Aran: Love me Harder - Alien Paranormal Romance (11 page)

Dee had a bad habit of inviting her over when her place was a mess and she needed it spotless. She knew Rena could not help herself. She took one last look at the clothes on the floor, turned her back and stepped into the wonderfully hot water.

The feel of the water pulsing over her skin was making her ache. Her sex throbbed, she wanted to reach down and stroke it. She wanted Aran to stroke her more. She wanted to feel his thick blunt fingers stroking and squeezing her clit.

Her nipples were so hard they hurt. She panted as she ran her hand over them. The deeper ebony of her nipples looking like the center of a flower with her gold nipple ring surrounding it. She remembered his hand on them, pulling them, twisting them. His mouth on them sucking them, biting them.

Her knees tried to buckle as waves of pleasure washed over her starting in her stomach and making their way down to her throbbing sex. She wanted to be fucked hard.

“Doll, you’re testing me. Keep that up and I will fail.” Aran voice came from the other side of the door. She flushed knowing that he knew what she was doing.

The smile of pure temptation that over took her lips caught her by surprise. She had never thought of herself as a temptation, her fuller body size making her think she was not cut out for that.

Now she felt every inch of the seductress. She would make his knees weak and his cock explode. She picked up a brand new bar of soap. She squeezed it wondering where her liquid soap was when it broke apart in her hand.

What the fuck? She was gazing at two pieces of soap currently laying on the floor of the shower. How had she done that? Flexing her hands, she felt a new strength course through her. Is this what Dante had been referring to? ‘Aran you can thank me later?’

She wasn’t sure, but she liked the feeling. She felt strong. She washed quickly, avoiding her sensitive areas and stepped out. She grabbed her clothes off of the floor, not because she had to, but because it was rude to leave them.

She dried her hair and toweled off. She stepped out the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her. She felt like a goddess, who had just risen from the sea, ready to mark her prey.

“Doll.” His eyes lit up when he saw her. His nostrils flared as if he smelled something delicious and his tongue ran over his lips, probably trying to hide the fangs that had popped out.

There was no question he was an alien, but more importantly, he was her alien. Finders’ keepers and all that good stuff. She dropped the towel.

The gasp that came out of his mouth was enough to renew the confidence she felt. She walked closer, knowing the gold of her naughty little rings were making her nipples look like chocolate buds that needed to be sucked.

He moved faster than she could track. The next thing she knew, she was on her back on the bed. The laugh she gave was full of need. She wasn’t scared of him at all. She would wonder about that later.

His body lay half on hers as he came in for a kiss. His lips finding hers, warming her. She could feel her heart beat pick up, as he licked her lips, seeking entrance.

She opened up to let him in. His tongue slid across hers, and that sweet warm feeling went straight to hot. She was already beginning to burn, but she needed more. She needed to touch him, love him.

Placing both hands on his chest, she shoved until he lay flat on his back. The look in his eyes assured her that he didn’t turn willingly.

“Get rid of the pants.” Was that her voice? That sultry, needful sound that had emerged from her lips.

He lifted his hips and made short work of the pants to reveal no underwear. Now he was completely naked and hers.

She threw a leg over him, settling her throbbing pussy over his belly button she smiled. She could feel his hard, thick cock against her ass. The tip of it reaching almost to the small of her back. She couldn’t wait to feel all that thick meat filling her again.

She leaned down and kissed him, this time searching for entry. His lips opened and she stroked his tongue, loving him. They dueled, each looking for supremacy bowing to the dominance of the other. She laughed and bit his neck.

It was a compulsion, a need she couldn’t identify. She never broke the skin, though that seemed wrong. She placed small kisses on him, working her way down to his nipples.

She had to suck one, bite one, and pinch one. They called out to her. She leaned over and rubbed her hard nipples against him as she ground her clit against him. She felt his cock rubbing the crack of her ass and she burned brighter.

“Love me, doll. Make it hard.”

