Alien Romance: The Space Dragon's Owned: Scifi Alien Abduction Romance (Alien Romance, Alien Invasion Romance, BBW) (7 page)

He closed the door and approached her cautiously.

"Cass..."

Cassidy looked up. Her eyes widened when she saw him and she slid off the bed. Bradley braced himself for the revulsion in her eyes, the disgust and the fear. But instead she ran to him and straight into his arms. She clutched on to him, burying her face in his shirt.

"I'm so glad you're okay." She whispered.

Relief flooding him, Bradley wrapped his arms around her, burying his face into her neck with a sigh.

"You can't get rid of me that easily."

"You scared me, Brad."

Bradley drew back, lifting her chin so she was looking at him.

"What bit scared you?" He tensed. "The bit when I changed into a dragon?"

"No. The bit when I thought you were dead." Cassidy looked confused. "The dragon bit oddly doesn't worry me."

Bradley blinked.

"Really?"

"Really. Is that strange I'm not surprised about you being a dragon?"

"A little." Bradley smiled. Now, he was feeling better. "But I'm glad you're not scared of me. You'd be leaving a broken heart behind if you ran now."

"I don't want to run." Cassidy's eyes shimmered with tears. "I don't care about my ethics now. No more running for me."

"So what does that mean?"

"This, you silly idiot." Cassidy tugged his head down and kissed him. "I love you, Bradley Nash."

Bradley let out a breath he hadn't realized he had been holding. He smiled.

"That's music to my ears."

"Is it strange that I love a dragon shifter?" Cassidy queried.

"Is it strange that a dragon shifter is in love with you?"

Cassidy smiled. Her eyes glinted mischievously.

"I've always been fascinated by dragons."

Bradley couldn't wait any longer. He pulled her against him and kissed her hard. He had nearly lost her because of those damn men. There was no way he was going to lose his mate again.

Cassidy kissed him while she unbuttoned his shirt in hurried, jerky movements, tugging it out of his jeans. Finishing with the buttons, she pushed the shirt off his shoulders, taking a moment to explore his chest with her hands. Her hands felt so soft, so perfect against his body.

As she touched him, Bradley reached for his shirt that she still wore, tugging it open and pushing it down her arms. Then he pulled back and took a moment to look her over. Her skin was flushed and she was breathing heavily.

She looked incredible.

Bradley cupped her breasts with his hands, watching the molten fire in Cassidy's eyes as he squeezed her breasts together.

"You're so beautiful, Cass."

His lips crushed hers and Cassidy responded in kind. She pressed up against him, his erection rubbing against her belly through his jeans. His fingers tweaked her nipples until she was trembling in his arms.

She reached for his waistband and seconds later, his jeans were open and Cassidy was shoving them down his hips, boxers going with them. Then she pulled out of Bradley's grasp and dropped to her knees. Grasping his cock, she closed her mouth around him.

Bradley moaned as she sucked him in, palming his balls with one hand and pumping his cock with the other, swirling her tongue over the head. He began to pump his hips thrusting into her mouth. His orgasm started rising too quickly and he had to pull out of her mouth before he came.

Cassidy protested but then Bradley picked her up and laid her on the bed. As he stripped off his clothes, Cassidy untied her panties and tossed them onto the floor. Then she crooked a finger at him.

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Cassidy was burning up. The look Bradley was giving her could make her come its own. He didn't even need to touch her. But she needed him inside her now.

She couldn't wait and Bradley seemed to sense this. He covered her body with his, kissing her hard before shoving her legs onto his shoulders. He thrust into her to the hilt, emanating a sigh from both of them. Then Bradley stayed still, causing Cassidy to write beneath him. She hit his shoulder.

"Bradley, please!"

Bradley grinned, his eyes glowing amber. Then, without warning, he pulled out almost all the way and thrust back in. He began to thrust hard and fast, clasping her bottom in his hands. Cassidy cried out and scrabbled to hold onto something. Bradley was like an animal, teeth and lips clamping at her neck, digging his fingers into her skin as he tweaked her nipples.

Then his thumb flicked over her clit and Cassidy detonated, screaming as the orgasm hit her hard. Bradley groaned and thrust his hips harder. A second orgasm quickly followed the first, Bradley's following soon after. Thrusting for one last time as he spurted his seed inside her, he slumped over her.

