Page 55 of I Punched an Alien and Now We’re in Couples Therapy

And yet…

“I offered you the same before, and you shoved me off. Too worried about my scent getting in your hair.” I waved to the smoke around us. The uncontrollable need to mark her as mine had smoke spilling from my tail whether I wanted it to or not. “What’s changed?”

“I’ve…had some time to reflect on it. While I don’t love the idea of running around smelling like alien…”

I was going to paint her flesh with my seed soon enough, and she was worried about a little smoke?

Laughable.

“You can’t help it, can you?”

If she were anyone else but the insufferable little wretch she was, I probably could have. This had never been an issue with any of my previous partners. Though not one of them made me work this hard. The more she fought me, the more I wanted to chain her down.

“No,” I said.

She shrugged. “Then there are worse things to smell like than vanilla. Let’s skip to the point, Osid. I want you, you want me. How about a momentary ceasefire for the night so we can work off some of this unchecked passion and get back to hating each other in the morning.”

“I don’t hate you.”

She rolled her eyes. “Fine, I’ll go back to hating you in the morning. But right now, there’s plenty of other things I could do with you.”

My cock twitched again.

“What do you want to do with me, Wicked Thing?”

“Whatever the fuck I want.” Blair slid off the bed and removed the belt from her pants. She slid them off along with her panties, and I nearly choked at the sight of her pussy. Already dripping with want.

I watched her as she moved behind me and held still as she bound my wrists. She moved to kiss my temple before she whispered in my ear. “And right now, I want to sit on your face.”

I almost came right then and there, her voice so lathered in honey my body vibrated with lust.

I lay back on the bed. “Take your seat, then.”

She didn’t simply climb on top of me. She prowled. Slow, like a beast that knew all too well that her prey was already well and truly caught. My breath hitched when the softness of her thighs caged my face. I raised my head off the sheets, intent on having my first taste of my queen. She lifted herself higher out of my reach.

A low sound rolled out of my chest.

“Sit. Down.”

Blair smirked down at me. “Say please.”

“Insolent little—” My tail came to wrap around her shoulders and force her down.

Without breaking eye contact, Blair seized it, brought the tip to her lips, and blew across its slit.

I shuddered, cock straining pre-cum as she dragged her nails lightly down the bottom edge of my tail.

“You know, I wondered if this would be sensitive.” She teased its tip again, marveling at the way it opened and took in air. Completely unaware of the fact that it was her very breath I was trying to devour.

I need her. I needed to taste her. To fuck her raw until she forgot everything but my name.

“Sit, Blair.”

The deep brown of her eyes darkened to wicked obsidian. She bit the tip of my tail.

I shivered. “Fuuuck.”

I could burn the belt from my wrists if I wanted to. Dig my fingers into her generous hips and force that cunt into my aching mouth. Yet the sight of her above me. So cocky and sure of herself. She wore power as if it were just another pin on her jacket. More than I wanted to dominate her, I wanted to see how far she dared push her king.