Alpha Star: Big Sky Alien Mail Order Brides #1 (Intergalactic Dating Agency): Intergalactic Dating Agency (9 page)

The small, green, bulbous-eyed face stared back at him.

She looked down and clamped her legs together, catching his fingers between her knees. “Oh jeez. I forgot… It’s a joke. Joke undies from my roommates for my last birthday.” She trailed off.

The vise of her knees squeezed his wounded hand and he winced, inexorably levering her legs apart again. The strange green face was affixed to a second scrap of fabric covering her sex. His translator helpfully supplied the words embroidered in tiny font above, and he recited them aloud. “In this space, somebody better make me scream.”

He hadn’t known Earthers carried chromatophores in their skin, but Zoe’s cheeks turned a bright red, clashing with the green face. She sputtered, “It’s a quote, from an old movie, about aliens.”

He tilted his head. “You think aliens look like this?” He couldn’t quite keep the huff of affront out of his voice.

“What? No. I don’t know. It’s just a joke,” she insisted. “The alien in the movie actually did a lot of drooling and eating people.” She stared at him warily. “Uh, were you in the remake or something? I’m sure you were great.”

“You think I’m a great drooling alien?” He shook his head. “Now I think you’re offending me.”

“I didn’t mean that. I just haven’t seen a lot of movies lately, and—” She peered at him. “Oh, you’re teasing.” She leaned back again with a lazy smile. “Well, hopefully you are great at eating people.”

His translator struggled with her words, but he didn’t need its help. With a wicked smile, he grasped her ankles and pulled her flat onto her back.

She arched her spine, plumping the full mounds of her breasts higher. After finding the alien face in her underpants, he couldn’t wait to see what was under the thin fabric of her shirt.

He spread his fingers across her belly and peeled back the veil, revealing skin the same dusky gold as her thighs, delicate as a ray of sunlight through atmosphere. He wanted to fill his hands with her, hold that lush warmth to him, an antidote to the cold emptiness of space. But there was still so much to explore…

Pushing the shirt higher, he grumbled under his breath as he found another layer. “So many clothes.”

“Breasts like these can’t be allowed to just roam loose—Hey!”

The strength in his rebuilt hand wasn’t reliable, but it was more than enough to tear through the interfering scraps of fabric. Her breasts—twin moons to the sun of her belly—overflowed in pale glory.

“Be free,” he told them. He leaned down to press a kiss to each darker tip.

She sucked in a breath and touched his hair. “You said you were a mercenary, not a freedom fighter.”

“I was fighting for my freedom, but I’m willing to share with you.”

Her hands drifted over his shoulders and down his arms, drawing a hungry shudder from his muscles like a magnetic force calling to the metal in him. Her caress stopped at the fastening of his pants. “What else do you have to share?”

He had no answer except an incoherent growl when her fingers curled against his belly. She fumbled for a moment with the seal at his groin, then made a soft sound of surprise when the seal parted.

They were pressed too close together for her to look down, and he was glad she’d left the lights on so she didn’t notice one of the unEarther differences between them. To distract her further, he pressed his body between her thighs, watching closely for her reactions. He liked pressure there and friction there. Ah, so did she, it seemed. She tilted her head back, the short ripples of her hair fluffed in a dark, pretty halo.

He set his mouth against the column of her arched throat, and she made a yearning noise that vibrated through his teeth. She quivered at his touch like the
Sinner’s Prayer
sleeking through the improbable truth of an interstellar wormhole, caught for a spacetimeless moment between the risk of oblivion and the quintessence of living.

Hells, she was making him poetic.

With mouth and hands, he charted her body as if she was captured territory, finding her every weakness and his every desire, and her tremors and moans were his priceless reward.

The sunset-red flush across her skin wasn’t a color-shifting chromatophore signal, he realized. It was her blood, rising hot and needy to his touch. The vulnerability pierced him to the core. He’d never shared breath with a being who roused in him such a protective instinct. He’d wanted to pay his debt to his crew, but her… He wanted to sheathe her in his metal, guarding her from all the dangers in the universe, giving her the treasure of his body.

