Page 8 of Protected By the Alien Mercenary

His tail stroked against me roughly, pleasure shooting through me as it put pressure on my clit. Then it was gone so suddenly that I whined against him. No, come back! That felt good. He laughed against my lips, his nose brushing along mine. “Easy, sweetheart. I’m just taking the knife off. I’ll take care of you. You know I will.” Yeah, I did. That’s what he’d proven to me the past twenty-four hours, over and over. I couldn’t believe I’d only known him for that short a time; it already felt so much longer.

Soon his tail returned between my thighs and this time he stroked with much more purpose. The spade-shaped tip flicked along my folds with precision and exactly the right rhythm and pressure. We were wearing too many clothes; I wanted to feel him against my skin. The thought had barely crossed my mind or Thar’oc let out another fierce growl; his forehead furrowed in a deep frown. With a ripping noise, he tore his shirt from my body, and his sharp claws made quick work of the black body suit next.

I did not complain about seeing those clothes shredded from my flesh; I never wanted to wear that stupid catsuit again. My mercenary had already bought me new, better things. So the suit could burn for all I cared.

His claws never touched my skin, infinitely careful with my fragile body. His mouth was far rougher when he dragged it from my lips, down the column of my throat, and then settled it over one of my nipples and sucked. I screamed, spine arching as I came off the mattress in his arms. Sharp pleasure burned a path straight to my core, where his tail was still expertly stroking through my folds.

His purr rumbled deeply in his chest, vibrating through my body in all kinds of delicious ways. His hand roamed, pulling scraps of my torn suit from my skin. I felt his fingers along my hip, then curve around my rear and squeeze. His tail was suddenly against slick wet skin, my core open to him, and he took immediate advantage. I felt the arrowhead press against me. It pushed in; and wider than a pair of fingers, it stretched me.

My fingers clenched around his horns and when he lifted his head from my nipple, I yanked him back down by those handholds. He laughed, his chuckle deep and husky. He didn’t comply, twisting his head against my sensitive skin to lick along the valley between my breasts, and then a path to the other nipple. Yes, that was a good idea too!

“You are tight,” he growled, his tail pushing more firmly until suddenly the head slid all the way in. Instantly, I saw stars. I hadn’t noticed the nubbed little ridge along it, but I noticed it now. It rubbed along my walls, then against my G-spot. That was all it took, an orgasm crashing through me. My toes curled, my breathing faltered, and my heart raced inside my chest.

“Fuck, Thar’oc,” I moaned. My fingers twitched against his horns, pulling him up, then against my breast again. I didn’t know what I wanted; a kiss? That suction on my sensitive peak? He rumbled a deep laugh, but thankfully, he took control. His mouth claimed mine in a scorching kiss while his tail continued to fuck me through my peak.

As the last of my orgasm ebbed away, he pulled that tip from my core with a wet noise. Still dressed himself, I had the pleasure of watching him rise on his knees between my thighs. He yanked the fly on his pants open and freed his erection. It was as thick as my wrist, proudly stabbing into the air with a narrow, charcoal-gray head. Ribs lined the upper part while two silver bars glinted along the bottom of the head; he was pierced.

Just like everywhere else, he had these jagged lightning lines of blue on his cock. They glowed far brighter than anywhere else, and they looked thicker too, like veins. That thing was going to feel so different inside of me, and I couldn’t wait to find out.

He lined us up, hooking my thigh over one of his arms, the other yanked wider for him by a loop of his tail. His azure eyes locked on my face. There was no asking permission visible in that glance; I only saw a possessive claim. He surged into me with a first shallow stroke, my body arching as sensation shot through me. The wide, spade-shaped head of his tail had forged the way. I was open for him.

Each ridge along the top of his cock bumped along my wall, rubbing my G-spot, while the piercings along the bottom stroked with a different texture. It was the glowing veins that truly felt different. They were hotter than the rest of him. When he bottomed out, I dug my toes into his hips. “Thar’oc,” I panted, “Please.” I didn’t even know if I was asking him to move or to give me time to adjust.

His grin was wicked and scorching hot, the pace he set rough enough to scoot me across the smooth surface of the air mattress. I had never before been able to come from penetration alone, but I was certain I would this time. His cock felt like nothing I could compare it to. It felt perfect, and my peak was so close, I could taste it.

Then he did something with his hips, a better angle, deeper, and that crest burst over me like a tidal wave. I shouted, I moaned, and my body thrashed in his grip. I came so hard I saw stars; the pleasure spiraled through me from my center, a rush of warmth that filled my chest.

