Page 45 of Rock Hard Alien

Pain flashed through me, hot and sharp. Then he sucked.

The effect was far stronger than when he’d drunk from my wrist. Pleasure exploded outwards from the bite, racing through my breasts and down between my legs. The upper node vibrated deep inside me while the middle and lowest stretched me impossibly full.

Cairn drank again.

My orgasm tore through me. I cried out his name and clenched around his cock, gripping his horn with one hand and his wing with the other.

He roared against my shoulder.

The lowest knob swelled, holding him deep as his cock pulsed inside me. Heat filled my pussy. His tail wrapped around my waist, and his wings closed tightly around us until there was nothing beyond Cairn’s body, his fangs and the bond burning through my blood.

We were complete.

We were one.

Fourteen

Cairn

Waking up with Georgie in my arms was the best feeling in the universe. I wanted it to be like this every morning from now on. It didn't matter whether we were on Earth or on Spiris, as long as we were together.

I watched her as she slept. She had pushed the duvet down so it only covered her to her belly button, leaving her breasts on full display. I was almost surprised her nipples weren't still red and swollen, considering how long I'd sucked on them last night. After our first mating, we'd had a break, some food, before going for a second, and then a third round. We'd fallen asleep after a quick shower - her bathroom had clearly not been designed with wings in mind - and I'd slept peacefully for the first time in forever.

Sunlight was streaming through the windows downstairs, announcing the new day. Our first day as a mated pair. Or a couple, as Georgie called it. I smiled to myself. I'd given up all hope of ever finding this sort of happiness. Now I had my mate in my arms, the most perfect female I could ever have imagined.

The mating mark stood out against her pale shoulder, two small punctures surrounded by fading purple bruising.

I traced the skin beside it with one fingertip. Georgie had not merely accepted the bond. She had chosen it. Chosen me.

She stirred, her lashes fluttering. The moment her eyes opened, she grabbed my hand and bent my fingers one by one.

“Still flexible,” I said.

Relief softened her face. “Just checking.”

I did not tell her that I had been doing the same thing every time I woke. My tail tightened around her calf, needing the reassurance of her warmth.

“How are you feeling? How are your ribs?”

“Better,” she muttered sleepily. “Is the mark still there?”

“Yes. Were you hoping it wouldn't be?”

“No, not at all. The opposite. I was worried it may have disappeared. When you first bit me, the marks vanished almost instantly.”

“That was after I drank your blood. This time, the bite completed our bond. And just like the bond, the marks are permanent.”

“Do I get to give you a permanent mark? Or does this only work one-way?”

I gently pulled a lock of hair from her face. “Female gharrgoils have fangs and can give their mates a bite mark. You lack that ability, I'm afraid.”

She scoffed. “That's a bit unfair. How do you feel about tattoos?”

“Are you thinking a tattoo of bite marks or something else entirely?”

“I'd have to think about that.”

“I can't promise my skin will accept human tattoo ink, but we have tattoo artists on Spiris. We might just have to make a trip to my planet for it.”