She reached out and sucked his nipple, as his hands found her breast and twisted it. A high keening moan left her lips. More please was what it meant. The pleasure had been so intense. It felt so good she reached down and bit his taunt nipple. Her reward was his body bucking underneath hers.

He was definitely no shrinking violet. He liked it rough, her kind of man. She decided slowly was over rated. She needed him in her before she went mad with desire.

She inched down his body leaving a trail of kisses on his chest and a molten lava trail on his abdomen, until her sex was rocking back and forth across his huge cock. Almost like a hotdog in a bun. Mmmm I’ll never see those the same way again.

She cried out as she tried to rise high enough to place her sex over the tip. He rocked a bit and grabbed her hips lifting her higher before letting her drop. She screamed with pleasure as she felt every inch of him invade her.

He was so thick and she was so tight. She needed more. She rocked back and forth on his cock and then up and down. She loved it when he grabbed her waist and started moving her up and down on his huge cock.

Her head went back as she pleaded for more. “Need more. Deeper. Harder. Awww yes.”

He was making deep noises, the kind that fired her sex and made her wilder. He was picking her up and dropping her down faster and faster. The pleasure had become so much that there was a slight edge of pain.

Oh, she loved it. He was giving her everything and she was eating it up like it all belonged to her anyway.

Her eyes that had closed on their own, opened to look at him. She needed to connect, to be with him in the end. His emerald green eyes weren’t the same. They were animal green, the light from the bathroom making then shine.

Hers, he belonged to her, all of him. The pleasure he felt was being transmitted to her. It drove her pleasure higher knowing what she was doing to him. Those little feelers on his cock had a direct path to her feelings. The more he thrust the more she felt his desire and pleasure swamping her mixing with her desires and pleasure. She came down on him as he thrust up in her, hitting that spot. That lovely spot. Her body came apart. She screamed, not caring who might hear her.

She shook and still he pounded into her, making her orgasm more intense. Her body would have collapsed, but he was holding her up. She was boneless and still he pounded, sending little aftershocks into her.

He made a sound that should have scared her and slammed once more into her body. She could feel him exploding into her. Fire and heat warmed her from the inside out as he screamed his pleasure to the world.

Her eyes closed in darkness. Tomorrow, she thought, she would think about the fact that he didn’t wear a condom.

Chapter Eighteen

She was lying on the bed, passed out from pleasure, not pain. He had done that. He felt pride at having satisfied his mate so thoroughly. Make no doubt about it, she was his mate and both he and his beast knew it.

He wouldn’t be like Vincent from beauty and the beast and pretend they were just friends. He had phased. Allowed his beast to come forward and share their mate together. His claws had come out.

He looked over her again, not one mark on her beautiful brown skin. Not one blood vessel broken, even though he had lost control. She had taken the male and the beast and screamed her pleasure for all to hear.

He lifted his hands to look at his claws. They were sharp and lethal, able to tear a man apart. Now they had a layer of flesh under them, neutralizing them. He reached out and stroked her with them. The pleasure made his body stir.

He hadn’t know his body could do that. The beast sent him images of never hurting their mate. His body would always accommodate hers.

He rubbed his hand over her womb, thinking of a child growing there. He could only have a child with his mate that was how the scientist designed them. They had been sure the created would never find a mate. He had proven them wrong.

That wicked grin took over and he felt the beast share his eyes with him. She wasn’t pregnant. He knew that. She could only conceive after he bit her. The bite would bond them together and allow her to conceive and carry his child.

The beast had wanted to bite her. The male had argued that biting her had to be put off. She had to know and be given a choice. The beast had been scared she would run.

He knew better. She had seen his beast and still rode his cock like her life depended on it. He had to tell her before biting her. He stroked her again. Still, wishing she carried his child.

The sound of his phone drew him out of his thoughts.

“Aran.” He gave his standard greeting.

“Ash.” His brother’s standard greeting was given back.

“What did you find?”

