Sweet Alien Savage (Zerconian Warriors Book 4) (14 page)

Oh, crap. Oh hell. Shit, that hurt.

Mila grabbed hold of her foot, jumping up and down as she tried to keep from crying out with pain. Koran was asleep on her couch and she’d been attempting to sneak past him to the small kitchen when she’d stubbed her toe. Again.

“Mila? What are you doing?”

Fantastic.

“Just getting a glass of water. Sorry to wake you.”

“Do you usually jump around on one foot when getting a glass of water?”

“Yes. Yes, I always hop on my way to the kitchen. Gets the heart pumping.”

A light switched on by the sofa and he sat, staring at her. “You hit your toes again, didn’t you?”

With a sigh, she sat on an armchair, rubbing her foot. “Damn chair is going in the rubbish tomorrow.”

“Here. Let me see.” He reached for her foot.

“I’m fine, really, you don’t have to…”

He took her foot in his warm hands and sparks of delight filled her blood. Her breath caught as he massaged her foot lightly.

“You seem to crash into objects a lot.”

She shrugged. “I’m clumsy.”

“Sometimes you fall over nothing.”

“Yes, I know. I’m a klutz. There’s no need to go on about it.” Was he trying to humiliate her? She attempted to snatch back her foot.

“Have you been examined by a healer?”

“Being clumsy isn’t a medical issue.” Could he not just let this go?

“It is if you keep hurting yourself.”

“Sometimes I get a bit light-headed, okay? I just stubbed my toe. I didn’t cut off my foot. If you find my clumsiness annoying or embarrassing, then perhaps I’m not really your mate.”

Suddenly, she found herself in the air then he settled her on his lap. Koran surrounded her with his arms as he gave her a stern look. “I never said that I found you embarrassing or annoying. Ever. But it is my job to ensure your safety. I just want to make sure that there is nothing medically wrong with you. Why do you get light-headed?”

“Usually, when I don’t eat often enough. I have a fast metabolism.”

“You barely eat at all.”

Mila bit back her sigh. She had a feeling she was going to regret telling him that.

“What were you doing?”

“I was trying to get a glass of water,” she said breathlessly, the heat of his body stirring her. Actually, she’d been lying awake, thinking about him, wanting him, hungry for his touch.

“Mila?”

“Yes?”

“You need to move. I do not have the control to resist you when you are so close.”

She glanced up into his amber gaze. “I can’t. Koran, I cannot resist you anymore. I don’t want to.”

He groaned then took her mouth in a deep, thorough kiss that filled her with pleasure. He kissed his way down her neck, sending shivers of delight through her body. He reached her collarbone and his tongue was wicked.

Very, very wicked.

He snuck one hand beneath the bottom of the long t-shirt she’d worn to bed, rubbing up and down her thigh.

“Oh God, Koran.”

“I want you, Mila.”

“Me too. I couldn’t sleep. My body is on fire.”

He ran his fingers over her panties. Her pussy clenched, moisture coating the cotton. “Unless we join it’s only going to get worse. Your need for me will become unbearable.”

“It already is.” She kissed him lightly, totally in awe of her daring as she brushed her lips against his.

Koran slipped his tongue between her lips, tasting her, exciting her further. He grabbed the base of her t-shirt, wiggling it up to her thighs before reaching underneath to cup her breast. He tweaked her nipple and she groaned.

Satisfaction filled his face as he gazed down at her intently. “Do you like that?”

“Yes.” Like didn’t really cover it.

“This needs to come off. I need to see you. Touch and taste all of you.” He grabbed her t-shirt.

“No. Wait.” She grabbed his hands, stilling him.

“What is wrong?”

“What’s your favorite color?” she asked.

“I do not have one.”

“Really?” She gaped at him. “You don’t have a favorite color?”

“No. And is this really the time to ask this?”

“I just want to know you better.” And she needed to slow things down a bit so she could work out how to tell him that she was a virgin.

“Do we not know each other well enough?” He laid her back on the sofa and sat next to her. “I know that I want you. I know that you are my mate. I know that you are a good person. I have admired how you have handled everyone who has brought their problems and complaints to you with patience and kindness. You are intelligent, talented and mine. You are mine.”

She stared up at him, surprised. “That’s the most I have ever heard you say in one go.”

He shrugged, looking slightly embarrassed. “I am not good with compliments or expressing feelings. But I admire you, Mila. I made a mistake when I thought your sister was what I wanted in a mate. Everything I thought I wanted was wrong.
You
are who I want. I will never be good with feelings or emotions; I am certain I will annoy you numerous times. But I know that you are patient enough to handle me.”

She grinned. “Let’s hope so.”

“I know you are unsure about our mating. I do not have the words to reassure you except to say that you come before everything else to me. I would put myself between all danger and you. I would do my best to never let you come to harm. I will do my best to be what you need.

“I do not know what love feels like. I am not certain I ever will. But I will commit myself to you for the rest of our lives. I will never let you down or leave you. Mila, you are my everything.”

Tears filled her eyes. “That’s enough. That’s more than enough.” Sitting, she threw her arms around him.

“I want to be with you, Koran. Make me yours.”

He kissed her deeply until they were both panting, their need like a breathing, living thing between them.

“I have to tell you something,” she told him as he pushed her gently back.

He grabbed the top of her t-shirt and ripped it down the middle.

“Oh.” She let out a giggle. It sounded slightly hysterical.

