11. Zara

Everything was warm. The air smelled of the most delicious scent I'd ever smelled in my life.

I groaned as the heavy weight of a hand lay over my belly. I pushed it down further. Gary had never been so forward as to wake me in my sleep with something this delicious. Hell, I'd never woken up horny.

He took the cue and slipped his hand lower, my stomach muscles quivering as he brushed his touch over the planes of my body.

God yes. I'd had to pretend he was someone else the couple of times I'd let him touch me, but this? I needed to have sex dreams more often.And this scent. Whatever it was, he better wear it more often. Except…

This wasn't a dream at all.

Something felt odd. It was strangely right, and that never was the case with him. I'd called it off. Why was he in my bed?

But it was so warm and, "Oh god," I moaned as his finger slipped below my panties and found my clit. He rubbed me softly at first. There was delicious pressure as he slipped another finger through my slit and pinched my sensitive nub.

Warm breath tickled my neck, and my nipples hardened in anticipation. Fuck it. Right now, I didn't know if I cared where I was.

I reached for his cock, wrapping my hand over the thick bulge under his pants. Shit, he was so hard and long and—I gasped, and my eyes flew open right as another moan left my lips.

This was not Gary, and this was not my home at all.

This was Tarek, and his cock was so thick and huge that I wasn't exactly sure what the hell he thought he could mate with that. Except, the way he stroked me, I was starting to lose the panicked surprise.

His long fingers slipped lower, and god did I want that. I wanted more.

His tongue licked along my skin, on my neck, and I shivered in need. I really didn't care if he split me in two at this moment. I just needed him to sate this desperate need. I needed him to make the burn for him to stop before I exploded.

"Don't stop," was all I could manage, and he didn't.

He pushed a finger inside me, and I nearly forgot my name with each and every stroke. I couldn't ignore the second finger he slipped inside me, stretching me further and finding just the right rhythm.

"Come for me, my mate," he whispered in my ear.

He stroked me again, slipping in a third finger, and my entire body heated to an inferno of desire. He stroked me until the world fell away. Until my breathing stuttered and my brain could feel nothing else but his each and every touch. Until the walls of my core clamped down around his fingers and pulsed against every stroke.

I couldn't make sense of anything except the scent of him intoxicating me and dragging me into a forbidden world I still didn't understand.

"Are you ready for me, Zara?"

I couldn't breathe, but I nodded all the same. I was drunk on his scent and on the way he seemed to know my body better than I did. I'd never felt anything like this before, and I didn't want it to end.

Logic had been damned the moment I'd awoken on a spaceship.

The bed dipped and shifted as he moved between my legs. It was then that a small part of me realized I wasn't clothed in anything but the pathetically thin fabric they called underwear. The second his lips kissed my belly and his tongue licked a trail to my breasts before he claimed one taught peak, I didn't care about anything except chasing more pleasure and promises.

I couldn't quiet the moan that escaped me as his teeth nipped at my breasts, inviting more. His hands were huge against my full breasts. Every kiss and stroke chased away the fear and sadness for a past that needed to stay there. Within his arms and soft touches, he made me feel delicate even if back home I'd never felt desirable in my life. Here, though? At this very moment? I'd never felt more wanted.

"I want more." My words sounded desperate, like I was begging, and the idea that I was should have bothered me. But the moment his lips crashed down onto mine, I forgot everything else. I pawed at his pants. Getting them off him was all I could understand. My mind a slave to every touch and feel of this man or creature or alien. I just didn't care.

Seconds later, the heat of his freed cock rested against me as he claimed my mouth over and over again. My core ached to feel more, and I tried to wiggle to get him where I needed him.

His lips left mine to kiss down my jawline, my throat, past my needy breasts, down and down until the heat of his tongue found the sensitive nub between my legs. My hips bucked against the new sensations, and I dug my fingers into his hair as he licked his way around my wet pussy. I wanted more, and I would let him do whatever he wanted with me right at this moment.

Gasps escaping my lips were the only sound breaking the silence as my body came alive against his tongue and I found myself coming again. This time, I couldn't beg for more through the haze of my mind. Even so, he seemed to know me and my body far better than even I did.

I vaguely felt the nip of his teeth against my inner thigh and the way his weight shifted. I moaned at the strange heat pressing against my entrance, the foreign pressure that was all Tarek, and I finally found the strength to open my eyes and meet his gaze as he hovered above me.

"I will make you mine soon enough, mate," he said before he slowly pressed his cock forward.

My muscles protested against the sheer size of him. Except where I expected my body to feel pain, it was only discomfort from neglected muscles, and with every inch I felt more and more pleasure.

His hand gripped my hip as he held me where he wanted me. He held me close to him as he claimed my lips and slid himself inside my tight and wet and ready core until I couldn't stop the whimper that escaped my lips. Every thick inch of him buried inside of me chased a new sensation. I'd never felt so sated. So full and yet still desperate. He paused, and it gave me a second to really feel him buried between my legs. I'd never felt this kind of pleasure. The feeling that I wasn't sure where I started and he ended. I nearly came the second he shifted, rubbing against already sensitive nerves.

"Goddess, you feel so amazing. You are made for me, Zara."

He kissed me as he started to move. First, he pulled out and pressed himself back in slowly. Setting a rhythm that built up the need within me. Every moment becoming a slow torture. I hooked my leg over his hip, trying to force him to take me. I didn't want to be treated like I would break. I wanted whatever this man could give me.

He released my swollen lips as he braced himself above me, capturing my gaze with his. I watched those green eyes flash between man and dragon, and I didn't understand why, but the power I could feel behind those eyes did something to me. Brought out something inside me that made me feel powerful and worth desiring. He wasn't safe, and that was exactly what I wanted.

"Show me, Tarek, what it is to be yours."