Domestic Duet: Domestic Alliance & Asset (9 page)

“Aroc, I did what you asked, taking care of Norese.”

Aroc put a finger to her lips. “Let’s take care of each other’s needs. I’ll satisfy your curiosity while you ease my tension.”

That surprised her. It was happening. He’d force himself on her and she had no chance of stopping him. He outweighed her over a hundred pounds.

He lifted her off the floor, carrying her to the end of the hall to the master bedroom. In the room, Aroc tapped the keypad and the door closed. Sadie back peddled, holding her hands out. “Why did you do that, close us away inside your room? I can’t hear Norese if she wakes and I’m not there.”

“She’s exhausted.” He reclined against the wall, his swollen arms folded. “Go shower. I’ll wait out here.”

Reluctant to shed her clothes, she wrestled not to tremble in front of him and failed. Shakily, her fingers gripped the cotton hem of the T-shirt she’d fallen asleep in and couldn’t bring herself to undress. Sexual curiosity didn’t ensure she could handle whatever depraved actions he considered consensual sex.

She retreated, giving Aroc space, his hulking body lumbering deeper into the room. Looming large and naked, he huddled her against the wall, his hands on the wall beside her head.

“We both need a release, physical and mental.” His pants hit the floor, leaving him nude. He pushed away from the wall to walk to the shower. She gasped seeing his anatomy when he started the water. A rainbow of sensations flooded her body. Powerless to his strength, she felt tormented by the tension the sight of him built between her thighs. An unquenchable thirst for the unexplored playground before her nudged her forward.
Take a chance.
Her nerves felt tattered and torn from the vibration of the blood pounding through her veins. She drew in a cleansing breath and let go of some of her fear. A small portion, because a healthy amount of fear is what’s kept her alive.

His muscled thighs framed a double penis. One, thick and long, jutted up to tap his navel. Behind it, a considerably smaller penis tipped forward with the head braced against the larger one.

Her nipples tightened as she mentally lined up their bodies, her on top of him. The smaller penis would rub her clitoris while the larger one… Sweet land of glory she’d walked into every woman’s fantasy.

Her belly quivered and mouth watered as she followed the curve of his behind when he bent over in the shower. His body, the raw, savage definition of art in its purest form, waited for her touch.

Did she have the option to turn down his offer? Had it been an offer or demand in disguise behind his heady dark voice?

“Come in here, Sadie, I won’t hurt you.” His strained voice, full of lust, accompanied his hulking form. It solidified before her eyes as the steam dissipated around him, revealing a sculpted version of strength and power only imaginable in sleep-deprived dreams where anything is possible.

When she hadn’t taken a step—her body stiffened at the size and anatomical difference—he ordered her again, this time extending his arms. Her eyes focused on the roped muscles formed from battle from the front line. Veins ran the length in rows of corded memories, certainly a reflection of the power that caused them to stand proud under his skin. He waved her inside.

“Remove your clothes.” The order, warm on her neck, came from behind as he moved around her, in a conquering prowess, while his fingers familiarized themselves with her curves under the hem of her T-shirt.

Once—out of curiosity, she convinced herself—she’d erased the line others had drawn around her life that she lived behind. She’d stopped taking chances and longing for adventure when her last boyfriend told her no man would marry her being so independent. What was wrong with wanting more out of life than to be someone’s wife? She wanted a family, a husband, children, but she wanted adventure too. Why couldn’t she have both?

“You came in here for a reason, Sadie. Not because I ordered you to join me,” he added, “You long to have arms hold you again.”

Her heart pounded as tears built in her eyes. He’d found her weakness.

“The same as I do. We both crave the release. You were good to me these last weeks, not just caring for my daughter; you cared for a stranger…me.”

She let her eyes take in the honesty in his face: warm eyes, a patient smile on the edge of his lips.

“You’re good to Norese and your people, and that’s saying a lot considering the responsibility you hold,” she admitted more to herself than him to justify her attraction to an alien. Her feet moved over the floor of their own will, closing the distance until she stood inches from his outstretched hand.

