shuddered together, the aftershocks of their climaxes washing over them. He didn't pull away, keeping their bodies connected while his hands stroked and petted her, soothing her as she came back to reality.

"Good reward?" he asked sometime later, his voice a satisfied purr.

"Wonderful reward. Although maybe we shouldn't do this in the library again. What if someone had seen us?"

He grinned. "Then they would have been very jealous."

He helped her sit up, refastening her bra and easing her dress back into place as she ran her hand through her hair. "I must look a wreck."

"You look like a female who is well satisfied by her male."

"Well, that's true."

He laughed, then swiped his wrist com, his appearance returning to human as he tugged up his jeans and pulled his T-shirt back on. He took her hand to help her down and she couldn't resist teasing him.

"I'm glad no one saw us - your body is all mine."

"It certainly is. Every part of me is yours. And every part of you is mine."

"Forever," she agreed, and hand in hand they walked out into the sunshine.

Thank you for reading Guarded by an Alien Assassin ! I hope you loved it!

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