“The fire was set on purpose. I was able to retrieve footage of a masked man sneaking into the warehouse. He deliberately poured accelerant on every source, then started a blaze, giving himself plenty of time to leave.”

“Tomorrow, I want you to give a copy of the surveillance video to the cops as well as the insurance company. Assure the insurance company we will not be seeking restitution for the building.”

“Why not? Isn’t that what we pay them for?”

“No, we pay them to continue to look like men doing business on earth. We pay them to look human. Next, we have no need of the money. If we lost everything the humans thought of as assets we would still have more than they could ever imagine. Ash, were there any human causalities?”

He already knew the answer to that, but he needed Ash’s higher skills to kick in.

“There were none.”

“Why was that?”

“You stopped having the warehouse manned overnight two weeks ago. You gave all the night personnel day jobs.” He replied. “Fuck. That looks suspicious.”

“Exactly, so we are going to redirect some of that suspicion and put both the cops and the insurance investigator on the correct trail.”

The silence on the line stretched for several minutes.

“I wasn’t thinking.”

He laughed. “I think it’s that red hair. We may have to dye it.”

Ash found himself laughing also. As soon as the brothers had come to their new world and found out that red haired people were called impulsive or rash, they had applied it to Ash.

“That’s it for now. Take care of that in the morning.”

“I will.”

Ash was the youngest of all of them, he still needed directing, but his brothers were up to the task.

He walked back to the bed to lay down. The day in review went through his head. Someone had threatened his mate. All of his brothers were looking into that. There was about to be one more human who disappeared forever. Someone was out to destroy their business. Again, another human asking to disappear.

He pulled his mate closer. He did indeed owe Dante. Aran had no idea how he did it, but Dante had increased her strength and her stamina. Dante was a lot older than he and his brothers. He was an original, no one knew what Dante could do.

His lips curved, it was always nice to fall asleep, thinking of love and friends.

***

Rena woke up with a stretch. A smile stole across her face as she felt the soreness in her body. It was worth it. Even now she wanted him, wanted to feel him moving deep inside of her.

He had woken her earlier with a kiss that had quickly turned into a passionate love making session.

Then he had told her what Ash had found out and that he would need to leave early for the office. She had listened drowsy and full of contentment. She stuck her nose in the sheets and smelled him. She loved that smell.

She got up, thoughts of the bathroom going through her head, when her cell rang.

“Hello.”

“Where the fuck are you?” Dee was pissed and it came out loud and clear.

“I am at Aran’s. What has your panties in a twist?”

“Turn on the news now.”

She walked out to the sitting room and flicked on the television. A fire crew was outside of her apartment and a news reporter was broadcasting live.

“The fire department has given the all clear. According to the Fire Marshal there was no one in the apartment when it burned. The rest of the building was evacuated and there were no casualties to report. There is no news on how this fire started.”

“Rena, what’s going on?”

“I don’t know, but you better stay far away from me for now.”

“Fuck that shit! Friends don’t let friends go through hell alone.”

“Wait, Dee. Someone is pounding on the door.”

“Don’t you dare hang up! Keep me on the phone.”

“Got it.”

She grabbed a pair of leggings minus underwear and a long top, one of those tops that had a built in bra. It would do for now. She lectured the girls on the way down the stairs to stay in place.

“Who is it?”

“Dante.”

“No really, who is it?”

“It’s Dante. I am the cavalry until Aran gets back. Run that fine ass back to the security room and check, then come let me in, before I let myself in.”

She ran back to the security room to see Dante standing at the door. He was looking both ways checking to see if anyone tried to sneak up on him.

She opened the door and let him in. “What are you doing here?”

“Cavalry, like I said. Aran called the minute he saw the news. He asked me to get over here. He went to check out your apartment and deal with the cops if need be. He should be calling soon.”

“Dee, Dante is here. I think I will be ok.”

“Tell her I said hi.”

“He says hi. Dee there is no need for you to come over. Yeah, fine. See you soon.”