Claimed by the Alien Bodyguard - Tiffany Roberts Page 0,85

his brow furrowed. But he didn’t wake. Not yet.

She moved her mouth up and down, her lips gliding over his bulges and ridges, and watched him all the while. Heat pooled in her core as her arousal grew. She nearly moaned when seed seeped from his tip. It was sweet with a hint of salt, tasting almost like the icing on a cinnamon roll. Pulling up, she locked her lips around the head and sucked, eager for more.

Broxen growled and raised his hips for a moment, his other hand curling to squeeze the bedding. He lifted his head to look down at her, his sleepy eyes—still glowing vibrant purple—locking with hers. “Ah, female…”

She loved it when he called her that. His voice caressed the endearment while at the same time instilling it with possessiveness. Saying it like she was his.

And she was his.

She twirled her tongue around the head of his cock and sucked his shaft deeper into her mouth. He was so thick that it was difficult to take much of him, so she used one hand to pump along his length, keeping it in time with the motions of her mouth, while fondling his heavy sack with the other. This time, when she tasted his seed, she didn’t stop herself from moaning.

Broxen’s eyelids fluttered, and he drew his lips back, baring his fangs.

His responses, his expressions, this very act in itself, made her pussy clench with need. She was so tender and aroused that a few strokes of her clit might have been enough to get her off.

Gabriela parted her thighs, withdrawing her hand from his sack and slipping it between her legs as she continued to suck his cock. She slowly circled her clit with the tip of her finger.

His nostrils flared with a deep inhalation, and he grinned. He reached up and brushed a finger over her sensitive nipple. “Does my mate seek relief?”

Before he’d even given her time to respond, she felt something brush her thighs. An instant later, his tail probed her sex, pushing into her.

Gabriela gasped. Though the tip of his tail wasn’t as thick as his cock, it was more than enough to make her shudder with pleasure. He pumped it in and out of her, and she knew it wouldn’t be long before she peaked. She already felt like she was right on the verge.

“So wet for her male,” Broxen said huskily.

Breath quickening, she lifted her head, pulling her lips away from his shaft. “Broxen… This…this was supposed to be for you.”

“It is,” he rasped, driving his tail deeper still. “You are for me. And I need more.”

He sat up, abs flexing, and reached forward to hook his hands under her arms. As he lay back down, he dragged her up his body, creating delicious friction between her nipples and his skin, and withdrew his tail, leaving behind an aching emptiness.

Straddling Broxen, Gabriela flattened her hands on his shoulders and looked down at him, her hair falling loose around her face.

Broxen reached up and brushed his thumb over her lower lip. “As much as I love your mouth”—he dropped his hands to her hips and lifted her—“I need to be inside you, Gabriela.”

That emptiness he’d left behind was swiftly filled as he slammed her down onto his cock. Her lips parted in a silent cry, and her pussy clamped around him as pleasure-pain tore through her. Teeth bared, Broxen grunted, lifted her, and yanked her back down again, forcing her to meet the upthrust of his hips until she’d taken him fully inside her.

In this position, he felt bigger, felt thicker, and every sensation was impossibly stronger.

As he allowed her time to grow accustomed to him, his hands explored her body, smoothing over her waist, her back, her shoulders and belly until, finally, he cupped her breasts. He was gentle as he stroked her nipples with his thumbs. Even that simple touch sent a bolt of pleasure through her, seeming to strike her clit directly.

“Broxen,” she breathed, lashes fluttering, but she kept her eyes open and upon him.

He shifted a hand up to sweep her hair aside and bare the mark on her shoulder to his heated gaze. The growl that rumbled in his chest vibrated through her. Her fingers curled against his skin as she rocked upon him, needing more, needing him deeper.

She could feel his throbbing pulse through his shaft, could feel its every tiny twitch as surely as she felt those ridges glide over her G-spot with every