Alien's Bride 1-3 (12 page)

“If you’ll come to hate me for this, then I’d rather stop.”

I swallowed.
 
“I’m not going to hate you for it.”
 
I really meant it, too.
 
But then the thought of being helpless wormed its way into my head.
 
“If I lose though…you…you’ll…”

 
He rubbed my hand.
 
“I’ll be gentle, my dear.”

The words caused a pang in my middle.
 
I was still scared, but his promise sounded so sweet.
 
I took a deep breath.

“If I win you need to let me walk away!”
 

Yeah, right.
 
I pretty much knew how this night was going to end.

He made his soft laugh.
 
“Of course.”
 
His hands withdrew from mine.
 
“Let me make it easier.”
 
He took one of the chartreuse vials and moved it ahead of the others.
 
“This is the vial that I want you to pick.”

I gasped.
 
“That’s not fair.
 
You can’t just tell me which one to pick.”

“It’s not a command.
 
It’s a suggestion.
 
You’re still free to pick whichever vial you want.”

I was flabbergasted.
 
“You just showed me which one has the drug in it.”

“Have I?
 
Or is it a trick?”

I leaned my forehead in my hand.
 
“Oh my God.”
 
I righted and took another deep breath.
 
“Okay, sweet I win, sour I pick again, and drug I lose.”
 

My hand hovered over the red vial on the far left.
 
I looked at Elentinus’ face.
 
He stared into my eyes with no expression.
 
I moved it over the next one to see if that got a reaction.
 
Nothing.
 
Same with the third one.
 
When I my hand hovered over his vial he smiled with one side of his mouth.
 
The smile remained when I tested the last two, but only because he’d figured out my strategy.
 
I sighed and picked up the first red vial.

“Drink it in one gulp, my dear.
 
Tip your head all the way back.”

I uncorked it and obeyed.
 

“Good girl.”
 
He sounded a little too triumphant.

I was confused, however.
 
Was the vial empty?
 
No—I could feel myself swallowing something.
 
There was no taste.

“Oh, crap.”

Elentinus took the empty vial out of my hand, placed it on the tray, and set the tray on the floor.
 
Then he rose and started to take off his shoulder adornments.
 

In a matter of seconds I felt like I’d downed three shots of vodka.
 
The room started spinning.
 
I had to lean on one arm to steady myself.

He climbed back beside me and caressed the side of my face.
 
“Relax, my dear.”

My head started to feel heavy.
 
It wobbled as I tried to hold it up.
 
“That was…the drug?”
 
I don’t know why I had to ask.

“Yes.”
 
He put his hands on both sides of my face and kissed my lips softly.
 
“They were all drugged.”

I became plaintive.
 
“What?”

His face was still serious.
 
“I’m sorry, my dear.
 
I couldn’t play fair.”
 
He reached back and unhooked my dress.
 

By the time he pulled off my dress and got my shoes off my body had gone limp.
 
This was more than just drunkenness.
 
I felt a ticklish euphoria reverberating all through my skin.
 
Every place his hand brushed against wonderfully amplified the feeling.
 
My head was caught in a drunken buzz tornado.
 
I was dizzy, bubbly, weak—completely at ease.
 

I had no control, and that seemed to be the theme of my life now.
 
I fully realized I
couldn’t
have said no to him, with or without the drug.
 
You know what, though?
 
I’d come to trust this guy, evil alien captor though he was.
 
I would have given in to his wishes without any tears if he’d just been up front with me.
 
He didn’t need to take it in this direction.

Then again, I might just have been a sore loser.

My indignation evaporated in the here and now.
 
I felt like I was getting drunker by the second.
 

He plucked me up like a limp cat and set me down further back on the bed.
 
Did I still have my bra and panties on?
 
I had to touch myself weakly to be sure.
 
Yes, my last layer of resistance was still there.
 
Elentinus was bare-chested now, though.
 
(Did he have horns growing out of his shoulders this whole time?)

He climbed on top of me and started with deep, languorous kisses.
 
His hands coursed over my nape and shoulders.
 
Tingles spread all over my flesh, and my nipples inexplicably got hard.
 
There were fluttery feelings in my middle that felt like my stomach had turned to water.
 
I was lost to this world of tingly, fluttery bliss, and then his tongue slipped into my mouth.
 
This made me open my eyes, but I melted away again in seconds.
 
I didn’t know Dak-Hiliahs French kissed—but damn, he was good at it.
 
He ravished my mouth and tongue so intimately.
 
He made these urgent, powerful movements with his jaw that made heat course all through me.

His fingers traced down the side of my breast to the bottom of my bra.
 
