Chapter 8

Chapter

Eight

ZOE

T aruk is not one to mess around. When he wants something, he puts his all into it.

Just like how right now I'm hoping he puts everything into me.

I thought my arousal was bad seeing all these hot guys, exotic with their horns and red skin, from a distance… just wait till they start brushing up against you, or holding you in their arms like you are lightweight. Turns out I might have a kink for aliens. Good thing I got abducted then, right?

Taruk's lips press against mine firmly, almost painfully. His hand cradles the back of my head, and I groan as his tongue laps at my lips. He doesn't hesitate, thrusting the slick appendage inside to tangle with my own.

His taste explodes in my mouth. Sweet and spicy, sort of like caramel popcorn. I cling to him, dragging him closer. I want more.

His lips press to my chin and then trail down my neck. I gasp as his sharp teeth scrape sensitive flesh, just enough sting to remind me that he's ‘other.' I've never been more turned on in my life. Seriously. I can feel the ache and dripping need between my legs.

Taruk grunts, his hips pressing against me. It just causes his cokas—that's what these aliens call it—to rub against me in the most delicious of ways. I roll my hips, needing to feel more. I've barely touched the guy and I'm already so close… so…

Taruk pulls back, gasping for air. I can't stop the needy whimper from leaving my lips. He can't change his mind now, please…

"Zoe, I…"

"Are we doing this?" I ask, my voice breathless. I don't want to lose my nerve. Not now.

Taruk's hands unclench from his side and he reaches towards me. He's no doubt as nervous as I am.

I lick my lips, his eyes riveting on the small move.

"Talk later," I breathe against his skin. We can't possibly stop now, so I just have to convince him to continue. I shove against his chest, encouraging him to step backward and give me space. I have no doubt that he moves of his own accord; the guy is strong enough that I wouldn't be able to budge him if he didn't want to be.

I drop to my knees before him. Taruk hisses through sharp teeth, his eyes going wide.

My fingers pluck at his zipper… Well, lack of zipper. The weird alien tech here has this sort of Velcro-style invisible seam that somehow intelligently comes apart only when you want it to. Thank God it seems to know I want it off because if I was barred from what I need right now, I might scream…

And I really, really want to find myself doing a different type of screaming, if you get my drift.

Taruk's claws graze my skin as he strokes my sides, his hands lifting the fabric of my shirt. In moments I'm shimmying out of my bra, tossing it aside. It doesn't take long for Taruk to strip his shirt off. He pauses before me, standing at attention. My eyes roam over his body and his scars. Across his well-defined pecs look like claw marks, as if some beast attempted to tear him apart. In fact, his entire body is covered in a litany of small and large scars.

My core clenches as I gaze up at him. He's a warrior, through and through. Pure masculine strength, looking down at me like he's ready to dominate. I'm entirely aware of how damp my underwear feels. Why am I still wearing pants?

And he's definitely pitching a tent in his pants… Geez, it's huge. Is he going to fit?

I tug his pants down, and am nearly knocked out. The guy keeps a damn weapon in here. That thing is as big as a club! And decorated weirdly too.

Is that what an alien peen looks like? I've heard the mated girls talk about it in whispers, giggling and saying we are missing out… In all honesty, it looks like the most exotic toy I've ever seen. It's not one long smooth shaft for starters. The first thing I notice is the two large bulges along the length. Then, between those and the head, a series of smaller ridges.

Just looking at it… I press my thighs together tightly. This is something designed for a woman, by a woman. There's no doubting the kind of pleasure something like this will give.

I glance up at Taruk, whose hands are firmly pressed against the wall behind me. The way he leans over me, having to support himself… It's heady, being in control like this. I feel powerful, and so very sexy.

Keeping my gaze locked with his dark eyes, my hands slide up his now exposed thighs. I can feel the thick muscles bunching beneath my fingertips, the heat of his skin searing my skin. His whole body jolts as my fingers wrap around his width. Well, attempt to. I can't touch my fingers together; he has too much girth for that.

