I didn’t care who saw us, who heard me. Did. Not. Care. My inner walls were shooting off like a supernova, every spasm clamping down on his cock while his bulk held the small muscles wide, stretched open, burning up as his invasion pushed my orgasm higher. Next level. Nothing existed but him.
It seemed to go on forever. Time had no meaning as he pumped his seed into me and his soft groans filled the car.
When it was over, he lay pressed on top of me, breathing heavily. His skin was hot. Blazing hot. I would have to ask Adrian if all Atlans got this way during sex, or if it was just my Atlan.
My Atlan. I liked the sound of that.
I lay unmoving for a few minutes, fingers shifting through the soft strands of his hair. I liked this feeling, could get addicted; his body still inside me, ripples of aftershocks pulsing through my core. His heat kept me warm like a protective blanket. A very satisfied man—alien—practically passed out with pleasure on top of me.
“Velik?”
“Hmmm.” His response was more rumble than anything.
“Your ass is hanging out the back of my car. We should probably get out of here and get your jellyfish stings looked at.” The aliens could use their magical healing wand on him and then we could do this again. And again.
I remembered now. Adrian had recommended keeping a Re-Gen wand handy for taking care of soreness after…well. She had an Atlan mate, too.
Reaching up, over my head, I stroked his cheek. His lips were full and kissable. Everything about him was perfect. His eyes were closed and he looked like a little boy. Well, a very large boy.
Scratch that. There was nothing boyish left in the beast’s face. He just looked…at peace. I did that for him. Me. It seemed impossible. “Hey there, big guy. Did I wear you out already?”
Silence. Not even a flicker of his eyelids. Nothing.
With every ounce of strength I possessed, I shoved him until he rolled onto his side next to me and I could wiggle out from beneath him. His back hit the wheel well with a thud. Dead weight. Legs hanging out the back of the car.
Oh, god. What was wrong with him? Why wasn’t he moving?
“Velik? Velik!”
5
Stefani
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“Come on, come on, come ON!” I held down the horn as I raced past another red light. I’d never broken so many traffic laws in my life. I’d barely managed to get Velik’s legs into the car. God, he was heavy. But I did it. I had no idea what was wrong with him, but I couldn’t exactly take him to a human hospital.
Here’s a three hundred pound alien, doc. Fix him up.
No. His only chance was the processing center. They had ReGen tech there and doctors who knew how to treat a Warlord without killing him. And it wasn’t that far now.
Velik’s silence pushed me close to a pure panic. I turned on the radio so I would be able to finish the drive. Without the noise I would have spent every second of the drive listening to see if I could hear him breathing.
Please be breathing.
Did Atlans have heart attacks? Or strokes? Maybe an aneurysm? Did they just topple over like humans did? Or was it the damn jellyfish stings? That many on a human definitely would have earned a hospital visit. But he’d seemed fine. More than fine.
Hot. Sexy. Growly and possessive in the most delicious way. I’d never allowed myself to really believe I’d have a mate like my sister did. The possibility of it never happening was too painful. So, I just didn’t hope.
Until there he was, saying ‘mine’, and blowing my mind, taking me in public. What’s more? I didn’t care who saw us. Which had been oddly…liberating. And sexy.
Was I turning into a freak now who got off on having sex in public?
What if I was? Did I care?
No. I didn’t. I only cared about him. He was mine now, my mate. My forever. He’d said the word and he’d claimed me. I knew how the Atlan beast worked. One woman and that was it. One and done. He. Was. Mine.
The tires on my car squealed around the turn as I hauled ass into the Interstellar Brides Center parking lot. There was a guard, of course. I slammed on the brakes, fishtailed toward him and didn’t feel one bit sorry when he had to take a step back to avoid being hit by the car’s bumper. I rolled down my window to the smell of burning tires on asphalt. “I have Velik. He’s in a coma or something. He needs a doctor.”