Cassidy was too worn out to notice when was happening. Bradley pulled out and picked her up, Cassidy cuddling against him as he took them into the bathroom. Settling her on the toilet, Bradley turned on the taps in the bath and squirted a decent amount of bubble bath into the water.

When the bath was full enough, he turned the taps off and picked Cassidy up. He stepped into the tub and sat down slowly, sliding them into the hot water.

Cassidy leant her head on his shoulder and he held her, the water soothing her tired muscles. This felt really good. So good she didn't want to get out when the time came.

Bradley stroked her hair, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

"Marry me." He whispered.

Cassidy wasn't sure she had heard right. She stared up and stared at him.

"What?"

"Marry me, Cassidy." Bradley cupped her cheek in his hand and smiled. "I know it's early but it feels right. I want you with me every day. I want to go to bed with you every night and wake up with you every morning. I want everything you can give me."

Cassidy didn't need to think. She put her arms round his neck and kissed him.

"Yes. Yes, I will marry you." She shifted round until she was straddling his lap. "And will you make me yours in every way?"

Bradley's eyes flared. He growled and lowered her onto his cock, eliciting a moan from Cassidy.

"I will."

He latched onto her breast, nipping at the sensitive skin. His hips thrust slowly into her and Cassidy closed her eyes as she rode him, the angle making him go deeper.

Bradley kissed a path up to her throat, licking a line along her neck. Cassidy squirmed on his lap and arched into him as Bradley's teeth scraped against her skin.

When he bit down, her orgasm hit her hard. She clutched onto Bradley as he left his mark, writhing on his cock as he thrust into her. Once the pinch of the bite was over, it was the most erotic thing she had ever experienced.

She was still climaxing when Bradley pulled away, licking the mate marks, and thrust one last time.

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PREVIEW OF ‘AUCTIONED TO THE SERPENT’ BY ASHLEY HUNTER

The Auction

Ren Riceluk looked at herself in the full-length mirror and wasn't sure what she was looking at. She didn't know if she was staring at herself or a stranger.

The Ren she knew had never looked this beautiful. She was pretty, that much she would admit to, and she had curves that she loved and used them to her advantage. But she didn't wear finery such as the red silk gown that she had been fitted with for that evening. The dress had to cost two thousand dollars at best; she couldn't afford anything about five hundred dollars if she was lucky. A teacher's salary didn't allow her much finery.

So when her friend Alasia told her that they would supply the dresses for the few minutes they would be up on stage, Ren had decided to make the most of it. You only live once, she surmised. And it was for a good cause.

She might as well look good for a few minutes before everything went pear-shaped for her.

"Do you mind?" Ren felt a sharp nudge to her arm. "I can't see the mirror."

Ren muttered an apology and stepped away, watching as Anslee Thompson flaunted into view and checked herself for the umpteenth time, making sure that the low-cut of her violet silk dress was low enough on her small breasts and the skirt was above her knees. Ren had seen Anslee move to the mirror more than a dozen times since she had entered the room two hours ago and it was always to check that what she had adjusted five minutes before was not out of place.

The other young women kept away from her but Anslee kept swanning around, loudly reminding people who her father was and that she was going to bag the most money for the bachelorette charity auction.

Ren had quietly kept to herself. But it seemed like her attempt to keep out of the spiteful young woman's way was going to be for naught.

Anslee glanced at her in the mirror as she leant forward to check her cleavage, her nose wrinkling in distaste.

"What are you doing here?"

"I'm part of the bachelorette auction."

As were all the other women in the room but Ren wasn't one to be pedantic.

"You?" Anslee snorted. "You're one of the bachelorettes?"

Ren could see a couple of the women giving her sympathetic looks. The other women in the room were nice and Ren had done a circuit of the room getting to know everyone; it was in her nature to be nice to people. But Anslee was known to be a catty person. The nineteen-year-old didn't believe in being nice to get friends or for the sake of it; she was only nice when she needed something.

Ren braced herself. She had dealt with bullies like Anslee all her life; she wasn't going to cower before her now.

"Alasia decided I could bring in some money." Ren adjusted the V-neck so it covered more of her cleavage, which felt too revealing. "It is for charity, after all."

"Alasia needs her eyes tested." Anslee gave her a scathing look and snorted pityingly. "You're not pretty enough. You wouldn't fetch even triple figures in."

There was a gasp from someone. Ren rolled her eyes and placed a hand on a cocked hip.

