Page 30 of The Alien's Lover


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And strangely enough, it lit her blood on fire too.

“The Prime Leader’s mate is pregnant.Luxirians and humans are compatible.”

Holy shit.

This was nuts, crazy.The knowledge that if they had sex, he could possibly knock her up should send her running.Even though she wanted children, many children, in the future, she didn’t know if she was ready for themnow.

So why was her heart pounding so fast?Why was she suddenly fantasizing about him fucking her so thoroughly that he shotbucketsof his seed inside her?

A sound escaped her throat, a cross between a moan and a whimper.Lihvan’s horn were fully straightened and, unbelievably, she felt his muscles start to expand underneath her hands.He was growingstronger.

“Luxiva,” he growled, his eyes slightly wild.“You must stop.”

“I can’t help it,” she whispered.For a brief moment, she wondered if humans had Instincts as well…and if hers had chosen Lihvan.It certainly felt that way.It would make sense why she’d always been so insanely attracted to him.Shehadmasturbated in front of him the day she met him, after all.

Lihvan started purring and Beks’ eyes rolled back into her head.His chest was vibrating and her clit was pressed right up against him.Like a woman possessed, all she could think about was getting him inside her and she rolled her hips down, searching.

His hands tightened on her hips, claws pricking her ass cheeks, stilling her.

“Nix,” he growled, gritting his jaw.“I am trying to be…honorable, female.You are not making it easy.”

Her pussy was on fire.She couldn’t stop squirming against him and when she moved again, she felt him.The crown of his cock brushed her entrance, ever so slightly.When Lihvan tried to pull away, she wiggled again and his tip wedged inside, just a little tease.

Lihvan hissed, eyes squeezing shut, and Beks leaned forward to nibble on his neck and ear.More turned on than she’d ever been in her life, she moaned, “Can’t you feel how much I want you?You’re going to feel so good fucking me, baby.Don’t you want that?”

Lihvan wrenched her head back and gave her that punishing, wild kiss again.Gone was her calm, broody alien.He was…undone.

“I want that more than I have wanted anything,luxiva,” he rasped.“I dream of mating your body, of shooting my seed in your womb, of breeding you over and over again until you are heavy with my offspring.”

“Then do it!” she cried out, frustrated, horny, out of her fucking mind.“Please!”

“I cannot,” he growled.

“Why?”

Lihvan shifted her up until his tip slid out of her and Beks groaned at the loss.“I promised that I would get you back to your home planet.”

“What does that have to do with anything?”

“You do not understand, female,” he said, shaking his head, his frustration growing with hers.She’d never seen him like this.“I told you before.If I claim you, I would keep you.Always.I would never let you return to your home.You would remain on Luxiria with me, until we both pass into the next life.”

Edges of clarity began to return to her hazy mind.“I would never go home again?”

“Nix,” he said, making a visible effort to gain control over his body.His muscles shook and he restrained him.“Never.When Luxirians find their fated mates, they never let them go.”

“Fated mates,” Beks whispered, going still.But the truth was in his eyes.“But…you said it was…you said Breeding partners.Isn’t that different?”

“Breeding partners can go separate ways after the offspring are born.Fated mates are for always,” he said, seeming resigned.“I am trying to make you understand why we must not do this.I want to be honest with you.”

“Have you ever…have you ever had a mate before?Do you get more than one?” she asked, trying not to let panic enter her tone.

“I have never had a Breeding partner,” he admitted and a selfish relief filled her.“Luxirians only have one fated mate.Most never find theirs.Only the truly blessed do.”

Ringing filled her ears as she stared at him.

“What are you saying?” she whispered.She already knew, but she needed to hear him say it.

He exhaled sharply through his nostrils, his gaze locking on hers.