Alien Warrior's Captive Earthling: SciFi Alien Romance (9 page)

“I heard the first part also,” he added, with a curious tone of accusation coming from him, because he’d always tried to sound so emotionless.

“You shouldn’t listen in on people,” she snapped, as she tried to deflect him.

“Listen to people who talk to themselves?” Zyn asked, with a raised eyebrow.

She jerked a nod, besides being caught and trying to sidestep the topic; she was acutely aware she wore only a short towel and he wore only his pants. She tried to ignore the heat of her attraction, which had been held on simmer from that kiss, and she continued to try to deflect him.

“That isn’t a very nice thing to say. Do you disapprove of my talking to myself?”

She knew that would be a difficult interaction for him. It was purely emotional sniping, but she forced herself not too feel bad.

Zyn tilted his head with a narrowed look, which told her he was trying to process what was occurring. She heaped it on.

“You refused my blood. You dislike how I am.” She waved a hand down her body, as she searched for more to confuse him with. “You practically think I am a loose woman, seducing men’s aid.”

She shook her head with the damp strands of her hair feeling heavy. Then she proceeded as though she was going to stalk past him.

If she dared to do the next part, she knew she could turn his mind away from what he’d overheard. But it was brazen and she’d never been sexually brazen before. Half of her wanted to do it with a kind of desperation because of where it could lead, while the other half of her was a coward. Yet when she reached Zyn’s shoulder to pass him, she took a deep breath, and she just did it.

Her towel fell to the floor as she walked by him.

***

Z
yn shut his mouth. The words he’d been about to say lay thickly unsaid on his tongue as his gaze slid over Anna’s naked behind swaying away from him, while he’d turned to watch. Lust slammed through him, and all the conditioning he’d just completed to eliminate his heightened emotions cracked and fell away.

His chest lifted and his fangs punched out of his gums as his fingers curled into fists.

He was being maneuvered by her somehow, of that he was certain. Yet he couldn’t seem to care as he watched Anna’s nude body flow away from him. She peeked over her shoulder at him, right before she turned the corner out of view, and his shaft thickened with pounding arousal.

He knew what to do with a woman in bed. He’d been taught to serve great pleasure. He knew he could have her screaming and writhing beneath him. It was his reaction that had stunned him. Could he let go, but hold back enough not to become savage?

He was certain he wouldn’t be able to keep his emotions out of coupling with Anna. He wanted her and he’d never wanted those others he’d serviced at his Keeper’s command.

His fangs ached in a way he’d never felt before, but still he was more certain now he could hold himself back from biting her. If he chose too.
And she had offered
. He just disliked the false arousal that would flow through her body with his essence or fangs involved. But he was being more illogical than he could remember being, because he knew nothing could hold him back from following Anna’s nude body.

Turning, he walked slowly out the entrance to the cleansing chamber with his gaze searching. She was offering herself to him and his shaft hardened with anticipation. Then his gaze settled on her, as she stood by the bed as though hovering and unsure what to do. Her back was still to him as he approached slowly and he looked over her bareness, then he desired to see her from the front.

“This seemed like such a good idea moments ago. But now,” she whispered, as he settled, barely touching her back. He looked down over her shoulder and saw the ripe tautness of her nipples.

As he spoke, he grasped her bare waist and his fingers spread over her smooth creamy stomach, while he pulled her into his body.

“But now—” he murmured, and he dropped his lips to the curve of her shoulder, careful of his fangs, as she startled against his hold. “—you’re not so sure?”

To him she felt like contradictions, wanting to be bold, yet afraid too. It was very different from the rash, arrogant, and demanding females he’d serviced. Something inside him yearned deeply for her, and he found himself trying to sooth her into his arms.

“I want you, Anna.” He pressed his lips beneath her ear. “I don’t care if you’re trying to deflect me or if I feel as if I might crack at any second from these desires attacking me.”

“Zyn,” she exclaimed, and she turned toward him, lush and naked, to wind her arms over his shoulders and press her body to his. His hands filled with her shapely bottom, as he squeezed and lifted her against him tighter.