"And why would that be, Miss Thompson?" She asked. "Because I'm not slim like you? Beautiful doesn't mean what you look like on the outside. I'm not the correct weight for my height but that's not going to stop me from being beautiful."

"You believe fat is beautiful?"

Anslee was looking at her like she was crazy. Ren raised an eyebrow.

"Do you believe thin is beautiful when you're a bitch on the inside? It isn't a good look."

Anslee was still staring at her but Ren didn't cower. She had faced many girls like Anslee at school. They didn't scare her then and Anslee didn't scare her now.

Finally, to Ren's surprise, Anslee smiled and barked out a laugh. She went to a nearby chair and sat, crossing her long legs as she reached into her purse.

"You've got some spunk on you." She retrieved a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. "I'll give you that."

"Plus I've got a bucket list and this is on it." Ren added. "Raising money for charity."

"A bucket list? Are you dying or something?"

Ren's heart clenched. It wasn't that obvious, was it? She had managed to keep the tremors to a minimum with her medication. No one could have seen it.

"I just want to try things once." She said quickly.

"Is having sex with a hot guy on your list as well?"

Ren blushed.

"Not really."

"Liar." Anslee grinned as she lit up a cigarette. "That would be my bucket list. A long list of who I would want to fuck."

Ren didn't know whether to laugh or cringe.

"Isn't that a little...?"

"Sluttish?" Anslee shrugged. "I know it does. But if I'm dying, I want to go out with a smile on my face, not thinking about what ifs." She blew a stream of smoke at Ren, who wafted it away as it came in her direction. "And I know who would be on the top of that list. Brock Willier."

"Billionaire Brock Willier?"

Ren had heard of Brock but had never seen him. There weren't even any pictures of him. If it wasn't for word of mouth, the man might not even exist. Every woman whispered about him but a very rare few got to see him. Ren knew she would never get that honour and, frankly, didn't really care. But it was nice to think what he looked like.

"The one and only. Barely any woman can get near him and those that succeed do say he is smoking hot in bed." Anslee sat back and drew on her cigarette again. "Perfecto for a one-off fuck."

"How so?"

"No emotions. Guy's as ice-cold as they come. He'll fuck you so you remember it for the rest of your life but you'd better not outstay your welcome or expect a second go." Anslee flicked some ash onto the floor. "One-off type of guy."

Ren shuddered.

"He doesn't sound very nice."

"Everyone says that about him. The most eligible bachelor this side of the United States and he doesn't give a damn."

Ren grunted.

"Doesn't sound like a title he's interested in." She surmised.

"He'll come round one day." Anslee smirked and winked. "And I hope I'm there to be a part of it."

Ren hoped that Brock Willier had some sense not to go near Anslee Thompson. The socialite was willing to put her claws into any man with a pulse and money. She would probably eat him up for dinner.

"Ren."

An attractive black woman in her thirties appeared in the doorway to the dressing room, a clipboard in her hands. Dressed in a grey pinstripe suit and her hair up in a bun, she looked every bit the professional. She sent a warm smile Ren's way.

"You're up next, honey."

Ren squared her shoulders and smoothed down her dress. This was it. One way of looking stupid in front of dozens of good-looking men who were willing to pay cash to have dinner with an eligible woman. She didn't expect to get much but she was willing to do what she could to raise money for charity.

She followed Alasia Fraser out the room.

"How do I look?"

"You look amazing." Alasia gave her a warm smile. "You'll dazzle them." She glanced back towards the dressing room. "I'm amazed you were talking to Anslee and she wasn't sniping your head off. She's not exactly the friendly type."

"I noticed." Ren shrugged. "I can hold my own."

Alasia chuckled. They turned a corner and Ren felt her legs give way. She shrieked and tried to catch herself, hitting the wall. Alasia turned and caught her before she fell to the floor.

"Whoa there, Ren." She steadied Ren back on her feet. "Are you okay?"

Ren wasn't okay. She knew that she wasn't. But she wasn't going to tell Alasia that. This wasn't exactly something to share. Not now. She managed a smile and a shrug.

"I'm fine. It's just these heels."

Alasia looked like she didn't believe her for a moment. But she stepped back and nodded towards a door Ren knew would bring her round the back of the stage.

"Go out there and sparkle, Ren?"

Provided she didn't fall flat on her face again.

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