Princess SOS (13 page)

When I wake up, my cheek is vibrating. It’s so weird. Why is it doing that?
And why am I so warm?

It takes me a moment to figure out what’s going on but slowly I start putting together the pieces. Two arms are wrapped snuggly around me, holding me close. Someone is snoring softly near my ear, it must be Beast.

I’m sitting sideways on his lap. I vaguely remember him grabbing me up and holding me while I cried myself to sleep.

I pull back my head and my cheek stops vibrating. I was using his chest as a pillow. That wet spot on his shirt must be from me. Oops. I guess I slept so well I drooled.

It’s still dark but not as dark as I remembered. Beast’s eyes must be closed because there’s no red glow. Now that I’m awake, I can’t fall back to sleep. I don’t know quite what to do with myself except for to stay where I am. And if I have to be completely honest, I’m reluctant to leave the sanctuary of his arms.

Here, with him, I’m safe and protected. Nothing will hurt me. I have nothing to fear.

Carefully, I lean back until I can peek up at his face. His eyes are indeed closed and his face is relaxed even though his arms are tight around me. He must feel safe with me, otherwise I don’t think he would have fallen asleep. He’s left himself vulnerable and unprotected.
I could do anything to him.

I reach out, and before I even understand what I’m doing, I’m touching him. My fingers brush first across his cheek and then they trace the line of his jaw. Even now, I’m awed by the silky feel of his purple skin. He’s so hard and intimating. I still expect him to feel just as rough and hard as he looks.

I don’t know why I’m doing it, it’s crazy. I know I’m just asking for trouble by leading him on. I just have the strongest urge to touch him, I can’t stop myself. It’s as if my fingers woke up with a mind of their own.

His snoring ceases and for a moment, I think I’ve awakened him. His face remains relaxed. I watch him carefully for any signs of consciousness. When he doesn’t open his eyes or try to stop me, my exploration continues on.

Down my fingers go, caressing the length of his neck. I pause at the hollow of his throat and lean in close. Breathing deep, I fill myself with his scent. He smells like the night air, musk, and the black roses that grow in my garden back home.
Home, don’t think of home.

There’s only right now and right here. 

My mouth is so close to his skin now, I have the craziest desire to find out if he tastes as good as he smells.

I part my lips. My breath blows over his skin. At the last moment, I catch myself.

What is wrong with you, Ameia? You can’t just lick a sleeping alien without his permission.

I pull back and look up. His red eyes beam back at me. I feel like I just got caught stealing candy from the candy jar.

“Good morning,” I stammer out.

I lean back and drop my hands to my lap. I don’t know what I was doing or what came over me.
I don’t understand why every time I touch him it tingles.

Beast just stares at me all intense and very silent. It makes me feel so uncomfortable here, trapped, sitting on his lap. I can’t help but squirm. The way he’s staring at me makes me feel like he’s scrutinizing me. Even if he isn’t scrutinizing me, I feel so damn guilty for taking advantage of him.

“I’m sorry,” I apologize and drop my eyes in shame. “I shouldn’t have touched you while you were sleeping.”

I’d be pretty pissed if I woke up to him touching me.

I expect him to be mad at me. I expect him to growl and grumble and voice his displeasure even though I don’t understand him. I certainly don’t expect him to kiss me.

Our lips collide as his head comes down and it feels like we’re crashing into each other. Every thought that was running around in my head, every breath that was left in my chest is suddenly gone. Poof.

All that exists is him and the parts of me that are touching him. Lights flash behind my eyes, jolts of electricity travel down my thighs, and my body burns as if it’s on fire.

His mouth moves over my mouth. Hot, wet, and hungry.

And all I want is more.

This moment, this pleasure, is all that I have, it’s all that matters. It feels so good to be wrapped in his arms, to have his lips pulling at my lips. Life has sucked for so long now, I just want to feel good.

Hungry and demanding, his lips urge my lips to open for him. Suckle by suckle, he lulls me into relaxing against him. I part my lips and our tongues clash. I swear it feels like I was just struck by lightning.

It’s unreal and almost too much. Too much sensation shooting down my spine. Too much pleasure warming my belly and spreading to my core. I can’t breathe, it’s like I’m drowning, drowning in feelings, tastes, and kisses.

I try to pull away from him, but his arms only tighten. There’s no escape. I wanted this, I practically begged for it. I started the fire, now I have to feel it burn.

His tongue moves in my mouth, caressing and stroking, leading my tongue until I pick up his heady rhythm. Honey, he tastes like warm honey, I vaguely realize.
When was the last time I tasted something so sweet?
He’s delectable. His taste is utterly intoxicating. I can’t help but want more and more.

My hands reach out, clutching at his shirt. I feel like I need to hold on as he pushes himself deeper and deeper into me. He pushes until I feel the floor beneath my back.

Beast never stops kissing me as he bends me backward and then comes down on top. At first, he hovers above me. Then, as I arch my body off the floor, aching to be closer to him, he comes down. The weight, the pressure, it’s like it scratches some deeply buried inch. I revel in the feel of him. Every inch of my skin that his skin touches sings with the pleasure of being beneath him.

His chest vibrates harder, thrumming against my breasts. I break the kiss, I can’t help it. I cry out inside his mouth. He groans and swallows it.

His lips glide down my mouth to my throat. If I thought him kissing on the mouth was intense, when he kisses my neck, my body is sizzling. But then he goes further. What’s left of my shirt goes up. His hot mouth covers my breast.

“Beast!” I cry out in surprise.

Hot, wet sensation. I’m melting, my nipple is a goner. His teeth scrape against it then he traps it and works it between his teeth.

He’s trying to kill me. I’m going to
die
. Currents of white hot electricity are pulsing through me, all of it gathering in an unbearable throb between my thighs.

