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And First? Jesus, he could not be less of the kind of guy my parents would consider “acceptable.” I mean, obviously, there’s the whole alien thing, but even apart from that. He’s rebellious, angry, wounded, and far from stable.
He’s a bad boy in every sense of the word.
And I’m completely infatuated with him.
What the hell am I doing?
If I keep sleeping with him, I’ll end up with an alien baby inside me. If I haven’t already. Which has me pulling away from him and feeling around to my back. Shit, am I already sprouting wings like Juliet and Ana did?
But no, my shoulder blades still feel like…well, human. And when I look at my forearm, it’s still just skin, no shimmery scales.
And I’m…relieved, right? I’m relieved, not disappointed. Right?
When I try to climb off the bed, though, a giant forearm snakes around my waist and tugs me backward.
“Where does my mate go?”
Mate. Oh Jesus, this is way too much, too fast.
“Bathroom,” I squeak, slipping out of his grasp and high-tailing it out of the room. I turn on the faucet at the sink to hot and then close my eyes and splash my face with the hottest water I can stand. As if I can scald the memories of last night from my mind.
How it felt when he breached me with that absolutely massive cock of his, filling me more completely than I’ve ever been filled before. How as soon as I felt him hit my cervix, a bit of precum must’ve escaped because I was lit up with his wanting. I’ve never felt anything more intoxicating.
To be able to feel how much someone wants you, only you and nothing else in that moment…
“This is where you have run away to so quickly.”
I jump and screech a little at his voice suddenly rumbling out from right behind me. Heavy, warm hands settle on my still-naked hips. Oh my God, why didn’t I think to drag the sheet with me to cover myself or something. Anything. I’ve never felt more exposed than being naked in front of a bathroom mirror with First standing, hulking so tall behind me.
I feel tiny and outmatched, but not because I’m afraid.
I feel outmatched because already, memories of last night are rushing over me so powerfully, it’s taking everything within me not to turn around, hop on the counter, and open my legs to him.
Especially when I glance up and, in the mirror, see his tongue peek out from between his lips and I know he’s scenting the air. Does he smell my arousal in the air? Would I ever have any secrets from this man?
Apparently not, because the next thing I know, he grasps me by the waist, flipping and lifting me. He plops me down with my ass on the edge of the counter and then he steps in between my legs, nudging them open wider with his hips.
“Good morning,” he growls low in his throat, “most beautiful and perfect mate.”
I gulp, telling myself to push him away. I need to set the record straight. Last night was a moment of insanity, but now I’m myself again. It can never, ever happen again. It was risky to even allow once, but to repeat the insanity would be…well, insane.
First dips his head, and I think he’s going to kiss me.
I mean to shake my head no, I really do. Instead, I just sit there, absolutely frozen still. And First is the kind of guy to demand a mile if you give an inch. So naturally, he takes my acquiescence as license to do whatever the hell he wants, apparently, because he drops his lips not to my lips, but to my neck.
And dear Lord, but he makes sweet holy love to my neck until I’m trembling in his arms. Does he have any clue what he’s—
But when I look down and he looks up, a devilish grin on his face, I realize that yes, he knows exactly what he’s doing.
Especially when he drops a hand down my body and the wide pad of his thumb begins to strum at my clit.
I shudder without meaning to.
He grins and then extends his tongue and traces along my neck where my pulse point flutters erratically.
“I want to make you feel good, beautiful mate.”
“I-I—” I stutter. “W-we should talk.”
“Later,” he murmurs, shifting again so that his two very erect cocks are smooshed up between us, the top one brushing against my belly button while the bottom one teases at my entrance, which immediately flushes with moisture. I ready for his entrance like I’ve always been waiting for him, even though in the past it’s usually taken half an hour of foreplay to get me in the mood.
But no, with First, I’m immediately ready for him.
I lick my lips and his blazing purple eyes zero in on the movement as he breaks away from my neck.