His rapid pace stuttered when I clamped down on him, his thick intrusion tightly in my grasp. Then I felt him as he hurled over the edge after me, his erection twitching, swelling, and then the hot wash of his seed. He roared as he came, his deep voice rattling the pipes above our heads. There was no mistaking what kind of creature had just fucked me: an alien, a demon, a ruthless killer. A protector all mine.

Chapter 10

Thar’oc

Rikki was fast asleep against my chest, her breathing fluttering across my skin, and her lashes these pale crescents against her soft cheeks. She was beautiful and for a few heartbeats I let myself savor this moment, and how lucky I was that I’d found her. Even luckier that she was here with me, and that she had come willingly into my arms.

Then guilt struck and my tail twitched against her hip, my free arm flying up to touch one of my damn horns. The notches burned against my fingertips, each carved slice warning me that my violent past had shaped me into a male that Rikki likely never would have picked if she had options. A big part of me was pretty good with that. She was mine, and I was not letting her go. But there was this little niggle of doubt, too. What if she found out, and it made her unhappy? What if I couldn’t give her what she really needed? A good male, with a proud and honest history? A bright future?

She sprawled on top of me and had my cock still snugly embedded in her tight passage. The thin thermal blanket I’d spread over us clung to every curve of her; her soft rear, her gently curved spine, the soft roundness of her shoulder. I should wake her, not ogle her ass as I contemplated her snug grip on me. This was when an honorable male would come clean and share everything, but I was not a good, honorable male. I was a killer and a mercenary.

Her breathing changed then, her lashes fluttering, and I knew she was stirring. I didn’t want this moment to be over yet. I wanted to buck my hips and wake her by fucking her. Already, my tail was curling around her thigh, pulling it higher so my rapidly firming cock could sink deeper. Then she clenched her muscles around me and I was done for.

Surging up, I pressed in deep, our combined release from before easing the way. She moaned, head lifting in startled surprise, and a pink flush spread across her face. “Thar’oc,” she said, her voice rough from sleep, and I hoped a little rough from the screaming earlier.

Her blunt nails dug into my shoulders as she hung onto me. Each thrust of my hips made her clench me tighter, my piercings and ridges stroking her sensitive inner spots. Her eyes had fluttered shut again, her head tossed back as rapture spread across her face. She was the prettiest thing I’d ever laid eyes on; I couldn’t get enough.

Tunneling the still bare tip of my tail from around her thigh and between our bodies, I found her pleasure button and started stroking that in tandem with the pounding of my cock. When she spiraled apart, her grip was like a tight fist, rhythmically clutching around me. It was too much, her loud moans, her nails biting into my skin, and that grip. I shouted her name, my seed boiling out of me in fierce bursts. She milked every single one of them, pulling me deeper into her body, where I knew I was meant to be.

Languid with satisfaction, the first hints of sleepiness touched my mind. I had not been able to shut my wildly spinning thoughts off before, but this round had soothed something ragged inside of me. I didn’t understand it, just knew that her willingness to take what I gave her meant everything to me.

Then her fingers trailed up along my neck. They danced like feathers along my jaw before they reached my mane. My breath stalled in my chest when she touched the base of one of my horns, my eyes flying open to look at her. She seemed soft and drowsy, but curious and far too awake to drift off again. She was touching my notch-carved horn, her finger probably dipping into the first cuts carved in the spiraling keratin. “What do these mean?” she asked, the dreaded question innocently flying from her lips.

I wasn’t quite sure why my mouth went dry; she had already seen me kill for her, and yet… “It means,” I said, “That I’m a murderer.” She was touching the first notch, the only notch that did not represent the death of another being. It represented the death of my old life, of my shameful past. It marked a turning point, no longer First Class Marksman of the Kertinal army, but a lowlife, a criminal. Until Captain Asmoded pulled me from a dive and put me to work.

She gasped, raising herself on her elbows on my chest to look me in the eye. I expected fear, condemnation, even horror maybe. She looked a little angry instead. “Why would you say that? I know you’ve killed people, but you did that to protect, protect me! That’s not really what a murderer would do. Is it?”

Warmth raced through my chest, my heartbeat started pounding. That warmth was spreading through my body, filling me until I felt lighter. It was suddenly much easier to make my mouth work to tell her the entire story, and it felt good when she just listened and nodded; with no judgment.

“My tour was almost up in the Army,” I told her. “I was a sharpshooter for them too, so it wasn’t like I hadn’t killed before. Those were sanctioned kills. Then this officer was murdered, shot through a window while he was in bed with his mistress. It was a tremendous scandal, and since I’d been seen arguing with him, I was the lead suspect.”