Page 75 of An Alien for Her Heart

A thrill runs through me at his words, heat pooling low in my belly. “You won’t hurt me. Not in the way you’re thinking.” I know he won’t.

A tremor goes through him, like a beast underneath his scales is writhing for release. I half expect him to transform into a creature like those old films I used to watch.

“There’s one more thing.” His body does that rippling thing, as if his bones are about to crack, his flesh rippling and distorting. I lean closer, one hand stretching toward him. He jerks back. “There’s one more thing you should know.”

I pause. “What?” My voice is barely a whisper now. Barely there.

Through the shadows, I watch as Varek strips down his pants, and for the first time since we’ve been together, I get full sight of what he’s working with.

“Good God.” My eyes widen as it springs forward, bobbing in the air like a thick plank. There’s no way that thing has ever fit inside me. But even as I lean closer and more heat pools within me, I know that I’m not deterred.

Pink and purple scales, more pink than purple now, splatter across his base. The rest of the shaft is a dark purple that almostlooks black as my eyes adjust to the dim light. He’s ridged, both on the upper and underside. I lean closer, unable to stop myself, my eyes widening at the small frills that decorate the upper shaft. They alternate between raised bumps that form a line straight to his slightly curved tip.

I move a little closer and Varek steps back. Looking up, he’s hidden in the shadows, the little light available highlighting this thing he’s showing me. He’s magnificent. I don’t know why this is so important to him. Frankly, if he’s scared I’ll be turned off by his alien dick, it’s a little late for that. But then I realize what he’s showing me. I see them then.

I see the scars.

“Varek—” My breath hitches as I reach for him. He steps back again, just out of reach. All over his shaft and his lower abdomen the scars crisscross, telling a story of cruelty. Of pain. “Who did this to you?”

I look up at him once more, blinking through my suddenly blurry vision. I can hardly see his face in the shadows.

“The Tasqals. Their tests. A story from my past,” he growls. “One I cannot let go. But with you…I can move on.”

His words strike something deep within me. They’re the same words he said to me. Just like that night at the festival and now as I gaze upon the scarred evidence of his pain, I realize we are more alike than I ever knew. Both of us bearing the marks of old wounds, both of us seeking healing and wholeness in the shelter of each other’s souls.

“Come to me.”

Varek hesitates but his will is weak. Like a prowling cat, he slowly leans down. I shift back as he crawls on all fours, his breaths ragged things as they force through his nose.

“Take me,” I breathe, arching up to nip at his throat. I suck at his pulse point, reveling in his answering groan. “Claim me. I need it. I need this, too.”

That seems to shatter the last threads of his control. With a roar that shakes the very walls, he surges against me, his mouth crashing over mine in a bruising, passionate kiss.

I moan into it, opening for him, welcoming the thrust of his tongue as he licks into my mouth, staking his claim. My hands scrabble at his back, my nails digging into his heated skin as I give myself over to the utter rush of sensation.

Clothes tear, seams popping as he rips the fabric from my body, too far gone to bother with niceties.

“Mine,” he snarls against my lips, his claws tracing possessive lines down my sides.

“Yes,” I gasp, my head tipping back as he blazes a trail of open-mouthed kisses down the column of my throat. “Yours, always.”

He makes a rough sound of agreement, his body moving over mine. With a throaty growl, he claims my mouth once again, his tongue delving deep as he presses me into the mattress with the weight of his body. I can feel the hard, thick length of him nestled against my thigh, pulsing with heat, and I moan into his mouth, my hips arching instinctively to meet his.

When his head dips, his mouth blazing a hot trail down my throat to my breasts, he nuzzles into the soft swells of my breasts before drawing one aching peak between his lips, sucking hard.

I cry out sharply, my back bowing as pleasure jolts through me like lightning. He lavishes attention on my breasts, licking, sucking, grazing my sensitized flesh with his fangs until I’m writhing beneath him, whimpering with need.

“Varek, please…” The teasing makes me ache for him so badly, but he’s not done yet. He makes a trail down the center of my chest till he’s between my legs. I barely get a breath before his mouth is pressed against my core, his tongue speaking a language the little bud at the center of my folds reacts to. Vareklathers me with saliva, making me ready for him as he brings me to a peak that crashes through me out of nowhere.

With a low snarl, he licks his lips as if the taste of me is like sugar and surges up to cover my body fully with his own. I feel the broad head of his shaft notch against my entrance a moment before he drives forward, sheathing himself to the hilt in one powerful thrust.

I scream, my nails digging into his shoulders as I’m stretched and filled almost beyond bearing. He’s so big, so hot and hard inside me, the fit so tight it’s nearly painful.

But it’s a pain edged with the most exquisite pleasure, a feeling of utter rightness and completion, as if I was made solely for him, to accept and welcome all that he is.

He stills for a moment, his breath gusting harshly against my neck, letting me adjust to his girth. Beside my head, his claws dig into the bedding and I know that even now, he’s exercising control.

“Let go,” I whisper, reaching up to thread my fingers through the hair at his nape. “Give me your all.”