“You’re stronger than anyone I’ve ever met,” she said, and she kissed his jaw. “You’re strong enough to handle the desire. I know it. He can’t win. We won’t let him.”

Zyn knew instantly she meant the Keeper. And she was right. He’d destroyed that subjugation and now he needed to live like it. Her gaze caught his, as their lips nearly touched.

“You are right,” he said. He forced his fangs back, and then he caught her lips with his mouth.

She tasted like passion and freedom, and her naked body melted into him more.

He held back his bloodlust for her and his fangs, but nothing else. His mouth moved over her lips with the fierceness he’d held back before. Her mouth answered his intensity as her bare breasts moved across the tight flesh on his chest.

The spikes of her nipples prodded him to deeper passion, and he swept his tongue against hers, until she moaned. He smiled with satisfaction against her mouth, while he kneaded the powdery softness of her behind, which undulated against his larger hands. He pressed and rotated his hips, to grind his hard erection into her mound.

He could feel the soft hair above her mound as it brushed his lower abdomen, where his pants slouched. The feel of it taunted him to see her naked body. As they continued to mesh their mouths together hotly, he bent and hooked her thighs, and then he lifted her into his arms. Their tongues battled, making her moan as she sunk her fingers into his dreadlocks, while he carried her back into the cleansing chamber close to the mist-shower.

When he’d set her on her feet, she fell against him, and he broke their kissing lips apart, and then he turned her toward the mirror. His arm bracketed her bare waist from behind as he held her against him, while his gaze devoured her naked figure.

The bareness of her breasts were firm and uplifted with rosy nipples that were taut and jutting. Her waist was small, her belly smooth, and her pubic hair was dark and rich above a delicate pink slit. A growl rolled in his chest at the craving she wrenched from him. It felt wild, yet he held it in control, because he would not harm or scare her.

His desire, upon seeing it, was for her tender slit, which called to his erection, but there was more to a woman than penetrating her for his erection’s pleasure. He moved his hands and warmed her hips as he caressed the curves.

The movement undulated her naked body for him, while her gaze sparkled with unrequited desire. Her hands reached back and stroked his stomach, and then one hand delved into the front of his pants.

He hissed as her warm hand closed around his rigid shaft. She took one unrelenting stroke, which arched his body in pleasure and narrowed his gaze.

“You play with fire,” he warned her, as he grazed his fang, now out, over the shell of her ear. She quivered beneath his hands, which shaped her hips, as he watched her body move with feminine enticement.

She stroked his shaft again as if she was daring him, and he lifted his hands to cup her breasts. The firm, creamy mounds felt as good as they looked and kneading them in his hands nearly overcame the pleasure of her small hand petting his erection.

But he would always have more control than her, and that was the way he wanted it. So, when he twirled her nipples between his fingertips, her head fell back onto his shoulder and her hand that stroked his shaft lost its grip.

The sharp points of his fangs showed as he smiled and watched her nude body move, while she moaned into his throat. He plucked the tips, until they were tight spears. No other race had females as ripe and lush, with bodies that surrendered so completely to the male when their arousal intensified.

Osoft females, the closest race to Tellurian, had breasts, but their nipples puckered inward, not thrusting outward with obvious invitation.

“Zyn,” Anna gasped, and her buttocks rolled over the ridge of his erection, until he grimaced with feelings. She gave as good as he gave. His fangs ached to be immersed in her, as he lifted the mounds of her breasts in his hands.

Her mouth pressed kisses into the side of his neck, and he heard her as she moaned, “It’s been so long.”

He’d never considered such a thing. How long could she have been without release or felt the pleasure he intended to give her. It was a sin, because she was made for it—made for him. Guilt did not assault him at that purely possessive thought, while he cradled her breasts in his palms, and reached his fingers to tease the tips of her hard nipples.

She moaned again and her fingernails curled into his thighs on both sides, while he helped her roll her hips by the grind of his throbbing shaft against her plush buttocks. Her hair felt like silk against his chest and he released one breast to grasp her chin and pull her, stretching her body, as he forced his fangs back and their lips met over her right shoulder. Her tongue slipped past his lips with eager passion, while his other hand roamed over the incredible softness of her belly.