“It’s okay to turn to each other for relief, Sadie.”

Her stomach twisted at the picture forming of what he considered relief. Biting her breasts or choking her while he fucked her, because this wasn’t going to be about making love. He needed to get off and so did she. Lies only created more lies. She felt more than lust for him and she knew it, knew it better than she knew she wasn’t afraid of whatever he wanted to do to her body.

She wanted to be scared, repulsed by the notion of his hands on her, but she wasn’t. His scent was male, his touch dominant, and she found his power enticing. So why was she fighting this?

“I’m curious, I guess. But you’re right about craving the touch of another. I didn’t know how much I missed the embrace of a man, until we shared your bed at night.”

He stepped closer, rivulets of water trickling over the space on his chest were she’d listened to his heartbeat the last week. The place she rested her face, her hand…her mind.

“I’ll go as slow as you need,” he offered gently, extending his hand out to her, water dripping off his fingertips. “Friends.” His voice was a dark whisper in the shadows, and she grew to desire the sound. “Our treaty, Sadie—alien to human, male to female—is the pact of trust that developed this bond.”

Excited and apprehensive, she took his hand. The firm grip sent a zip of lust up through her skin to tingle along her arm. Ushering her fully clothed under the spray of water. He nuzzled the sensitive spot behind her neck where her hair grew finer than the rest, eliciting whispering moans from her lips. She muttered something incoherent, perhaps from the thundering of her pulse as she shivered. It was impossible not to respond when the molded swells of his torso filled the cavern of her back.

“Don’t shy away from my touch.
Ka-hon-tek-ron
.”

Sadie gave little attention to the actual word, possibly a name, as the sensual drawl found her responsive to the seductive cadence in his tone. He caressed the dips before the flare of her hips, lingering…the touch gentle. His searching hands moved around then played over the metal button of her jeans. At the sudden caress of his knuckles nudging her navel, Sadie sucked in a breath full of his spicy scent.

“Undress for me, Sadie.”

Shaky, she shimmied the T-shirt up over her breasts. Long fingers caught the material, tugging if free of her hands. Her hair spilled around her shoulders, thick and wet.

“You’re a little thing, aren’t you.” He spoke close to her ear and the acknowledgment was a soft delicate whisper on her skin. He sounded pleased with his observation.

“Compared to you, I am,” she answered peering up over her shoulder at his mouth inches from hers. He smoothed his hands down her bare arms to stand before her, his eyes darting over the swell of her breasts appreciatively. “Don’t be afraid of me, Sadie. Feel free to touch me.”

Aroc lowered to her feet. Down the line of her body, she watched him untie her tennis shoes, removing them then her socks and setting them just outside of the shower. The unfamiliar material on the shower floor felt cool on the pads of her feet.

Aroc circled her then came around in front of her, and skimmed his hands up her legs to the waistband of her jeans. Looking at her, he drew them down her body, working them free of her feet. They hit the floor with a wet slap.

Wet, her simple beige bra and panties molded to her skin under the showerhead’s stream of hot water. She’d fought the tears building in her eyes, not wanting him to think she had an aversion to his touch. Her body surrendered and became a submissive each time she felt his hand caress her skin. Although she’d worried if he’d hurt her or if she could go through with it, that particular war raged in her mind only, because her body wanted him. Craved him on a level that should have sent her running away. Instead, their time together revealed a side he hadn’t exposed before now…loving.

Aroc, her alien, cared about Sadie’s feelings.

The touch of his large rouge-tinged hands gentle on her shoulders made her shudder as they slid down her arms where he intertwined them with hers to fold over her breasts. Under the spray of warm water and his embrace, she lost track of time as he played his chin in her wet hair, rubbing back and forth. He muttered unfamiliar terms in his thick tone.

