Mama and the Alien Warrior (Treasured By The Alien #1) - Honey Phillips Page 0,73

her face and greeted her with a matching smile.

“You’re staying?” he asked.

She beamed at him. “We’re staying.”

He laughed and whirled her around while Lucie giggled and Tiana grinned toothlessly.

The rest of the day disappeared in a blur of plans and schedules. It wasn’t until later that night that they were finally alone together. She waited in silent anticipation as he solemnly locked the doors to the living areas and to the connecting bathroom.

“You know that doesn’t mean they won’t need us, right?” she asked. “It’s part of the joys of parenthood.”

“And I wouldn’t trade it for all the credits in the galaxy,” he said. “But I would appreciate just one night alone with my beautiful mate and a big bed.”

“Just one?” she asked breathlessly as he stripped off his clothes and prowled towards her, tail lashing. Every inch of that big muscled body was hers now, and she shivered with anticipation.

“I hope for many.” He knelt at the bottom of the bed. “But I’ll start with one.”

With startling speed, he pulled her hips up and buried his face between her legs, licking every inch as if he couldn’t get enough of her. She was already wet but he demanded more, teasing her clit, probing her entrances, overwhelming her with sensation, and sending her soaring into a rapid climax.

“That’s better,” he growled. “I have missed this delicious cunt.”

“I’ve missed you too.”

He worked his way up her body, slower this time, spending a long time on her breasts, teasing the sensitive peaks until they were aching and distended and she was tugging at his shoulders. When he finally left them and kissed her, she could taste herself on his tongue, mingling with his own delicious taste.

His tail had been teasing her clit as he kissed her and now it dipped lower, working its way into her pussy. She moaned and he raised his head.

“Are you still sore?” he asked.

“Oh, no. That feels amazing.”

“Good.” His tail slid deeper, vibrating rapidly.

“You’re going to make me come again,” she warned.

“Good,” he repeated, his tail thrusting in and out as she clutched at him.

“I want you inside me this time.” A wicked thought struck her. “I have an idea.”

He grinned down at her. “I like your ideas, my mate.”

“Let me turn over.”

He drew back with a puzzled expression. “I don’t understand. How can I—”

He choked on his words as she flipped over and wiggled her butt at him. His big hands covered her cheeks, squeezing gently, and his scent thickened, the musky notes dominating.

“This is most enticing,” he said in a husky voice as he traced her folds with his cock, the texture firing her senses. Her breath caught as he rubbed back and forth against her clit.

“Inside me,” she gasped.

“As you wish, my mate.”

Then the broad head was at her entrance. Despite their last encounter, it was still a tight fit and he had to keep pressing until her entrance finally loosened enough for him to enter.

“This is even better than I remembered,” he murmured as he continued to work his way into her pussy.

His tail was at her clit, teasing the swollen nub and distracting her from the immense stretch as her body softened. When he was finally embedded, he leaned forward, his body shaking.

“I will not last long,” he warned.

In response, she tightened her pussy as much as she could around his massive cock. He shuddered and began thrusting, his tail working her clit faster, as the pleasure began building. He groaned and plunged deeper, and she felt him expanding, stretching her body open as he came in a long, shuddering wave. Her body quivered, right on the edge of climax, and breathed a protest as his tail left her clit, but his finger replaced it, stroking slowly, too slowly across the needy flesh.

“Hrebec, please…”

“I have an idea of my own,” he whispered.

She felt his tail probing at her bottom hole. “What—”

The tip slipped inside, adding impossibly to the fullness, and she could feel each nub rubbing across her sensitive tissues as his finger circled, harder now, and sparks of light shot across her vision as she came in a burst of almost painful pleasure.

When she finally stopped shaking, Hrebec rolled them to one side, still deeply embedded in her body, and cupped her breast.

“I am lucky to have such a creative mate,” he murmured.

“You were pretty creative there yourself.”

“Did you enjoy it?”

“You know I did.”

“Good. Because I’m about to get creative again.”

Abby sighed happily.

A considerable time later, Hrebec withdrew carefully from Abigail’s