Not only had I never planned further than this, I had assumed I’d die in the process. Or that I’d get captured and extraordinarily renditioned to some black site even I didn’t know about. Stuck in a hole and interrogated until I was dead. Yikes, that was bleak. But now hope glimmered on my horizon, at the dawn of this brand new year. With Killian’s aid, it might not turn out that way. We just had to lie low as long as we could until the heat died down above us and we could sneak away.
“Darling,” Killian murmured huskily. His hands moved with capable certainty as he shut the laptop and placed it back in the still-open closet. That freed up my lap, and it took the small amount of heat the laptop had generated with it. I shivered when I lifted my gaze from my sock-clad feet to his gray eyes. I knew what he wanted. It was time to give in to the attraction.
I raised my chin, and that was all the invitation he needed. He dipped down and covered my mouth with his, our breaths mingling, our tongues entwining. I let go of the blanket to grip the back of his neck, my fingers sliding into the silky golden strands of his hair. Yes, this was the way to celebrate. I could worry about tomorrow or about my future later.
Chapter 12
Daria
Killian surprised me when he gently guided me to my feet and located the hidden zipper at the side of my dress with deft fingers. It made my skin break out in goosebumps; I loved a man who knew what he was doing. Killian definitely knew what he was up to. Being an alien didn’t stop him from understanding female clothing, something that often stumped most men.
The cold air struck me hard when the dress slipped down my hips in a rush of silk. It pooled around my fluffy socks in a blood-red pool, contrasting starkly with the bare concrete floor. He left me in a silk slip, my nylon stockings, and the thick socks I’d pulled on over them. There was a long, glaring run along my shin in one stocking, and dirt-stained my knees. Not exactly sexy, but that was no objection to my alien spy.
He hissed, his hands gliding along my arms, down my hips. They left tingling, hot trails in their wake. I held my breath, watching as he went to his knees, his fingers dragging the pantyhose with them, but leaving my slip. He was staring with the utmost concentration, and I thought he was going to let me stand there, nearly naked, forever. Shivering my butt off in the cold.
Killian’s fingers encountered the socks, stopping him from taking off my pantyhose. That made him snap his head up, his gaze locking on my bare breasts, the nipples beaded from the cold. He rose to his feet in a fluid motion, picked me up bridal style, and laid me down on the cot. “You’re cold. I keep forgetting how fragile humans are…” He spread the blanket over me asI bristled at the implications. I wasn’t weak, and though I was cold, I wasn’t going to let it bother me.
Any form of protest was swept from my mind when he rushed to pull the rest of the blankets from my supply closet and piled them on top of me. Thatwastoasty warm, but it would be even warmer if he crawled under them with me, naked preferably. I had to settle for watching him as he slipped his weapon holster with the gun from his shoulders and hooked it on the bed frame next to my head. A striptease followed, spy style.
With a rustling noise, his belt slipped from the loops of his pants, glinting with lights and metal at the back, while the front looked like plain brown leather. It thudded heavily on the floor, and it became obvious he had many more gadgets sewn in his pants when they clanked as they dropped. My spy wore nothing underneath.
I didn’t track much else after that, my eyes locked on the proud erection jutting from his hips. He was not bothered by the nearly freezing temperatures inside this tiny basement: his cock was hard as a rock and impressively sized. It wasn’t quite human-shaped, and my belly swooped with illicit arousal as I made a note of the differences.
The head was more pointed, not a mushroom but more a spade. Below the glistening golden crown sat two ridges, one thicker than the other and lined with little dips and valleys. While veins ran down his length that seemed to glisten a little more than the rest of his skin did, like golden lightning patterned his already golden skin.
Naked, he grinned, a devastating shock to my system when he opened his mouth wider than he had before. Now, I noticed how sharp his canine teeth were. Not quite vampire, but close. “Let me take care of your feet first, Tally,” he drawled. It should have been innocuous, but it felt like sin itself. Probably because he was so unabashedly nude and erect, towering over my prone form on the narrow cot.
He stripped the nylons and my socks from my feet beneath the blankets; the bed dipping sharply as he sat down on the edge. Then his big hands engulfed my frozen toes, and they tingled, bordering on pain. He massaged them until they were rosy with warmth, his eyes locked on mine. They were telling me something, a promise, but that was too intense to complete.
“Are you going to use that, or is a massage all I’m getting?” I deflected when I got nervous, especially when someone was getting too close, like Killian was, with his smirk and his pretty gray eyes.
“Oh, don’t worry, pretty darling,” he promised. On hands and knees, he prowled up the bed, caging me against the thin mattress. Beneath the cover of the warm blankets, his heat blazed like a furnace, and his cock brushed silky wetness against my belly. “I’m going to taste every inch of you, and then I will fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before.”
“Promises, promises. More action, less talking,” I teased, and was rewarded by his mouth claiming mine. Our tongues dueled, clashing and fighting before I surrendered to the pleasure he invoked. My core felt molten and soft already, aching for him to fill me, but he was taking his time. Doing as he said and worshiping every part of me.
First, his tongue teased my neck, my collarbone, and then it traced a path along my breasts. When he sucked one nipple into his mouth, I nearly came off the bed, hovering so close to orgasm that it took my breath away. That had never happened before, and I was craving more.
With my fingers in his hair, I urged him on, but he wouldn’t let himself get distracted. My other breast got as much attention as the first before he finally descended along my belly to lick my clit. His tongue was rough, a little more textured than I expected it to be, and that was too much. My crest broke and spiraled, heat flushing my limbs.
Satisfied as a cat, he raised his head and grinned at me from between my thighs. “That’s it, my pretty Tally. But I’m not done.” He really wasn’t, and he proceeded to lick me to another crest, his fingers piercing my core to prepare me for the rest.
When he finally climbed over me, I felt limp and spent, but I wouldn’t miss this for the world. I hooked my thigh around his hip and canted my own to meet him. The arrow-shaped head of his cock felt hot, but it sank in easily, and then I felt the ridges. They stroked my walls, sensitized my nerves, and fire rocked through me.
His thrusts were steady, meant to tease me to another peak, and I wanted to see that control unravel. It was me that unraveled first, screaming as I came around his invading cock.
Chapter 13
Killian
Daria felt divine as she clenched around me. Her sounds were utter perfection, from her moans to her sobs, to the way she said my name as she came. With her taste still on my lips, it was almost impossible not to hurl over that edge with her, but I wanted to make this last.
With my Tally, you never knew what lay around the next corner. Danger, pleasure, a sacred mission— all in a day’s work with her. I admired her fire, her passion, and the loyalty she had for her people. Leaving Earth would be hard for her, but we were already the most hunted people in the city. To keep her safe, I had to make sure she came home with me. I hoped she would love Afir as much as I did once she saw it.
“Ah, Killian. What are you doing to me?” she sighed, and I leaned over to kiss her tenderly. She was perfect. My perfect match, a match forged in fire. We’d see her mission through to the end, and then I’d take her home where she belonged.
Lifting her leg, I pinned it between us against my chest for a deeper angle. Then I found her clit with my finger and stoked her fires with each powerful thrust of my body. When she came this time, I was with her, following her over that edge shortly after.
I curled her in my arms and rolled so I wouldn’t crush her, then held her close until our breathing eased. She was tired, her body limp, and I felt enormously satisfied that I caused that sleepy, radiant look in her eyes.