This bad boy is going to stretch me to my limit. I'm going to feel each and every one of these… bumps? I stroke his length, my fingers gliding over the bulge. It's thankfully not as hard as the rest of him. Still, I wouldn't exactly call it soft either. I squeeze it in my palm, enjoying the involuntary suck of breath Taruk takes. His eyes are molten as they stare back at me, and he pants heavily.

"If you keep playing with my bulge like this, I may do the impossible and find my release," he tells me.

"Isn't that the purpose of this?" I smirk at him. As much as I want him inside of me, the idea of him not being able to hold back, of me being the one to pleasure him, is suddenly thrilling. "Why is it impossible?"

Taruk shakes his head, short hair bouncing about his face. "A male cannot release his seed until a female is bearing down on him with her pleasure," he says.

Huh. So that's a thing apparently. If it makes the guy extra motivated, who am I to complain?

"Are these your balls?" I ask, staring at the bumps with newfound interest. I'm pretty sure a human male would be screaming if I grabbed his dangling fruit with this sort of pressure. I give another tentative squeeze, and Taruk sure does moan… but his face is one of tortured pleasure rather than pure torture.

Oh jeez, am I only now discovering some BDSM kink I didn't know I had? Because that face he's making… my whole body is on the edge just seeing it.

I lick my lips, wondering just how I might get him screaming. There's no way I can fit all of him in my mouth, but if I use my hands…

"Enough," Taruk suddenly states. He grabs me by the arms and pulls me to my feet before him. I hate how I suddenly feel bereft. I had wanted to play…

"Tell me you want this," he demands. "Tell me you want me."

"Yes," I reply with just as much force.

Wasn't that much obvious? Seriously dude, learn to read the room. But of course, aliens have to be so freaking literal. Just to avoid any confusion, I add, "I want you, Taruk."

Taruk's eyes widen for a moment, before crinkling at the corners. Oh great. My desperate plea pleases him. Typical male, liking to make the female beg.

I give him a vicious smirk. I'm okay with begging too.

I yelp as he suddenly lifts me into his arms.

"You'll be more comfortable in my bed," he grunts. Again, with the grunting. Only this time, I want to hear it. Preferably as he's ramming that tool he's packing into me. Is he the kind of guy that's quiet when he explodes, or does he roar his release? I want to know everything about him.

I blink in shock as Taruk lays me gently down in a bed. Of course, it's in his stables. Of course, The Beast doesn't travel far from his domain, where he rules unchallenged. My giggle is cut off as his fingers pluck at my jeans button and zipper, then pull the fabric over my hips. I barely have time to kick the tangle of fabric from my ankles when his breath ghosts over my thigh.

"You smell good," he says as he breathes in deep, nostrils flaring. Yeah, I kind of doubt it, but the heated look he's giving me… he's looking down at me like he's ready to devour me. I've had plenty of boyfriends in the past, clearly none who ever stuck around, and not a single one was ever excited about giving oral.

Taruk dives right in. His tongue licks through my folds, and he lets out a groan like he's just tasted the most delicious thing to ever exist.

That's all it takes. I combust. Pleasure prickles over my skin, spreading through me from my scalp to my toes. I cry out, clinging to him, as I'm lost to bliss.

When I come to, Taruk is staring down at me with a grin on his face. Even with his scars, he's handsome, I think to myself. I was scared of this guy at first, then I hated him, and now… I throw my arm over my face. A girl could really fall for someone like him if she's not careful.

Taruk chuckles. He kisses me up my stomach, pausing to lavish attention on each of my breasts. Each pull of his lips, and lick of his tongue, sends sparks shooting through me again. I squirm beneath him, panting. I've faked it a lot in past relationships, never finding my own release, but with Taruk, my body is already priming for more. I didn't think it was even possible to have this many orgasms.

"I'm not even close to being done with you," Taruk mumbles. As he settles over me, his lips press against mine. His tongue spears deep. I can taste myself on him.

"Now tell me, after today's behavior, do you deserve to be punished or rewarded?"

Oh, I am discovering whole new things about myself.