The Alien's Revenge - Ella Maven Page 0,18

her hands tugging at my hair and my ears while her nails dug into my shoulders and neck.

My mind—which normally raged and spun with a mishmash of memories and visions—cleared, and her bloom sparkled like a lone star on a dark night. There was only her, me, and this moment. Nothing in the past or the future. Only the now. My goal was to give her pleasure, and as she gushed on my tongue, I knew I was halfway there.

I swirled the tip of my tongue around the hard bud of her clit, and her back bowed, heels slamming into my back. I loved the pain because her reaction was real and beautiful.

I ate at her, eager to taste everything she had, all while she purred beneath me like a happy salibri. Retracting my claws, I slipped two fingers into her entrance.

She let out a hoarse shout. “Yes,” she hissed. “Rite thare, Heart.”

I plunged them in out of her as I continued to tease her bud. But it wasn’t enough, not for either of us. I removed my fingers, ignoring her cry of protest, and unfurled my tongue to its full length. With a glance up her body, I speared her and let loose the vibration.

She screamed, and her nails raked my scalp.

My cock pulsed, and my balls felt like they would explode. I squeezed the base, unsure what to do when it felt like this. As I plunged into her with my tongue, my fist moved in the same rhythm. Up and down, up and down. My body knew what to do even though I didn’t. I drove her higher and higher, relishing her cries until she arched her back on a wordless shout and began to shake.

Her whole body shuddered on the tip of my tongue. Her walls squeezed my tongue and my fist pulled ruthlessly on my cock until a harsh flash lit up behind my eyes. My cock erupted into the qua, and my knees nearly gave out, but I refused to stop pleasuring my female. It wasn’t until she collapsed on her back that I reluctantly pulled my mouth from her body.

My legs buckled, and I slid back into the water with a rough exhalation. Merr-anda jerked to a sitting position, her skin flushed, and tugged at my arms until I managed to crawl on weak knees to lay at her side.

I panted there with my eyes closed as I processed what had just happened. That wasn’t supposed to be about me, but when I’d felt her come and heard her cries, I couldn’t stop myself from releasing my seed.

Her small hands traveled down my chest and stopped at the base of my cock. She paused there, and I cracked an eye open to see her staring at it. Was she angry with me? Had I done something wrong?

But then her gaze locked with mine, and a smile stretched across her lips. “U caem? Frum eetin meh aut?” She flopped onto her back beside me. “Waow. Gurlz werr rite. U rr gud.” She clapped a hand over her eyes and heaved a sigh. “Dis us crazee. Wee cant eevin tawk.” After a pause, she met my eyes again. “But I cen feel u.” She brushed fingers across my forehead, and I leaned into the touch. The bloom glowed bright, chasing away the dark. The bloom was her. Merr-anda. She traced my brows and down my nose before cupping my cheek. “For de furst dime, u rr cawm.”

Miranda

Watching Heart hunt was hot. Not as hot as his tongue between my legs because good God that was out of this world, but I had always thought women rated capability too low on the attractive traits dating scale.

While I sat comfortably in the crook of a tree—well comfortable as long as I didn’t look down—Heart was stretched out on his stomach on a branch with a small hollow reed between his lips, dark eyes perusing the ground for our next meal.

If I wanted a man—which I totally didn’t—he had to do the things I didn’t want to do or know how to do. So far Heart had killed gross aliens who wished to hurt me, took care of my injury, and provided me with food. All things I wasn’t quite capable of doing on this planet.

This leg wound pissed me off, though. I didn’t like feeling helpless, and I was. Heart had to carry me almost everywhere, because hopping hurt like a mother, and a stick for a