Page 66 of An Alien for Her Heart
“Better than your human mates?”
I laugh again as he shifts his hips once more, forcing my core to grind against his hardness. The sensation almost makes my eyes roll over in my head.
“Bigger than any human male.” I pant.
He rumbles something in his chest again. “But not better.”
I huff out a laugh. “I didn’t mean that you’re not—”
Varek presses his lips against my ear. “Not to matter. I intend to be the best you’ve ever had. I won’t stop until I am.” His voice is a sinful growl that vibrates through my core. “I have a lifetime to prove it to you, my sura. A lifetime to learn every secret place that makes you moan, every touch that makes you tremble.”
He punctuates his declaration with a slow, deliberate roll of his hips, grinding the thick length of his arousal against my aching center. I gasp, my head falling back as pleasure sparks through my veins.
“Mm, I’ve got you,” he soothes, one claw coming up to cup the back of my head, angling me for a deep, drugging kiss that leaves me breathless and aching. “I’ll give you everything, my Catherine. Everything you need, everything you want.”
He seals that promise with another soul-searing kiss before trailing his lips down the column of my throat. I let my head fall back, surrendering to the bliss of his mouth on my skin. He finds my pulse point, lavishing it with attention, licking and suckling until I’m sure he’ll leave a mark.
A small, distant part of me knows we shouldn’t be doing this here, not when rescue could arrive at any moment. But the rest of me, the part that’s been craving Varek’s touch for longer than I care to admit, can’t bring myself to care.
Let them find us like this, I think hazily as Varek’s claws slice through the fabric of my tunic, baring my breasts to his hungry gaze. Let the whole world see that I’m his. That this powerful, magnificent male has claimed me, body and soul.
“Gods, I missed this,” Varek rasps, reverence in his eyes as he drinks in the sight of me. “So many sols the memory of you has haunted me.”
Then he’s cupping my breasts in his massive fists, his rough palms igniting sparks across my sensitive flesh as he sheatheshis claws. I cry out as he takes one aching peak into the wet heat of his mouth, swirling his tongue around the tight bud.
He lavishes first one breast, then the other with devastating attention, until I’m mindless with need, my hips rolling shamelessly against the thick ridge of his hardness.
“Oh,” I gasp out, my nails digging into his shoulders. “Oh my. I don’t think…I don’t think I can wait. I need you inside me…”
I’ve never been one to beg, especially for something like this. But my shame has gone. I can only feel. And Ineed. I need him.
A deep, approving growl rumbles through his chest. In a move almost too fast to follow, he lifts me so I’m standing over him. For a split second, I’m confused as I look down at him. With a wicked glint in his eye, Varek slides his claws up my legs, the tips of his fingers hooking into the waistband of my panties a second before he rips them away. He shifts the tunic up, leaving me bare and open to his scorching gaze.
“I’m going to feast on you now,” he tells me, his voice a sinful caress against my overheated skin. “I’m going to taste your sweet honey until you scream for me. And then, when you’re wet and ready and begging, I’m going to bury myself so deep inside you, you’ll never want me to leave.”
My mouth falls open in both a gasp and shock. Before I can do more than whimper my enthusiasm for this plan, he’s shouldering my thighs apart and tilting his head back as he pulls me down on his face.
The first hot swipe of his tongue through my folds has me arching. I reach for the walls of the well as a strangled moan tears from my throat. I miss. The only other thing to hold on to is his green mane. As soon as my fingers slide through the strands to grip on to his skull, he groans in appreciation. The vibrations echo through my core as he licks me again, more firmly this time.
“Delicious,” he praises, his eyes flashing up to meet mine. “You taste divine, my sura.”
Then he seals his mouth over the throbbing pearl at the apex of my thighs and proceeds to make good on every filthy, electrifying promise.
Varek’s talented tongue works me mercilessly, licking and suckling at my most sensitive flesh until I’m writhing beneath him, my hands fisted in his hair. He traces obscene patterns through my slick folds, dipping inside to tease at my entrance before returning to the bundle of nerves that has me seeing stars.
“Varek,” I pant, my hips undulating shamelessly against his face. “Oh, don’t stop…”
He growls more approval. Spearing me with his tongue, he reaches up to grip one of my breasts, kneading it in his palm as another rumble of pleasure goes through him. The dual assault ratchets my pleasure impossibly higher.
I can feel the tension coiling tighter and tighter at the base of my spine, my inner muscles fluttering around his invading tongue. I’m close, so close, I just need a little more…
As if reading my mind, Varek moves his claw from my breast, trailing it down the quivering plane of my stomach to where I’m spread open for him. Still licking my center, he presses one long, thick digit inside me.
The added sensation is my undoing. With a hoarse cry of his name, I shatter, my body arching backward as ecstasy crashes through me in violent, cresting waves. Varek growls in male satisfaction, continuing to stroke me through the aftershocks until I collapse back against him. He catches me, pulling me back down into his arms as my entire body heaves with the aftereffects of my peak. I’m boneless and spent.
When I open my eyes and my gaze meets his, his eyes are like molten gold in the growing light. I can see the barely leashedhunger in his expression, the raw, primal need to claim me, to make me his in every way.
“I need you now,” he rasps, his voice guttural and strained. “I burn for you, my Catherine.”