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The words were filled with every longing that had filtered through my system since I reached adulthood. I was no fool in that a solid majority of creatures of the universe were all looking for two distinct and very similar things.
A good time and someone they could mate with. It would seem if there were gods, they’d grown tired of the battles and wars, lives lost, and property destroyed.
Offspring of every species had become rarer. There were rumors of course that the God of Creation himself was attempting to right the wrongs caused by greed and the lust for power. But I wasn’t the kind of girl to believe or care. There was also a belief the bastard had all but destroyed Earth eons before, but there would always be ugly rumors. I should simply enjoy what was happening instead of worrying about the consequences.
Except that my dreams had manifested into something that felt more like a premonition, which was a gift I’d experienced as a child. I thought I’d grown out of it or had blocked the ability on purpose. Now I wasn’t certain I wanted to fall prey to what could be the truth about my destiny.
Oh, God. I hated that word, a favorite of my mother’s vocabulary.
The beast took a single stride closer, my entire body crackling from the electricity shooting between us.
“I said get out. I won’t tell you again.”
The humongous alien allowed his heated gaze to fall down the length of my body. Only then did I realize I was completely naked. What the fuck? I’d gone to bed with PJs on. I was certain of it. Was this dude magical too?
This is nothing but a dream. Remember?
Yep. I could believe my inner girl voice. Sure, I could. If that was the case, then I could do or be anyone I wanted to be. So I lunged toward him again. Before the blade had a chance to cut a tiny portion of his gorgeous skin, he snapped his long fingers around my wrist, jerking me around and wrapping his other arm around me. The force he used yanked the knife from my fingers. Now I watched in slow motion as it was tossed into the air, flipping several times.
The wild beast caught it with his bare hand. The blade must have sliced through his skin, but I saw no blood. Then as if the knife was a matchstick, he snapped it into two pieces, tossing it aside. Oh, I had a very bad feeling about this. Very bad.
Then he pulled me so tightly against his body that I was instantly on fire, the hard throbbing of his cock pressing against me unlike anything even the inner bad girl had ever experienced.
“Bad little human.”
His voice was deep and husky, his words vibrating gently in my ear as he eased his large palm beseechingly slowly up my stomach, tickling my skin with the rough brush of his fingertips. Then he cupped and squeezed one breast, using enough pressure I couldn’t keep a moan from escalating in my throat.
He nipped my earlobe before driving his tongue into the shell of my ear, his hot breath keeping me fully aroused. My nipples were rock hard, aching to the point I was ready to beg this beast to pluck and suck them. What was wrong with me?
There were always aliens hunting for humans. We were a tradable commodity. The sex trade was still a tremendous issue, our soft skin a draw, especially to creatures who looked like reptiles on steroids.
But this beast was perhaps the most handsome creature I’d ever laid my eyes on. Plus, he had a possessive quality that indicated a ‘touch her and die’ attitude. Meaning he had no intentions of letting me go.
“Just let me go,” I managed.
“That will not happen. You now belong to me. And you will be punished.”
Uh-huh. For all the fantasies of hearing a male of any species say those words to me, the reality was terrifying. Was this reality or a drift of my mind into insanity? I’d heard it ran in the family. I struggled in his arms but there was no way to get loose from him. None.
To add insult to injury, suddenly he tossed me stomach-down across my already rumpled pillows. Then without explanation or a moment of hesitation, he grabbed something from my dresser and brought it down against my bottom. Three times!
What. The. Fuck?
He was making good on his promise, spanking me like a bad little girl. I’d never been spanked like this in my life. Not once. Holy shit, it hurt. And holy hell, he was using my old wooden hairbrush on me. My possession! How dare he!
“What are you doing?” The pain was blinding. I was out of breath from the strikes, the thudding sound still echoing in my ears. Maybe in a dream the anguish was amplified. Whatever the case, I managed to scramble to my knees, crawling forward on my bed.
Only to be ripped back by the beast, his hand snagging my ankle. Then he started the spanking in earnest, keeping his huge hand pressed against the small of my back. I yanked at the bedding, kicking my legs in an effort to get him to stop. I even managed to drive my feet into parts of his hard body more than once, but there was no way of getting him to stop.
Finally, I was exhausted, panting as he continued to discipline me. The heat sizzling my skin was like an eruption of flames. But even worse, my pussy was throbbing from the building desire. I was so wet that the scent of my longing wafted between us.
When the bastard stopped what he was doing, rolling the edge of the brush down my spine, I tensed. Then he used one of his knees to push my legs further apart.
Oh, I had a very bad feeling about this. As soon as he slipped the brush between my legs, every muscle and synapse erupted in a wildfire, generating wave after wave of crackling electricity.
“Oh. Oh. This is…” No, I couldn’t allow him to know how pleasurable I thought this was. Yet when he thrust several fingers deep inside my pussy, I was certain I would come on the spot. “Oh, whew. Oh…” I bucked up from the bed, this time the action involuntary, as if trying to encourage him to fuck me. The vivid dreams had obviously been too much for my psyche to handle.
He pumped his fingers several times. Then he dared to curl them, hitting my G-spot. Holy cow. This was… I couldn’t finish the thought, the sensations far too intense. As another wave of heat swept over me, I was drawn into the most pleasurable moment of my life.
