Crying out, Mal surged up.
“I’m going to make you scream, Mal,” he growled.
That delicious mouth was a sensual assault. He licked and sucked, the deep groans he made leaving no doubt he was enjoying every second.
His tongue stabbed deep and she moaned.
Then his tongue brushed her clit and she cried out.
Rhain lifted his head. His thumb found the swollen nub and rubbed.
“Oh, God.”
“This gives you pleasure?”
“Yes.” She panted. “Are women different here?”
“Yes, the center of their pleasure is just inside.” He thrust a finger inside her.
She moaned. “That feels good too, but it’s more concentrated at my clit, um, clitoris.”
He made a sound, his finger moving back to rub her clit. He looked fascinated. The sounds coming from her turned incoherent. She thrashed, pleasure a wild flood in her belly.
He watched her, his face filled with arousal. “How do you like to be caressed? Tell me.”
She gasped. “Your mouth. Use your mouth.”
He lowered his head again, and this time, his lips closed around her clit.
“Oh…” She wasn’t going to last long. He suckled and licked.
As her orgasm hit, bright and hot, she screamed his name. Waves of pleasure washed over her. Her body shook, the ecstasy drowning her.
When he kept sucking, she gently pushed his mouth away.
“I can’t… It’s too sensitive.” Her body shivered through the aftershocks of pleasure.
He sat back on his knees. He had a thick, long cock that was hard and erect. Oh, boy. She couldn’t look away. It was beautiful.
She had the faint thought that it was lucky she had a contraceptive implant, because if anyone could get her pregnant, it would be this virile alien king.
Rhain gripped her thighs and yanked her closer.
Oh, God. He circled his cock and brought it between her spread legs. She sucked in a breath, excitement shooting through her.
“Mal, look at me,” he growled.
She ripped her gaze off his cock and met his eyes.
Her belly contracted. The look on his face was indescribable.
Then she felt the head of his cock brush her. With one firm thrust, he buried himself inside her.
Mal moaned. Rhain was inside her. The two of them, now one. Nothing in her entire life had ever felt so right. She’d never been one with anyone before. Never really belonged anywhere.
She arched her back, pressing her head back into the bed. Then Rhain started thrusting.
He wasn’t gentle, but it wasn’t more than she could handle. He was strength and power, and she wanted it all.
Her eyes drifted closed.
“Mal.” His voice a gritty growl. “Watch me. Watch me fucking you.”
“God, Rhain.” A whimper slipped from her. She’d never, ever get enough of this.
“You want more, Mal?”
“I want all of you. Don’t hold back.” She lifted her hips, meeting his heavy thrusts. “I can take you.”
“Yes,” he growled. “You can take everything.”
He pulled out and she cried out.
“No.”
Then he flipped her over onto her belly. Her hands gripped the sheets and she felt that big body straddle her.
“Rhain—”
He lifted her hips and pushed back inside her.
Oh. God. His thrusts were heavy and deep. She moaned against the bed.
Rhain gripped her hair, turning her head, even as his body kept possessing hers. He leaned down and kissed her.
“You’re so tight and hot, Mal. Perfect and all mine.”
“Yes.”
She felt the pulse of energy around them—hers and his. It swelled, mixed, and seemed to heighten everything.
Then she felt his hand slide under her body. He found her clit, his cock still slamming into her. He pinched the swollen nub and it threw her straight into another orgasm.
She screamed against the bed. Sensation, hot and strong, cut through her. Energy seared over her skin, making everything more. It felt never-ending, the pleasure too much, but oh-so-good. Wave after wave of sensation washed through her.
Rhain’s loud grunts filled her ears as he drove deep one last time. He ground against her ass as he came, his big body shuddering.
Mal was breathing harshly, not sure she’d ever move again. He dropped down beside her, still half on her, and she liked the solid weight of him.
He nuzzled her face and kissed her. “Now I know the sounds you make when you take my cock.”
“So romantic,” she murmured. She felt limp, lazy, and too good to move.
“You want romance?” he asked.
“No, I want you to fuck me like that again. Later, once I’ve recovered some feeling in my extremities.”
His low chuckle was damned attractive.
“Tavith said I had to stay in bed and rest,” she said. “I’m pretty sure this wasn’t what he had in mind.”
Another chuckle.
Mal curled on her side, suddenly tired. Rhain shifted and wrapped his big body protectively around hers.
She barely noticed him pulling the covers over them. Warm, safe, and sated, sleep pulled her under.
Chapter Eleven
Rhain nodded at his guards and slipped quietly back into his bedroom.
He’d left Mal exhausted and fast asleep in the center of his bed. He smiled to himself, careful not to spill anything off the tray of food he’d grabbed from the kitchen. His very surprised kitchen night staff had sprung into action to prepare a late-night feast for him.
He and Mal had burned off lots of energy and needed to replenish.
After that first intense time taking her, he’d had her two more times. That body of hers… She was fit, flexible, and had stamina. She didn’t hold back. She showed him the full force of how much she desired him, not once shying away from what he wanted to do to her.
He silently crossed the room, which was drenched in shadows only lit by the auroras shining outside. That’s when he saw the bed was empty.
His pulse jumped.
Then he heard the faint strum of the lila. He noted the instrument was missing from the corner where he usually kept it.
He turned and noticed a door to his balcony was open.
Still carrying the tray, he followed the sound of the music, and stepped outside.
He spotted her instantly, felt her energy—bright and clean. She was lying on one of the large, square outdoor pillows that dotted the balcony. He often sat out here at night, when he couldn’t sleep, and watched the auroras as he worked through whatever problems kept him awake.
She was holding the lila wrong—more tilted to the side—but the slow, melancholy music she was making was incredible.
“I thought you’d still be sleeping,” he said.
Her fingers stilled and she turned on the pillow. She wore one of his black shirts. It was too big for her, and she’d left it unfastened. He saw a tantalizing strip of tan skin up the center of her body.
“The bed was empty without you.”
“I went to get us some sustenance.” He set the tray down, then shifted in to sit beside her. She leaned back against him.
Mal West leaning on him. He liked that.
“I hope it was okay to use this,” she said.