Stark lowered his head, gaze holding mine as he locked his lips over my core. Plunged his tongue deep. Sucked my clit into his mouth. Played with it, with me. Two fingers slid deep as he worked me with his mouth.
I reached for him, for his shoulder. His hair. Anything I could grab hold of to anchor myself to reality. Our palms touched.
Something burned. Flared. Was I dying? Losing my mind? Nothing could feel like this.
I stopped breathing, the air locked in my throat as the taste of my pussy exploded inside my mind. I shared his primitive need to taste me, to hear me cry out in pleasure. I felt the actual pain of those needs. In his heart. His chest. His cock. His focus was absolute. Complete. There was nothing in his world but me. My body. My pleasure.
Mate.
Never had I been as beautiful, as perfect, as I appeared to him. My dark skin glowed with health, the softness seductive. My heavy breasts called to him to suckle, tease, conquer. The taste of my kiss mingled with my core in the perfect love potion. He was addicted. Couldn’t get enough. Wouldneverget enough.
The overload of sensation—his and mine—pushed me into orgasm. His tongue worked my clit as my inner muscles spasmed. There was no relief, no cool down. He pushed me over again. My back arched up off the table. A shocked cry left my throat.
He stood, pulled his cock free from his black pants. I had barely registered that fact before I was reaching for him. Begging him to fill me up. Take me. Make me his.
Feet digging into his hips, I tried to make him move faster. Deeper. Harder.
He refused, the blunt tip of him barely there. Inside me but notinsideme.
“Stark.” His name was a whimper.
Suddenly he was there, in my mind the way I’d been in his, as he thrust deep, filled me up to the edge of pain. He was huge. Hard. So good. God, so good.
“Give me your hand.” It was nothing less than a command. I didn’t even think to deny him. He pressed the back of my hand to the table and covered my palm with his. Our marks touched. Flared. Heated once more. His fingers tangled with mine and we both held on as he moved faster and faster, pumping into me like a machine.
My orgasm roared through me out of nowhere. No warning. No build-up. Just there, making me shatter in his arms, break into a thousand tiny pieces, our locked hands the only thing holding me together.
He followed me this time, his cock jumping inside my swollen core, filling me with his seed. And then it was over. Cock still inside me, he leaned over and took my lips in a series of kisses so soft, so reverent, tears gathered in my eyes. A strong rhythmic pulse flowed through our birthmarks, gently now, quiet as if they, too, were temporarily sated.
A heavy ache settled in the center of my chest, a wound, long ignored, now ripped open and bleeding. Bare. Exposed.
The way Stark touched me, the way he kissed me, the way his hands moved over my body—as if I was precious and perfect? It hurt. Hurt like hell because I realized no one had ever really loved me before. Not like this. Marked Mates. Rare. Destined to be together. Perfect for one another.
I’d thought he was spouting nonsense. I’d been wrong. So freaking wrong.
Worse, he was an alien. I had a dog and a new house waiting for me. A new life. New town. College classes. A future I’d fought hard for.
How was it possible that in just a few hours and I didn’twantto stay here, move, go to classes, exist…withouthim. Insane. This was completely crazy. I didn’t evenknow him.
A loud, desolate howl filled the ship.Lilah.
She howled again, made it sound like she was dying of loneliness. She knew I couldn’t resist that forlorn, desperate sound.
That dog was too smart for her own good.
Her third howl would have made an unsuspecting human worry that she was being tortured. I burst out laughing, the movement reminding me of exactly what Stark and I had been doing, and that he was still deep inside me.
His gaze locked on mine and he grinned. “I suppose you love that creature and will not entertain the idea of giving your pet to another?”
“Yes. I do love her. And no, I’m never giving her up.”
Suddenly serious, he leaned close and kissed me one more time. “How did she manage that?”
“She loved me first. Dogs aren’t like people. They don’t lie or hold grudges. They just love you.”
He pressed his cheek to mine, his lips brushing my ear, his cock still buried deep as if he never wanted to leave. “I can love you like that. If you’ll let me.”
I didn’t know what to think or say. I was in over my head. Way over my freaking head.