Madness. He had nothing to give her, nothing except the
Prayer
. And a solar system, but only if he took a bride, which she’d already rejected. The violent urge ripped through him to take her regardless, to show her what she was missing by denying him. That was the Jaxian metal-lord way of arrogance and command.
High and mighty
, he heard her whisper in his head.

Following the unconscious treasure map she left him of her sighs and trembling muscles, he circled his tongue around the stiff, swollen beads of her nipples until her spine bowed right off the bed. His shaft swelled and bowed as if following her lead. Her scent of Earther flowers and the flavor of the drinks they’d shared swirled in his head, but both submerged beneath the marker that was uniquely her. The metal-lord sensitivity to the most valuable minerals in the universe had made Jaxians rich beyond compare, but he’d never realized that now, having tasted her, he would always know the singular composition of elements—birthed in the explosions of stars and scattered across lightyears by stellar winds—that had created her.

Was this what the Intergalactic Dating Agency had meant by meeting his match?

Stunned and wondering, he kissed his way to her core and breathed across the enigmatic alien face on her crotch.

She let out a shuddering gasp, her fingers digging into the meat of his shoulders. “You don’t have to. I’m more than ready.”

“I have to prove I’m good at eating you.”

Her hands spasmed. “I believe you,” she said fervently.

If only she believed in aliens.

Maybe, just possibly, she could believe in true love. If Sin stayed on course.

No boyfriend or lover had ever seemed so instinctively attuned to her responses. He’d said “show me” and then actually paid attention before she even spoke. Good thing, because she didn’t think she could speak considering how he took her breath away.

She’d told him they had to be quiet but here she was moaning like a ghost haunting those sad old estate boxes. Despite her good intentions, she moaned again when he dropped between her legs. He spread her knees wide, and his breath on the damp cotton between her legs was first cool then so hot when he lowered his mouth.

She’d never be able to look these alien panties in the eye again without blushing.

She bowed off the bed, offering up her sex to him. And he took it, his lips parting around her vulva, his tongue flat to her clitoris, sending a starburst of sensation flaring through her. Wait, where had the little green man gone? Sin had stripped away her panties as brutally as he’d shredded her bra. Such careless treatment of her underthings should’ve alarmed her, but, day-um, that primitive caveman grunt when he’d wanted to see her naked was so sexy, as if anything that got between him and her was doomed.

Her breath hissed out of her in a needy whine when he flicked his tongue over the sensitive bundle of nerves between her legs. His tongue was agile, slick, and…pierced? She remembered that smooth, hard, exactly right pressure from a week-long college tryst with a riot grrrl. But she hadn’t noticed Sin’s piercing when she’d been swapping spit with him a few minutes earlier.

Well, she’d wanted to recapture some of her glory days, so she certainly wasn’t going to complain. Especially when he used it so, so well.

Her attention fuzzed out like her vision, narrowing only to Sin and the very sinful things he was doing to her.

She bucked her hips up to his mouth and he held her aloft with his one gloved hand under her ass. God, he was so strong. She was a full-size woman with a full-size-plus butt, and still his grasp was rock steady. His other hand cupped her breast, tweaking her nipple between his thumb and finger as if he was dialing in an old-fashioned radio signal. Whatever the frequency of pleasure was, it bounced along her nerves, gaining strength with every revolution until her whole body trembled with uncontainable tension.

“Oh, Sin, I’m going to come,” she warned.

His answering growl hummed through her, a harmonic vibration in her bones that unleashed the quivering pressure inside her and exploded in a torrent of white-hot sensation. She jackknifed around him, all her muscles seizing with the mighty force of her orgasm.

She clamped her jaw tight against the urge to scream his name again.

She was still quivering with the aftermath when he reared up to his knees. Despite the too-harsh-for-sexy-times glare of the overhead light fixture, his eyes were even brighter, the blue glowing as if the rum he drank was burning inside him. The flame seemed to jump to her when she raked her hazy gaze down his naked body. He’d kicked off his jeans at some point, and his cock jutted hard toward her. Clearly he hadn’t been bored while he serviced her, but…

She frowned, trying to focus her eyes and her mind. Was his cock glowing too? Not blue flame, but almost metallic gold. That was too weird…

He prowled toward her across the mattress.

