She didn’t know what she’d expected—he was an alien, after all. She was just thankful it wasn’t red. That would have been a mood killer.
After washing her hands, she looked up at herself in the mirror and paused. There, where her neck and shoulder met, was the bitemark he’d left.
She’d forgotten about it, had forgotten that moment of pain that had been swiftly overtaken by pleasure. Gabriela touched the marks. They weren’t red or inflamed, there were no scabs, and they didn’t even hurt. It was as though they they’d always been there.
Once finished, she peeked back into the bedroom. It was still early enough that the sun hadn’t made its full appearance yet, leaving the room mostly dark. Hopefully that also meant it was early enough that Ana would sleep a while longer.
On that thought, Gabby stepped over to the bedroom door and locked it. The last thing she needed was for her daughter to burst in and get another X-rated surprise.
She padded back to the bed and crawled onto the mattress, settling herself on her knees at Broxen’s hip. Reaching out, she pinched the edge of the blanket and slowly drew it down his body, revealing him inch by sexy inch until his hard, thick cock sprang free.
She caught her bottom lip between her teeth. She’d only had a brief glimpse of his cock last night, but now she had to chance to inspect it closer. He’d told her that it didn’t look like a human’s, and he was right. Its skin was a darker red than the rest of him. Overlapping ridges ran along the top of the shaft, and there were defined bulges on the underside—as though even his shaft had muscles. All that led to the pronounced head with its tapered tip.
Gabriela had felt that tip, those ridges, those bulges, had felt everything inside her with his every thrust.
She couldn’t wait to feel it inside her again.
Looking up at Broxen, she reached out, wrapped her fingers around the root of his cock, and lowered her head, taking him into her mouth.
He stirred; his shaft twitched, his fingers flexed upon his chest, and 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 motion of their hips. Warmth flooded her. She spread her thighs wider, reveling in the feel of him.
Gabriela kept her eyes locked with his as the pleasure sharpened in her core. Broxen’s gaze communicated just how desperately he needed her, burning with a fervent intensity. His jaw was clenched, and his hands squeezed her thighs. She knew he was holding back, knew he was worried he’d get too rough, or worse, hurt her. But she knew he wouldn’t. She trusted him completely.
“Take me, Broxen,” she begged. “No holding back.”
As though in response to her words, his cock swelled. She barely held herself up on her trembling arms as Broxen snarled and grabbed her ass with both hands. The tips of his claws pricked her skin as he pounded into her with fierce snaps of his hips.
Gabriela released a choked cry and clung to him. He was creating a maelstrom of sensation within her. Her breath came out in short and shallow pants, her thighs were wet with her essence, her breasts were bouncing, and the heat in her core intensified.
Then she felt something else nudge her—the tip of his tail. It slipped between them, dragging along her pussy, where their bodies were connected, coating itself with her essence.