The Arrival: A Sci-Fi Alien Warrior Paranormal Romance (13 page)

"You're seven feet tall and probably weigh four hundred pounds, Sorrin. I don't know what you're expecting. What's wrong? I mean. I guess I know what’s wrong, I just. I don’t understand.”

He looked up at her, eyes shadowed in the darkness of the room. Those eyes started at her face, taking it in for a long moment before they slid down. Abby was suddenly very aware that she wasn't fully dressed, just in an oversized t-shirt that did very little to hide the curves of her breasts and the way her nipples were hard in the chill air, and a pair of shorts that ended at her thighs. Lounging around her apartment had been more comfortable in clothes like this, but talking to her very male and very attractive new alien friend was definitely not the time to have skimped on her clothes.

She could almost feel his gaze as it slid down her body, and her cheeks heated with embarrassment as she looked away from him.

"Come here," he said, instead of answering her question.

Abby's eyes went wide with surprise. "What?"

"Come here," he repeated in the same tone. It wasn't an order, more a suggestion, but it had her heart thundering in her chest all the same.

"You're drunk," she accused, because that had to be it. They hadn’t known each other for very long at all, and he’d never shown any interest before. She was just a human annoyance turned ally that he had to deal with until this was done. So it had to be the alcohol, right?

"Barely. I'm not going to make you."

And she believed that. Abby had learned enough about Sorrin by now to know that if she turned and walked out right now, he wouldn't come after her. But she'd seen the speculative looks he'd been giving her when she surprised him, and things had been changing between them over the last few days.

It probably seemed odd to him, her being shy now when she was usually so outspoken. But that was just how she was. She’d never really worked at being confident when it came to other things, but now… Now she was unsure and confused, and struck by how much she wanted this to be something other than the alcohol. Maybe it
was
just the alcohol.

Her mission, however reluctantly she had accepted it, would have been a whole lot easier if she was the type who could just flirt indiscriminately and make people want her. If she was some sort of seductress or something. But she wasn’t, so that aspect had never come into play. That it was happening now was throwing her for a loop.

Her body seemed to be moving ahead of her mind because tentatively, she stepped forward. Her feet were bare on the cold stone floor, and she felt ridiculously small even with Sorrin sitting down. She had never been a timid person, but she had no idea what she was doing here.

Luckily, Sorrin seemed to have that covered. When she was close enough, he reached out, dropping the empty bottle and letting it roll away so he could put his hands around her waist. And god, his hands were big. They nearly met in the middle around her waist, and he chuckled huskily at the sight and then lifted her like she didn't weigh a thing.

Abby flushed darkly and a rush of arousal flooded her like a hot tide. One problem she'd always run into before when it came to dating and sex was that she had a hard time finding people who could keep up with her. She wasn't strong or powerful in a physical regard, but she had goals and ambition, and the usual frat boy wasn't interesting to her.

But Sorrin...Sorrin had a single minded goal that he was willing to sacrifice everything for. He had plans, he had looks, and he had strength. He was sort of the complete package, and now he had her and he was settling her in his lap.

Her legs were spread wide as she made herself comfortable straddling him, and he tipped her head up to look at her with a finger under her chin.

"Why don't you fight them?" he asked, and Abby knew what he meant instantly, of course.

"Isn't that why
you're
here?" she countered, arching an eyebrow. Sometimes their give and take made her feel like her old self.

Sorrin snorted, but it was an amused sound. For a second, nothing happened, and then he was leaning forward and capturing her mouth with his own.

Lips pressed to hers, gentle at first, just a brush to test the waters. When she responded eagerly, surprising both of them with the way she pressed forward to kiss him back, she could feel the pleased rumble in his chest. His arms went around her, thick and solid, and he pulled her even closer, kissing her hard and fast.

Abby barely had time to breathe between kisses. Sorrin didn't do anything by halves, clearly, and when she gasped, her lips parting, he took advantage of the situation and deepened the kiss. He might have been from another planet, but clearly kissing was a universal thing, and when they finally broke to breathe, Abby was lightheaded and panting.

"Oh my god," she murmured, one hand drifting up to touch her lips. They felt swollen and tingly, but in a good way, and she glanced at Sorrin, who looked smug. "Don't get cocky," she murmured, poking him in the chest.

Sorrin took her hand and kissed the back of it with a soft smirk. "It might be too late."

From the bulge she could feel under her when he rocked his hips upward, she was willing to bet he was right about that.

If she was going to put a stop to this, then now would be the perfect time. This was closer than she'd meant to get, and she was rapidly losing the threads of her plan to the desire and heat that was pooling in her from his attentions.

One of his hands slid under the hem of her shirt, going up her back and stroking the skin there gently. There was something so alluring about a man that size being gentle, and Abby swallowed hard. She was already wet between her legs, and she regretted not bothering to put on underwear after her shower. From the way Sorrin's nostrils flared, she was willing to bet that he could smell it, anyway. And wasn't that just mortifying?

"Have you done this before?" he asked.

"What, kissing?"

He shook his head, sliding the hand under her shirt around to the front. Gently he caressed her chest, and then made her yelp when he pinched her nipple hard. "This," he repeated, and she knew he meant that he wanted more than kissing.

"Yes," Abby breathed.

Sorrin nodded. "And did you enjoy it?"

Had she? Abby could remember some less than stellar performances from her boyfriends, but it had still been nice being that close to someone like that. "Yes," she answered.

"And do you want this with me?"

Once again, he was giving her an out. Sorrin had well over a foot on her, and over two hundred pounds at the very least. If he wanted to, he could take her right here and now whether she wanted it with him or not. But that wasn't what he was interested in, and Abby felt a spike of arousal alongside a twinge of guilt.

