Page 6 of Bound By the Alien King

“Things that could ruin me for other men far more than untying my ribbons.” The scent of her arousal met his nostrils, and she bent her neck to the side, offering it to him. He couldn’t look away from the throb of her pulse in the hollow of her throat.

He’d never felt such temptation. Such need. It went beyond simple hunger. She was right, he should have left her on the rocks to drown because the tide of his desire was going to take them both.

“Bite me.” She was already begging, and she hadn’t had a drop of venom. What would she be like when she was under its influence? This was a terrible idea.

The pain in his wings flared sharply, making an urgent argument, siding with her. Why suffer more than necessary? Why not drink from her, let her human blood relieve some of the suffering her kind had caused? He saved her life. She owed him. And he had the mind-strength to withstand her strange appeal.

“I won’t take you,” he said, drawing the line more for himself than for her. “I’ll satisfy your needs, but nothing more.”

“What if I want more?” The flash of mischief in her eyes let him know she was goading him. Never had his quarry been so determined to feel his teeth. Never had he felt so unable to resist.

“I’ll make sure you’re satisfied, my pretty prey,” he purred, and let himself fall apart, fall upon her, heedless of the pain in his wings as he sank his teeth home in her flesh.

His venom rushed into her as her blood flooded his mouth, her gasp the perfect seasoning for its tang. He shuddered at the rush of pure delight over his tongue. She tasted of his first hunt, of his highest flight. She tasted of victory and home. He drank her down in hot swallows, as greedy as the sounds she made writhing underneath him, her salt a delicious sear.

It took all his strength to pull away when he’d had enough. He licked over the puncture marks he’d made, and she whimpered for him, clutched at him, her eyes wide and blind in the dark.

“Please,” she murmured, moving her hips to press her core against him. His cock jolted at the feel of her wet folds sliding over its length. Her kind made its own slick, he realized with shock. Invited him in. “Please, please, please.”

He almost broke. Almost let himself sink into her, the one thing he said he wouldn’t do. With a snarl, he abruptly pulled away, putting distance between his ravening cock and her appealing heat. She whined, crawling after him.

“You promised,” she moaned. “You promised you’d satisfy me, Monster.”

“I will.” He let her find him, now that he’d had a moment to cool and regain his control. She crawled into his lap, grinding against his leg and panting, licking his skin anywhere she could reach, heating him up again. He gripped her long braid and wrapped it around his hand, tugging her head back. “But don’t call me a monster. My name is Damir.”

“Why are you telling me?” she asked, surprisingly lucid, even though she still struggled against his hold, her hands roaming where her mouth couldn’t. “Aren’t you afraid I’ll reveal who you are?”

He suspected she wouldn’t. Or maybe he didn’t care anymore. He gave her braid a gentle tug and felt her cunt squeeze where it pressed against him. “It will be worth it to hear you call my name when you come.”

Chapter 4

In the pitch black, every sense was heightened. Damir’s breath rasped in her ear, raising goosepimples on her skin, and his bittersweet scent, like iron and elannot leaves, overwhelmed her as she slid along the velvet of his thigh. What did he look like in the light of day? She reached out to feel his face, but he held her back by the tether of her braid, so she was barely able to brush it with the tips of her fingers.

Aster reached for his cock instead, and he hissed at her, yanking her hair back. The pull on her scalp sent a surge of pleasure shuddering over her. She leaned against it, wanting more. She braced against the twinge from her ribs, but it never came. Only a faint echo of the pain, one she didn’t notice unless she paid close attention.

“Your venom is working already!” she gasped.

Damir gave a low chuckle that sent heat coursing into her belly. “I’d think that was obvious.”

“You feel it too?” she panted, unable to still her hips as they rocked over him. “Your burns are healing?”

“My prey worries for me? I have to say, I’m enjoying the irony.” He tugged her close, and she felt the tips of his fangs skid over her shoulder, and her aching core gripped around nothing. She slid her hands down his body until she found his cock and tried to fumble it between her legs. He snatched her hands away, holding her wrists together with one hand. “You should be more worried for yourself. I think I’ll have to tie you up with those ribbons of yours, or I might do something I’ll regret.”

His dark words thrilled her, and she doubted it was wholly due to the venom. She could feel its cold burn in her veins, but it didn’t alter her thinking, only heightened her cravings that already existed.

“Do what you want,” she urged, her need brazenly evident in the breathy moan.

She felt a growl vibrate his chest, though he didn’t let it out. “I won’t,” he said gruffly, and disappointment flooded her. “But I’ll do what you need.”

In one movement, he set her aside, leaving her alone in the dark, quivering and cold where the breeze of his departure met the wetness between her legs. She reached down to dip into her folds and was shocked by how swollen they were, pushed apart and blooming like a flower. She was drenched with wetness far beyond the shy hints she’d felt there in the past.

She let her legs fall open further and circled her exposed little pearl with the pad of her finger, unable to stifle the sounds that spilled from her lips. This, too, must be heightened and heated by his venom, because her own furtive touches under the bed linens had never felt so good. Heat spread as she sped her movements, soft strokes becoming more frantic as the ache inside her deepened.

She was only peripherally aware of Damir’s return, the sound of his claws scraping the stone and his uneven breath as he stopped in front of her.

“Are you watching me?” she asked. The back of her neck prickled with awareness of his nearness, though she couldn’t see or touch him.

“I am. Go on.”