***

A
nna felt Zyn turning her, and then he had her lifted up into his arms again with his strong forearm beneath her thighs. She felt the sense of movement as they continued to feverishly kiss, tangling lips, nipping, and sliding their tongues in a dance of heat.

Certainly she was overwhelmed by the onslaught of desire that had attacked her. She’d never thought Zyn would give her the intimacy she’d tried enticing him with by displaying her nude body to him.

Stunned would be the correct word, she was completely stunned. Yet even that astonishment was overpowered by the flame of her desire for him. She was hot for him, dying, screaming inside for him, and nothing would stop the chance she’d been given to immerse herself in the freedom of having him. With a boldness she’d never before displayed in her life, she continued to passionately attack him, strike against strike.

Where he moved, she countered.

Their mouths assaulted each other, and she was breathless with excitement that he was responding to her. Emotion and heat poured from him. His erection was hard, throbbing, and hot.

Her controlled Viper had liberated his responses.

She felt him lowering her, and then she felt the softness of the bed covers. She thought he’d release her, sit beside her, but he continued to press her back, until she lay beneath him with her legs dangling over the edge. He hadn’t put his weight on top of her, but he balanced on his forearms, and she could feel his heat warming her cool exposed flesh. She reached her hands up to trace over the sinew across his chest and shoulders with purrs of appreciation touching the back of her throat. 

He leaned to one side and she felt the caress of his fingers over her hip. His gaze studied her with red strobing highlights in the centers of his irises. She felt slightly vulnerable being naked to his half-clothed, but his fingers stroked to her inner thigh and she forgot to worry about it.

His mouth hovered over hers as anticipation hitched her breath. Would he touch her
there
? When would he touch her
there
? The pads of his fingers slowly stroked her inner thigh, and she felt each movement circle through her body raising heat along with pangs of arousal.

“Zyn.”

She pulled him down to kiss him. To lose herself in him, maybe to beg him with her mouth to sway his fingers closer to her core, where she ached for him. His fangs prevented her from kissing his lips so she pressed her mouth to his jaw, kissing the strong bone, until she reached his throat.

When the heat of her lips touched his throat, she could feel the tensing tremor in his body as she nibbled. In ways he seemed unaffected, but in subtle ways he was totally affected. A satisfied smile arched her lips, and she brought her tongue out to play on that erotic zone.

***

Z
yn arched his throat as his fangs ached for sweet supple flesh and the hot blood beneath. He let them ache and he used the feeling to stroke responses on Anna’s creamy skin. Skin so soft and fragile, then so wet as he drew his fingers inward.

The feelings he had when he touched Anna’s tender slit were unbelievable. The first response of his instinct was to halt those feelings, corral them, and control them. His body shook with the combative efforts to stop the feelings or to let them go.

He’d been trained to subdue and control such feelings. He was to be an unfeeling expert, watching the female have her pleasure, while he maneuvered her. But the explosion of desire that buffeted him as he felt Anna’s wet vulnerable center was so desirable, he couldn’t stop it or stop the need to feel more.

Slowly as he moved his finger in satin wetness and his body stilled, he centered on the sensations, and he let little bits of his desire free.

He heard her moan and he felt the heat of her breath on his throat as he coated his finger in her dewy passion, and then he slipped his finger inside her with a groan he hadn’t stopped. Creamy heat clutched his finger as her hips rose.

Sounds of her pleasure branded his throat as he stroked in and out slowly. His hips moved with the motion, while his shaft throbbed to be inside her. But he denied it, as he had his fangs and his desire for her blood. More than that, he needed her response, to see her beautiful body as it exploded in a climax just for him.

On each outward stroke, he flicked his finger over her clit and she quivered, then she’d moan when he’d thrust his finger inward again. Next he’d added two fingers, slipping inside her, and he turned his gaze to watch her supple body as it undulated for him. Her hands gripped his shoulders with her nails biting inward.