He slipped his hand under the fabric and palmed my bare breast.
 
I winced at the onslaught of sensation in such a private area.
 
He caressed gently, while still working his mouth over mine, and then he focused on my hard nipple with his index finger.
 
Merciless teasing went on for half a minute.
 
I had to break my mouth away from his to gasp.
 
I was so sensitive now it felt like a layer of skin was missing.
 
Every tweak of his finger made my lower area clench.
 

Elentinus pulled my bra off me and threw it aside.
 
He fondled both my exposed breasts while giving soft, buttery kisses to my throat and collarbone.
 
The tingling was making me squirm now.
 
His hands moved to soothe over the goose bumps on my arms.
 
At the same time he clamped his lips on the opposite nipple to the one he’d just tortured.
 
He sucked and pulled slowly until it popped free from his mouth.
 
Then he clamped on again to barrage it with his tongue.

“Ah!”

I was embarrassed by how wet I was getting.
 
My hips were starting to writhe at this point.
 
Elentinus focused his kisses on my quivering torso.
 
His hands worked lower to tickle over my flanks and hips.
 
He took his time caressing me and then pushed a hand into the top of my girdle panties.
 
My legs swung shut instinctively.

“Are you alright, my dear?”

His voice sounded like it came from a far away place to my drunken mind.
 
When I realized what he’d whispered my eyes opened wide.
 
He’d knocked me out of my euphoric trance.
 
I would have never dared to squeeze my legs closed with him if I was sober.
 
At the same time I was glad he’d paused to check on me.

“I’m…fine.”
 
I let my thighs go slack.

Elentinus kissed my navel to show he believed me.
 
He hitched both hands on my waistband and stripped me of my last garment.
 
It was a two-part move:
 
a tug down to expose my hairless groin and a fluid pull to get it off my legs.
 
Even as drunk as I was, being naked in front of Elentinus made my toes curl.
 
The way he paused to drink me in with his eyes gave me a shiver.
 

He placed gentle kisses on my stomach, which felt especially ticklish for some reason.
 
I was trembling and twitching with little gasps.
 
His hands were soothing my hips and legs now.
 
Every caress bombarded me with wondrous tingles that lasted even after his hand moved on.
 
My whole body wanted to be touched by him, and I was starting to get short of breath.
 

After thoroughly feeling up my thighs his right hand slid over my pelvis and between my legs.
 
I struggled against the urge to clamp my thighs again.
 
He was palming the entire mound of flesh, not breaching my slit, but just mashing the area up and down through my skin.
 
I squeezed my eyes closed and grimaced.
 
My clitoris had perked up into a hard little bulb.
 
His hand pressed my flesh into it and caused it to achingly shift around.
 
My thighs started quivering and the tingly ecstasy had my hole clenching.
 
It only took half a minute for the whole area to be throbbing.
 
My legs started squeezing his hand, but he kept the firm pressure moving up and down my mound.
  
There was a tingling forming deeper inside me.
 
I didn’t want him to stop, but at the same time I was going crazy with the barrage of sensations.
 
His hand was already slick from my wetness.

Elentinus had to be trying to get me off just by rubbing my mound.
 
His hand kept up a steady hard rhythm for several minutes.
 
I started feeling rapturous prickly heat inside me.
 
I lifted myself on my elbows.

“Ngh!”

His middle finger breached my slit.
 
My whole body jolted.
 
After having the protection of my flesh the sudden poke of his finger was shockingly intense.
 
He curled up inside my hole where my g-spot was throbbing.
 
Then he started grinding into that delicate wet nerve cluster.
 

“Ahh!”
 

I gasped and winced.
 
One leg came all the way off the bed with my knee bent and toes pointed.
 
Elentinus kept his pinpointed torture going all through my orgasm.
 
I was convulsing so hard inside he could probably feel it on his finger.
 
My back lifted off the bed while my stomach muscles spasmed.
 
I was whimpering, it was so good.
 
Elentinus kept coaxing more and more convulsions out of me.
 
He didn’t stop until I collapsed back into the mattress, panting and quivering.

Elentinus left me like that while he got the rest of his clothes off.
 
I tried to watch him, but I felt completely wasted.
 
Little aftershocks were still going off in my belly.
 

He got on top of me and parted my thighs.
 
I could hear his raspy breathing now.
 
I expected him to reach down to position his cock against my entrance.
 
Both his hands stayed braced beside me, though.
 
I felt his cock come against my hole on its own.
 
Its movement felt a little weird, but my drunken mind didn’t have the capacity for much pondering.
 
What I was aware of was the big round thing trying to push into me.