“Wait.” She swiveled to her side, reaching for the bedside table.

His big hand settled on her hip, and his fingers sank into her flesh. “Trying to get away again?”

“Not a chance.” She wriggled forward to reach the lower drawer, which put her ass half over his bent knee.

He anchored her there. “Then what—?”

She glanced back at him, waving a condom.

He tilted his head as if he’d never seen one before. Well, maybe his other dazed and satisfied lovers had let him slide. And she would let him slide right into her too—as soon as he had a condom on.

“Non-negotiable,” she said.

He spread his hands. “Mercenary, remember? I come when the negotiations fail. But show me.”

She ripped open the package—grateful for the bedside kit she always kept of flashlight, pocketknife, and condom—and unfurled the latex down his hard length.

Measuring him with her hands made her inner muscles clench again. His tongue had been amazing, but she longed to be filled by him. She blinked as the lubricated latex seemed to shrink. No, he was getting bigger. Oh jeez, and he’d already been a handful.

“Ah, let me.” He nudged her hands aside. “Your touch is engorging me. I need to be inside you.”

What, like he’d just keep getting bigger? Even as wet as she was, he’d be a challenge to take. “Sin…”

He snapped the condom into place with a roughness that made her wince, but he seemed unfazed. “Are you having second thoughts about a second orgasm?” He loomed over her.

She leaned back, eyeing him. “Oh, very high and mighty.”

He smirked. “We’ll go together this time.”

Before she could call him on his arrogance, he tipped her backward and kissed her hard. His tongue—definitely pierced; she tasted the zing of metal, a high note against the earthy musk of her own juices—teased hers just as the wide head of his cock eased into her slick depths. She gasped and arched into him, taking his tongue and his hard length deeper.

His groan echoed her, and he stroked himself in her flesh with an urgency that whispered to her of a longing as powerful as hers. She canted her hips and tilted her head to take him all the way, and he breathed out harshly as he settled himself flush to her hips and froze. She would’ve sworn he was too big, even as ready as she’d been, but instead he seemed to fit perfectly.

She wriggled experimentally, and he hissed. His cock pulsed, and it was her turn to gasp as his thickness expanded another degree, stretching her to delicious fullness.

“Oh god, Sin.” She writhed again. “It’s like you were made for me.”

“I told you we were a match.” His voice was raspy with restrained passion.

But she didn’t want him restrained. She splayed her knees, though there wasn’t any room between them to bring him closer, and looped her heels behind his butt. She lifted herself into him, her gaze on his locked as tight as her pussy on his cock. “You might just inspire me to start dating again.”

His blue eyes flared. “
My
match,” he reminded her. He withdrew from her until just the tip of his dick hovered at her entrance. “My mate.” He slammed back into her.

What a caveman. She shouldn’t love it so much. But she did. She squirmed, and with each helpless movement, his cock seemed to expand and contract to align with her body, as if it breathed with her desire.

His thrusts, at first slow and deliberate, left her grasping for more, and as he sped his rhythm, her gasps kept time. He braced himself above her and stared down with a ferocious intensity that she imagined had sent any number of opponents fleeing. But she was pinned to her bed. And flying at the same time.

She couldn’t stop herself from keening softly, and he lowered himself to kiss her, blunting the sound. She gripped his shoulders, holding fast and urging him along at the same time. She trembled at the force of him pounding into her body. Her whole world was spinning… Well, the world spun without her anyway, but somehow she was vitally aware of it, connected.

Connected to Sin. He thrust as if he would go all night, but the vertigo spinning inside her tightened like a whirlpool. For a second, her pulse stuttered in fear. It was too much like waking up in a strange place after the fatal missile that had ripped through the pump house, destroying her little attempt at making a good life and smacking her in the head with the awareness that despite her best efforts, the world was always one brick away from falling down.

She closed her eyes and grasped at the wide shoulders above her, not in pleasure this time, but to just hold on. Focused on her own unraveling, she almost didn’t notice that he’d paused.

“Zoe?” He smoothed one hand over her hair, tilting her head back. “Look at me.”