Mate Abduction (Alien Abduction #9) - Eve Langlais Page 0,33

won’t do a thing unless I ask?”

“When we come together, it will be of your choosing. Even if it kills me,” he added in a dark mutter.

Did he know how close she was to saying hell yeah? “Here’s the thing, even if I wanted to, I won’t, because from the sounds of it, if we have sex, then I’ll have married you.”

“Not quite. The bonding of sykyrah is more than just copulation.”

“Does it involve magical words or some kind of blood ritual?”

“No. And if this is your way of asking if sex will change our arrangement, then fear not. At the end of the bargained eight days, even if we indulged in much stupendous coitus, if you choose to leave, I will respect my vow.”

“Why should I believe you?” Part of her was tempted by him, but she worried that she’d be making a lifelong mistake. She barely knew him, and while she was growing to like him, they were still literally worlds apart.

“I can give you nothing more than my word as a warrior. May the goddess strike me down if I lie.”

He remained alive. Which meant nothing to an atheist like her.

For sleeping that night, she had her own mattress, a thin foam thing that managed to reduce the hardness of the ground. Her blanket was also thin and yet managed at the same time to feel heavy and warm. She slept alone while Thyos took a spot across the fire.

Still bloody well respecting her. Waiting for her to give in to her hormones. Hormones that were screaming, Why not?

If sex wouldn’t marry them, then why hold back? Who knew when she’d find someone again that made her feel horny and sexy?

She briefly thought about the human settlement he’d shown her. Maybe she’d find someone there, but what if she didn’t? What if he was her chance for a bit of fun?

“Thyos.”

“Yes, Belle.” There he was with that soft version of her name.

“Promise it won’t commit me to anything.”

He took a long moment before replying. “I would never force you to do anything, Belle. If you stay with me, it has to be your choice, no matter what happens between us.”

For some reason she believed him. That and she was done fighting her attraction.

Rather than waste more time, she rose from her mattress and strode over to his. He was sitting, the blanket over his lap, his upper body bare. She knelt, her knees on the mattress.

“Don’t think this means anything.” She leaned in to kiss him. Her mouth pressed against his, and it was like embracing a statue.

Didn’t he want to kiss her? Was he about to reject her?

“Are you seducing me, Belle?” he asked, his words an anguished moan.

“Yeah.” She cupped his cheeks, and that was when she unleashed the storm.

He kissed her back, hard, powerful. The forceful slant of his mouth claimed her lips, her breath, her senses.

He dragged her into his lap, and she felt the hardness of him barely concealed by the blanket, a throbbing presence under her bum.

His kiss was everything. Lips, tongue, sucks and nips, slides and sighs. She found herself astride his lap, her thighs on either side of his hips, her hands cupping his cheeks, kissing him back just as passionately.

His fingers dug into her waist under the hem of her shirt, flesh to flesh. It seemed like too much between them. She pulled out of the kiss long enough to strip it.

His eyes were molten gold. “So beautiful,” he growled before dipping his head.

She’d stripped and washed her bralette earlier, meaning he latched onto an erect peak. And sucked.

She felt it all the way to her pussy and cried out. Her fingers dug into the silken strands on his head. She held him and mewled and undulated with each of his caresses.

He sucked and nibbled on her nipples. He switched sides and tugged on her erect nubs, giving her jolt after pleasurable jolt. She rocked and ground herself against him.

“If you don’t stop,” he groaned, “I’m going to make a mess of the damned blanket.”

The knowledge only served to make her more wicked. She lifted herself and reached to pull away the blanket. There was only scant light from the smoldering fire, enough to see he was built like a human male, if thicker and longer.

Would it even fit?

“Don’t fear, Belle.” His hand found its way past the waist of her pants until he pressed his fingers against her.

She moaned.

“Do you want me to take your pants off?”

“Yesss,”