"Yes," she breathed, and Sorrin gave her what might have been the first wide, genuine smile she'd ever seen from him.

His other hand joined the first under her shirt, and he cupped both of her breasts in them, callused thumbs brushing over her nipples and making her arch and moan softly. "Sorrin," she breathed, and her legs went wider, practically begging him with her body language.

"Mm," he replied. "I like when you say my name."

"Sorrin." She said it again, breathier this time, on a moan when he pinched and tugged at her nipples, making her shiver with her desire.

"Do you like that?" he asked her, eyes intent on her face. He pulled harder, and Abby moaned. "I think you do." He slid a hand down from her chest to her stomach and then down further to cup her sex through her shorts. By now she was damp even through the fabric, and he smirked when he discovered that, rubbing her slowly. "Tell me you want me."

Abby licked her lips, breath catching. "I want you."

That much should have been obvious.

It didn't seem like one of his hands should be able to fit into her shorts, but he made do, stroking her flesh. One long, thick finger pushed into her center, eased along by the wetness that coated her inner walls, and she gasped again and ground down onto his hand.

When he added another finger, she moaned, not above pleading. "Please, Sorrin."

"Please what?"

"I need more. I want you."

"I'm bigger than this," he warned her, and Abby could have figured that out for herself. Sorrin was over seven feet tall and looked like he could bench press a car. Of course he was going to have a large dick. She wanted to see it. That apparently showed on her face because he shrugged a shoulder at her. "Stand up."

She did so, taking the time to shimmy out of her shorts to make things easier. Nervousness and desire warred in her stomach in an interesting cocktail of sensations, and she licked her lips as she watched Sorrin undo his fly and then lift his hips enough that he could push down his pants and underwear. His abs distracted her for a moment as his shirt rode up, but then she saw a trail of dark hair and it led down to his dick which revealed as he got his pants down low enough and then kicked them off and away.

His cock was lovely. Thick and long, already hard. The veins in it stood out, and it was flushed, nearly purple with the combination of red blood and his blue tinted skin. It curved up towards his stomach, and as she watched, Sorrin wrapped a hand around it and gave a languid stroke.

Abby's heart raced when she looked at it. She'd expected big, of course, but there was a difference between expecting something and seeing it in front of her.

She still wanted it.

"Come here," Sorrin said, repeating his earlier refrain. He held a hand out to her, and she took it, letting him curl their fingers together. "Good girl," he breathed, voice low. "Do you want this?" His other hand was still stroking his length, and Abby couldn't tear her eyes away from the sight.

"Yes."

Sorrin smiled again.

Sinking down onto something so big was an experience. Gravity was on her side, and it helped that she was so wet it was starting to make her thighs sticky, but still, it was a stretch. Literally. She took it slowly, and Sorrin helped, rocking his hips up as she moved down, the slight burn making her breath catch as she finally got herself seated.

The feeling of fullness was incredible, and she moaned softly, rocking in tiny waves in Sorrin's lap. She leaned back so she could see where they were joined together and the way her body was impaled on his hard cock.

"Stars and Creators, you feel good," Sorrin rumbled, and he let his hands settle at her waist, waiting.

Clearly, she was in charge here, and that made sense. Letting her set the pace would make sure he didn't hurt her with his size and strength before she was used to it.

She went slowly, so as to take that gift and use it well, raising and lowering herself in slow, easy motions that had her moaning softly as she rode him. His hands settled at her waist, and he gave her encouragement in the form of gentle words of praise and near breathless growls as he helped her move on him.

And it felt good. God, did it ever. Fire and lightning sparking through her veins as she rolled her hips in sinuous waves, taking him deeper and faster each time she rose up and then sank down. Every time they met in the middle, it felt like magic, fierce and hot, desperate and delicious, and Abby already knew that there was nothing she’d ever had that felt as good as this. “Sorrin,” she groaned again, and he dropped his head to her shoulder, mouthing at it lightly while he held onto her tightly.

“Oh god,” Abby gasped when she was close. “Oh god, I’m—”

It seemed that sentiment was universal because Sorrin just chuckled and started moving his hips faster, snapping them up while she met him on the downstroke, and she clambered to a somewhat messy finish in his arms.

He followed soon after, the waves of her orgasm pulling his from him, and it was amazing how good it was to feel him spill his release right there.

Sorrin looked up, blue eyes clouded with lust and satisfaction, and he smiled at her again. She was quickly learning that she wanted to see more and more of that smile.

Chapter Nine: Soften

Once they could walk again, they went to find a bed to lie down in. One of the good things about taking over a mostly abandoned building was that they could have all the space they wanted and there was no one around to stop them or question them about it. Still, Sorrin wondered if Abby found it lonely.

Her apartment was a floor up, but they stopped in one that had a bigger bed for the night. "Since you're so much bigger than me, and I care about your comfort," Abby had said with a cheeky smile.

"Thank you so much," Sorrin had deadpanned back, and Abby's answering giggle had been rewarding.

He'd been coming to know things about her in the time they'd know each other, which was admittedly pretty short. There was a fire in her eyes that he liked, a set to her shoulders, to her mouth that made him feel like she was more than the weak human she seemed sometimes. There was also a gentleness in the way she spoke and acted that called to him, too. She was so soft and pliable in the time after their coupling, sticking close to him, and smelling overwhelmingly of sex and him, and Sorrin couldn't bring himself to push her away.

In fact, when they got to the bed, he pulled her closer.

Abby rested her head on his chest, and he wrapped an arm around her, hand stroking down her back. Settled, he realized that she had left all her own clothes in that storage room and was wearing only his discarded shirt.