He wanted her.
He wanted her, and he was going to take her.
His knees wedged themselves between her legs, spreading them open, and Amy’s breath caught as she felt the smooth, broad head of his cock brushing against her inner thigh. Though she couldn’t see it, his erection felt massive, and her muscles tensed with a purely feminine fear. Would he hurt her? What if their species weren’t as sexually compatible as she’d heard?
It was too late to worry about that, however. Before Amy could say anything, he kissed her again, claiming her mouth with devastating expertise, and guided himself to her entrance.
His penetration was slow and careful, giving her time to adjust to his girth. Nevertheless, Amy felt almost painfully stretched as he worked himself in, inch by thick inch. Her hands tightened in his hair, and she would’ve cried out, but he kept his mouth on her, distracting her with delicious, drugging kisses. It wasn’t until he was all the way inside her that he let her come up for air, and all Amy could do at that point was stare at him, panting, her body full and overtaken, completely overwhelmed by his possession.
He stayed still for a moment, holding her gaze, and then he began to move, his strokes leisurely at first and then gradually picking up pace. After a few moments, Amy’s discomfort lessened, replaced by steadily growing heat. Her eyes closed again, and her hands slid down to his sides, clutching at them as the tension inside her intensified, every thrust sending her spiraling higher and higher. She could hear her own cries and gasping moans, and her knees came up, her legs folding around his hips, bringing him deeper into her. The sensations that rocked her body were so intense, she felt as if she would fly apart . . . and finally she did, the orgasm rushing through her with unbelievable, shattering force. Her body convulsed, her inner muscles contracting around his cock, and she heard him groan, his cock jerking within her as he reached his own peak.
It was over, she thought dazedly, too stunned to move. Tiny aftershocks of pleasure still rippled through her body, and she felt as if her muscles had turned to jelly. Her hands were still grasping at his sides, her nails digging into his skin, and she forced herself to lower her hands to the mattress—or to whatever comfortable surface she was lying on.
Then she slowly op
ened her eyes and looked at Vair.
He was propped up on his elbows, staring down at her. His breathing was heavier than normal, and his somewhat softer cock was still buried deep inside her body. As their eyes locked, she saw that the heat in his gaze had cooled only slightly—and much to her shock, felt him stiffening within her once again.
“Are you all right?” he asked softly, and Amy nodded automatically. Her body still pulsed from her release, her flesh slick and swollen around his hardening cock, and her mind was in complete turmoil.
She, who had always been so careful and cautious about bed partners, had just had sex with a man she barely knew.
No, not with a man. With a male K—an alien who had invaded her body as unceremoniously as his species had taken over her planet.
“Good,” Vair whispered, a dark smile playing on his lips as he began to move inside her again. “Because I’m not done with you yet, little human . . .”
Mute with shock, Amy stared up at him, unable to believe that this was happening—and that her body was responding again. Even the soreness she was beginning to feel didn’t seem to matter; every stroke of his cock was reigniting the fire within her, making her burn with need once again. Her hands instinctively rose, gripping his sides once more, and her bent knees tightened around his hips.
“Yes, just like that, darling,” he murmured, lowering his head to nuzzle at her neck. His warm lips pressed against the sensitive skin just below her earlobe, and Amy shivered with pleasure, arching toward him in a silent plea for more. “So sweet, just like I knew you would be . . .”
As he continued thrusting with a steady rhythm, his mouth teased and nibbled at her neck, and one of his hands worked its way between their bodies, delving into her wet folds. Her clit throbbed at his touch, and Amy tensed as she felt another orgasm approaching. Before she could go over the edge, however, she felt a slicing pain at her neck—a stinging burn that was as painful as it was shocking.
Startled, she cried out, bucking against him as she felt his mouth latch on to the wounded spot. Those vampirism rumors, she thought in panic, they had to be true . . . and then she couldn’t think at all as her senses exploded in white-hot ecstasy. The climax that had hovered so near swept over her, but it didn’t stop—the sensations intensified instead of ebbing as she screamed out her release. Her skin burned, her heart raced, and she was cognizant of nothing but the intense, mind-shattering pleasure. The sucking pull of his mouth at her neck, the driving force of his cock—those were the only things real in her world, and she screamed as her body convulsed over and over again in unrelenting, agonizing bliss.
She wasn’t sure how long that went on—it could’ve been hours or days. All she knew was that the ecstasy seemed to go on forever, until her body and mind couldn’t cope with it anymore, and she passed out in Vair’s dark embrace.
Chapter 6
The alarm buzzed insistently, dragging Amy out of sound sleep. Groaning, she rolled over and smacked the annoying clock, desperate to shut it up. The buzzing stopped, and Amy groaned again, pulling her covers over her head.
Fuck, she really didn’t want to go to work. How could it be Monday already? It was just Friday—
Friday! Jackknifing to a sitting position, Amy gaped at her bedroom walls, her heart beating wildly in her chest as memories of Friday night flooded her brain. She went to an x-club with Jay . . . she danced with a K . . . she had sex with that K, and then—
Holy fucking shit. Did Vair bite her? Her hand flew up to her neck, but all she could feel there was smooth, clear skin. In general, her body seemed to be free of any pain, though she distinctly remembered feeling sore after the first fucking last night—and if her memory of second, third, and fourth encounters was in any way accurate, she should’ve been in serious discomfort. Did she dream up the whole thing, and if not, what the hell happened and how did she end up in her own apartment?
Jumping out of bed, Amy ran to the dresser, where her small handbag was sitting. Grabbing it, she fished out her phone and stared at the screen, her breath whooshing out in relief as she saw the date.
It was Saturday. She hadn’t lost the entire weekend—she must’ve simply forgotten to turn off her alarm before she went to bed last night.
Except she didn’t remember going to bed last night, she thought with a deep inner chill. The last thing she recalled was that strange, mindless ecstasy after Vair bit her—or did whatever it was that he did to her neck. A cold shudder ran through her at the memory, and it was only then that Amy realized she was standing there naked.
Completely naked—when she usually slept in a tank top and cotton briefs.
Someone had put her to bed last night . . . and that someone hadn’t been Amy herself.
For the first time, it dawned on her that someone—most likely the K—had been to her apartment.