She sucked in her stomach as his knuckles kneaded a circle over her skin. “Touch me, Sadie… Both my cocks, learning my body. On this level, I have the same needs as any human male,” he admitted to her surprise. There were no manuals on pleasing a karuntee sexually. Instincts and raw need guided her hand. “I need this right now.”

There was nothing deformed about him. Two penises, one distinctively smaller than the other, nestled between thatches of burgundy hair.

Curious, reaching back, Sadie let her fingers search up the hard lines of legs to meet the flared head of the largest penis. Swallowing, she played her fingers over the swollen head pushing at her hand. Aroc hissed. The sound bounced off the walls of the shower, vibrating over Sadie’s skin, making it flush.

The decadence he offered stole her common sense, replacing it with raw male-female desire. She’d never experienced a longing this strong to be with someone before. Fear and excitement coursed through her limbs, making them weak. It took effort to hold herself up. Aroc’s hands tightened around her waist as if he detected her precarious condition.

“It’s just you and me…give in, Sadie.” His dark voice held patience and understanding. “Just once…give into your feral needs.”

Had she been that transparent, longing for a taste of his body and scared as hell to tempt fate and not be able to handle him?

He whispered a name, not hers, the tone gentle enough to feel across her skin, triggering a hint of jealousy to snake through her body. It settled in her belly burning like acid, deeper and deeper each time he’d said it. But the tone had been poignant enough she gave in to his need for her touch and reclined against his sculpted chest, his pulse a rapid thunder against her skin. Hot water poured down her back, slipping beneath the silky fabric of her panties and rinsing away the evidence of her body’s immediate response to his caress.

His touch, strong arms holding her, filled the void of her nonexistent love life on Earth. Repeatedly, he murmured his attempts at gentility and patience. Her tears continued to flow. He didn’t know they were for her deceased parents, and she accepted his touch, reveling in the comfort.

Firm lips found the sensitive curve of her neck, moving in tandem with Aroc’s fingers easing the silk straps of her bra carefully from her shoulders. Her lips parted at the delicious feel of his touch. She angled into that warm caress, while his knuckles stroked her cheek. Her skin responded in quivers and heated blushes as his hands smoothed down her biceps, stopping at her breasts. He kissed her everywhere except her mouth. Too personal. Like a hooker. Maybe he wasn’t going to make her stay and didn’t want to commit himself emotionally.

“I miss having the feminine scent of a female, in my home, Sadie.” His rough hands traced the outline of her body, making her tremble. “Feminine curves filling my arms, molding under my touch is nourishment, and I crave it daily,” he murmured into the space separating her back and arm. “The shallow breaths. The hissing sounds when a male licks her skin or bites her fingertips.” She hissed when he nibbled hers, sucking it into his mouth, his smooth head resting on her shoulder. “I won’t hurt you; I promise. I…” he trailed off kissing her spine. “I need this right now, and we both need the connection.”

His callused hands cupped her breasts appreciatively, gauging their weight, rubbing the nipples between the tips of his rough thumbs and fingers. A pinch, a squeeze, then teasing by the pads of his fingers tormented her flesh to pucker and her sex drip.

Hands smoothed down her arms, crossing her belly to lay flat over her sex. Warm breath on her neck moved along her spine, and she arched into the delicate caress. Nothing could have prepared her for his hands on her, playing with the curls between her thighs. Falling forward, Sadie braced a hand on the wall, waiting to feel the thick intrusion of this alien filling her completely.

Her sex pulsed. As if by spontaneous combustion, her body creamed under his groans. His breath danced on her behind. No one ever nibbled the rise of her behind before. Her mouth went slack when his fingers found her swollen labia, stroking up and down the folds. The digit popped inside, wrenching a gasp from her throat, her body tensing.

He pushed in ever so slowly until his rough knuckle rubbed her clit, sending pressure to surge through her body. She wanted to move against his hand, eager to rub away the thundering ache beating between her thighs.

Her body cried for attention, absorbing his every embrace like a healing salve to a burn. Aroc was right. She needed to release the ache he’d created in her body, just being in his presence. “Aroc…”