“Please,” I groan out and wither beneath him. I’m asking him for something but I don’t know what I want.

His teeth release me and even though it’s a relief, the throb continues to pulse.

Down, he kisses. My tummy tightens. I find myself holding my breath. He undoes my pants and then they’re gone.

Everything is happening so fast, it feels like I’m skipping seconds. His fingers dig into my hips. I feel him lifting me up, but I don’t know why.
Why is he down there? He should be up here kissing me.

Then he kisses me
there
.

“Oh, my stars!” I scream out.

I want him to keep doing what he’s doing, but my hands start slapping at the top of his head as if they want him to stop. He ignores me and keeps kissing me. He only stops to slide his tongue through my folds. Not only does his tongue lick and lap at me, it vibrates as well. I think I’m going to completely unravel, he’s ripping all my seams out.  Then his mouth covers and pulls back a hard suckle from my swollen clit.

“You’re a beast,” I cry out.

The sensation is just too much for me to contain. It’s so intense it hurts. My heart is going to explode, it’s trying so hard to keep up with all the blood pumping to my clit. There’s so much pressure now building inside me, I don’t understand what’s going on. I don’t know how this is going to end.

Building and building, I’m so achy, I’m so needy, but I don’t know for what. I can’t stop moving, my thighs tense and relax around his head. Then my hands stop slapping, I grab him by the hair to trap him. To keep him right there, in that perfect spot.

Up, up, I’m climbing, I’m no longer of this world. The thread inside me is stretching, tightening. It’s so taunt it hums. For a moment, at the top, I feel like I just might be okay. Then the thread snaps.

What goes up must come down, and oh, is the fall glorious.

I scream, I cry. My fingers tear at his hair as I buck off the floor. My sex convulses. My body spasms. He holds me through all of it.

His fingers dig into my hips while his tongue laps up my wetness. I’m melting, I’m gushing. He makes little noises in his throat. I feel like I’ve pleased him as he swallows me down.

When the last tremor passes and I feel like I can breathe again, his head pops up. His red eyes are glowing brighter than ever before.

“Mine,” he growls.

My heart skips a beat.

My legs are trembling with the aftershocks.

He climbs up my body and hovers above me.

I realize my fingers are still tangled in his hair.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you,” I apologize as I pull my fingers from his hair.

His dark lips curl into a pleased smirk. I feel my cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

Something passes between us. We’re sharing a moment.

Beast strokes my cheek and growls.

I stare up at him. He stares down into my eyes as if expecting something.

He growls again and I almost think he’s asking me a question. I wish I could understand.

Suddenly, Beast’s face falls and I have the worse feeling that somehow I disappointed him.

Did I do something wrong?

He rolls off me, then like a true gentleman, he offers me a hand up.

***

What was that? How did I let that happen? How did I let him do those things to me?

My cheeks feel like they’re on fire. I know I’m blushing from top to bottom. Part of me is embarrassed by what happened. I feel like I’ve exposed myself. I feel like I let a piece of myself go, and I’ll never get that piece back. I lost all control of myself and he witnessed it. He did it.

Does this change everything between us now? Because I let him do that, will he think I’ve accepted his ownership of me? I don’t know. And I don’t know how I feel about what’s between us. In the heat of the moment, I relished in the release. I wanted to be his. I wanted him to be mine.

It frightens me more than if it were to suddenly start raining feral fuzzballs and nightmare piggies.

His hand tightens around my hand and Beast looks at me with such longing it steals my breath. I find myself thinking it would be so easy to lift up on my tiptoes and capture his lips in a kiss. It would be so easy to throw myself against him. To revel in the warmth and strength of him. It would be so natural to see what other heights I can reach in his arms.

His eyes flash as if he can see exactly what I’m thinking. Abruptly he drops my hand and turns away.

I feel confused like I’ve done something to displease him. Just the thought makes me sick to my stomach.
What did I do wrong?

He has a power over me, and he can wield it again and again. In his arms, I could lose myself.

I’m all that I have left.

I stare hard at his back. Even here, he doesn’t look as if he belongs to this strange world. He’s all purple and dark, clad all in black. He clashes too much against the blue-green of the foliage. The suns bright yellow rays don’t bounce off his massive form, it’s as if he absorbs them, shrouding himself in his own personal darkness. He looks as if he belongs somewhere in the shadows. Or some kind of Hell.

I shiver and walk over to the backpack I left on the floor. I pick it up and suck tiny sips from its spout. I’m thirsty, it’s hard to not drink more. I know, though, that unless I pace myself, I’ll really have to relieve myself.

Since I’ve crashed, I’ve had to make decisions I never had to make back home. Survival is growing more and more tiresome.

So what if I let go? What if I were to give myself to him? Would it truly be that bad?

I already feel drawn to him, like he has his own gravitational pull I’m too weak to resist. The way he touches me, the way I long to feel my skin against his skin, it’s a slow kind of torture to keep denying myself. Life is already miserable enough as it is. Why should I make myself miserable?

Maybe I should just fall and get it over with. It would be so easy to let go.

But I can’t even understand him. If a rescue comes for me, I could and would take him back home. I couldn’t bear to leave him here, all alone. But unless he can learn to speak a language I can understand, I’m doomed to only guess at his intentions. Who is he? Where is he from? How did he get here? He could be a genocidal warlord for all I know. He sure looks the part.

Beast walks stiffly to the edge of the floor. Just watching him do it makes me as anxious as if I was doing it myself. I don’t know how he can stand on the edge like that without fear, without becoming overwhelmingly dizzy and lightheaded. He stands there, staring off in the distance for a long time. I half expect him to sprout a pair of leathery black wings from his back and fly off into the horizon.