“Can it not wait?” He drew the sides of her t-shirt apart, staring down at her with such hunger in his gaze that her whole body went on high alert.

She’d never thought her body particularly attractive, but the way he watched her made her feel beautiful. Wanted.

He really wanted
her
. Not Aline. Not anyone else. Finally, she was starting to truly understand.

She really was his.

And he was hers.

He cupped her breasts. They didn’t even fill his hands.

“There isn’t much there,” she told him apologetically.

“Much what?”

“Uh, boob. I know men like big breasts.”

“I am not a human male,” he reminded her, leaning in to lick each nipple. He teased her, moving back and forth, biting at each nipple then lapping at them gently, soothingly.

Need overwhelmed her, pounding at her. She moved restlessly beneath him, wanting more.

“Do I need to tie you up?” he growled.

“What?” She gaped up at him.

Standing, he picked her up and moved to her bedroom. “To keep you still. You would look beautiful tied to the bed, your legs spread, arms above your head. Helpless to my every touch.”

As he placed her on the bed, she cleared her throat, trying to find her voice.

“While that sounds interesting,” she stated hoarsely, “maybe we can save that for another day.”

Her body cried out at her rejection. Yeah, so it sounded more than interesting. It sounded hot.

Really, really hot.

“Yes, I would need my equipment. I find myself too impatient this first time.”

Equipment? Note to self: Must ask Koran what equipment he is talking about.

Koran drew off her t-shirt and moved back to her breasts, attacking them with a fervor she definitely appreciated. Unsure what to do, she placed her hands on his shoulders and squeezed.

Suddenly, he stood and quickly stripped. “I cannot wait. I must have you.”

Voice lost once more, she just gaped at him. Koran paused, watching her.

“Like what you see?” he asked in an arrogant voice. Reaching down, he grabbed his thick, erect shaft.

This wasn’t the first cock she’d seen. Hell, she’d seen Stefan’s dick more times than she cared to remember.

But it was the only cock she’d ever seen that was going inside her.

And it was freakin’ huge.

“Like isn’t the word I was thinking of,” she muttered.

His gaze darkened as he stared down at himself. “You do not like what you see?”

Whoops. “That’s not it. You’re gorgeous and you know it. You’re incredible. But I’m not sure that you … I mean you …” She waved her hand at him, frustrated by her inability to vocalize her thoughts.

“Mila. Breathe.”

She took a deep breath in.

“Now, let it out.”

She breathed out.

“Tell me what is the problem.”

“I’ve never had sex before. I’m a virgin,” she blurted out.

“Oh.”

Oh? That was all he had to say?

A huge grin covered his face. Mila watched, enraptured by how stunning he was when he smiled.

“You saved yourself for me. No male has ever touched you before and no male ever will again.”

She shook her head. “Wait. And that’s what makes you smile? My virginity?”

“You will never know any other touch but mine,” he stated arrogantly. “This pleases me.”

Of course, it did. Nothing else made him smile. But the fact that she’d never fucked another man practically made him swoon with happiness.

Idiot male.

“Do not worry, Mila. We were made for each other.”

She licked her lips nervously. “Are you sure?”

Nodding, he moved forward. “Touch me.”

Reaching out, she tentatively ran her hand up and down his shaft. “It’s silky. Smooth.”

His cock twitched and she smiled. “You don’t have any hair down here.”

“Zerconians don’t.”

“I do.” Would he find that repulsive?

He grinned. “I like our differences. Your softness. Your breasts. The smoothness of your skin and the sweet way you smell.”

She blushed.

“Do not worry, Mila. I would do nothing to hurt you. I will ensure that you are very, very ready to take me.”

“How will you do that?” she asked.

“By making, you come. On my fingers. And on my tongue.”

“I don’t know that that’s a great idea.”

“I do.” He spread her legs apart, kneeling between them.

“Shouldn’t I shower first?”

“No.”

“But—”

“No,” he repeated.

“You don’t know what I was going to say,” she protested as he kissed along the top of her panty-line.

“Doesn’t matter. I am going to lick you. I am going to lap at you. I am going to love your taste and I will do this often.”

Oh, crap.

Grabbing her panties in both hands, he pulled, ripping them.

“You need to stop ripping my clothes. I don’t have an endless supply.”

“Good, then you will have to go around naked.” Reaching out, he licked the top of her slit.

A shiver raced through her.

“I’m sure you would like that. Not sure everyone else would.”

“No one else would see you naked,” he growled. “This is all for me. I will buy you new clothes.”

Reaching up with his hands, he played with her nipples as he took a long, deep lick of her pussy.

Holy shit. Yeah, this was something she could easily become addicted to.

“Place your hands behind your head,” he ordered. “You are not to move while I bring you to pleasure.”

Did he want to ask her to fly to the moon at the same time? It was impossible to remain still.

“Move and I will be forced to punish you.”

“Punish me?” she asked her voice squeaking.

“Yes. I might be forced to spank you. Zerconian males often spank their females if they disobey them.”

Oh hell no.

“There is no way you are spanking me, buddy.”

He raised his eyebrows. “No? Not even if you might enjoy it?”

Enjoy it? Was he serious?

“I find I could never spank you as serious punishment. But a fun spanking. That is something we might both enjoy.”

“I doubt it.”

Quickly, he flipped her onto her stomach. He smacked his hand down twice on her ass.