Page 21 of Gifted to the Alien Prince
“Thadron, your cock is so big. And this.” My fingers explored the thick wide base where another smaller, hard, veiny organ pulsed beneath my touch. “Do you have two?”
His laugh was gentle, though darkened with desire. “That appendange is how Glaciarian males stay connected during mating.”
My curiosity and fascination over his anatomy only made my desire for him grow. I shifted, a little uncomfortable, as my panties clung to my skin. “I don’t have anything to connect to.” My admission came out shy.
Thadron was undeterred as he pushed his fingers beneath the damp fabric of my panties and found my vagina. He slid a single finger inside me, while another pushed inside the tiny pucker between my cheeks.
“We will find a way.”
Heat pooled in my core as he stretched me slowly, skillfully. I grabbed at his shoulders, gasping at the dual sensation of both front and back were being stimulated.
We moved together, our bodies starting to slicken with sweat and desire. His movements were slow and calculated, his lips whispering promises against my skin as he filled me up with his fingers. The ache between my legs grew with every thrust, and I don't know if it was from pleasure or the anticipation of more.
He lowered me on the soft blanket on the floor. The fire crackled beside us, seductively adding heat and shadow to our bodies. I looked up as Thadron positioned himself over me. With gentle hands, he coaxed my thighs open. His pupils dilated, his nostrils flared as he took in the view of my desire-soaked sex, wet and waiting for him.
We paused for a moment, and I felt him aligning himself before pushing forward.
There was a moment of stretching followed by blissful fullness as he penetrated me, burying himself to the hilt in oneswift motion. It felt like too much for one quick moment but in a good way, like he was claiming me.
I raised my hips. That’s when I felt the hot erotic slide of his appendage push into my ass.
“Thadron.” His name slipped from my lips in a moan.
He looked at my face. “Am I hurting you?”
“No, god, no.” i squeezed my eyes shut as I relished the feeling of both my pussy and ass getting fucked. “It feels incredible.”
His breathing was ragged as his hips started moving in a sensual rhythm that had my head spinning. I wrapped my legs around him and met his thrusts, lost in the scent of him, the feel of his body against mine.
The room carried our moans as we found our rhythm. His hands roamed over my body exploring, claiming, possessing as we moved together on the blanket. I felt my orgasm building, waves of pleasure rolling through me as I tightened around him.
“Thadron...” I pleaded again.
“Give me your release, Isa.” He growled.
And with that command, I did, coming hard, my back arching, my nails digging into his shoulders as he followed me to the peak. His hot seed filled me up while his other organ pulsed inside my ass, milking my orgasm from me until there was nothing left but quiet aftershocks and satisfied sighs.
We collapsed together, chests heaving, our lips meeting in a tender kiss that felt like the start of something new and beautiful.
Chapter Eight
THADRON
Iawoke with the soft hum of Isa’s breathing beside me. The first rays of dawn seeped through the windows, casting an ethereal glow across her face. Her dark lashes fanned against her cheeks, her lips soft and relaxed in sleep.
Watching her like this stirred something deep in my chest. I brushed a stray curl away from her forehead and pulled back, my jaw tightening. This wasn’t practical. She belonged to a different world, one she’d carved out for herself with determination, love of comfort, and interest in people. Her life on Xaxos was full, with her bookshop, her novel-writing, her independence. What made me think I could be a part of that? Especially after the way I’d kept her at arm’s length for most of the time she was here. I regretted shutting her out with cold walls of my own making.
But she’d seen the real me. She’d heard my songs, felt the weight of my memories, and didn’t turn away. A fragile, impossible hope sprang in my chest before I forced it down. Hope was dangerous. Hope made fools of those who should know better.
I slipped out from beneath the blankets, careful not to disturb her. The cold floor bit at my feet. The fire in the hearth still smoldered. For a moment, I almost let myself stay. However, I knew reality would arrive faster than the dawn.
I dressed quickly, pulling on my tunic and boots. One last look at her and the way the firelight kissed her skin, and Istepped out into the hallway, letting the door close softly behind me.
The stillness shattered in an instant. My ears sharpened to the frantic voices echoing down the corridor.
Queen Akora’s voice pierced the quiet, sharp and strained. “He couldn’t have gone far. We have to keep looking.”
I strode forward, the tension in the air coiling. Akora turned toward me, her face pale. Her attendants flitted around her like nervous birds.