“It’s so big,” I moan, the tip of him stretching me.

“You can take it, Leigh. Take all of me.”

I want to. I take his cock in my hand, guiding it deeper into my wetness. But he’s so big, and even though I’m slicker than I’ve ever been, I don’t see how I can fit this massive alien inside me.

“So fucking wet,” he groans, his eyes blazing hotter than ever.

With that, the phantom heat of his powers begins tickling over my body. Over my clit. Around my backside, my nipples.

Holy shit.

I arch my back, and his cock slips deeper. Another inch.

“That’s a good fucking mate,” he says approvingly. “Look at you take me.”

I cry out as he jerks his hips up, fully seating himself inside me.

It’s too much. It feels too good. And still there’s the heat, trickling all over my skin, making every cell in my body feel that much more alive. I moan, and everything spasms inside me, a third orgasm rocketing through me.

“So fucking beautiful,” he says, gripping my hips, moving my body for me. “I’m going to take you hard now,” he murmurs, pulling my chest against his.

In the next instant, I’m on my back and he’s driving into me. I hold on to his shoulders, his biceps, and he pulls one of my legs up so that my calf’s pressed against his shoulder.

It’s so damn intense.

“Are you okay?” he asks, and when I open my eyes, my heart stutters a little.

His brow’s furrowed in concern, and a frown turns his lips down.

“Oh, I am so much better than okay,” I manage.

He slows down though, moving thoughtfully, his huge cock sliding in and out of me at a tantalizing pace.

When he kisses me, it’s… it’s almost tender, and I squeeze around him, liking this more than I thought I would.

Loving it.

When I come again, thanks to the hot trickle of his power against my clit, the steady thrust of his monster cock, it’s with his name on my lips.

He pulls out moments later, painting hot cum across my stomach and breasts.

It surprises me a little, that he pulled out, especially after all his ridiculous dirty talk about wanting to fill me up, but... it’s sweet, and it means a lot to me that he would honor what I told him about not wanting to be pregnant.

Especially when I pegged him for such a selfish jerk. Guilt swims through me, making my chest twinge.

I smile up at him, and his relaxed, blissful expression melts into a grin. He kisses me deeply, but it’s sweet, and tender, and I actually sigh in contentment when we pull apart.

“I like you like this,” he says, dancing warm fingers across my chest.

“What, naked and covered in your cum?” I laugh.

“That, yes. Obviously. But… I meant happy. I like this smile on your face. I like knowing that I am the one who caused it.” He inhales deeply, a strange expression crossing over his face. “It makes me feel… happy, too.”

Nydo frowns, the downturn of his lips making me smile harder, as though me making him happy is a bad thing.

“If you’re happy,” I ask him sleepily, “then why do you look like you just ate a lemon?”

His gaze scans my face, as though he expects me to be making fun of him, as though he expects to see anything but the relaxed, semi-embarrassing post-orgasmic half-smile that’s all I can muster at the moment.

The bed shifts as he pulls me into his arms, and I sigh in contentment, relaxing even more into the heat and softness of his skin.

“I think… my Leigh, I think that I do not deserve you. I am not a good male. You may be my queen, but this will not be an easy life.”

My stomach twists at that, and I still. “Well, all we have to do is get you back to Roth and make sure your reign or whatever is solid, and then I’m going back to Earth. Right? That was the deal.”

“That was the deal,” he agrees, but there’s a rough quality to his voice that turns my breath jagged.

I pull the thick blanket over myself. I’m still a sloppy, post-sex mess, but I’m too tired from the sex and from the attack to care.

“Sleep,” he tells me, his arms holding me tight against his body. “I will wake you when it is time to launch into the atmosphere.”

I don’t like taking orders from him, but his voice is so different than the usual arrogant drawl that I sigh again, my body limp and relaxed.

“Sleep,” he repeats. “I have you.”

As though I could do anything else.

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NYDO

My Leigh.

I thought I could harden my heart to her wants, to her desires, to the fact I lied about my intentions to return her to Earth.

I swipe the warm cloth over her body, cleaning her up as she sleeps, so delicate and peaceful that it makes my chest ache. The primal, possessive part of me wants to rub my cum into her, to mark her so heavily with my scent that she can’t wash it off.

But I know that will only make her uncomfortable, so I push that piece of me down and continue to clean her with gentle, sure strokes.

My cock rises again, hard as a rock by the time she’s clean. I stare at her, unable to tear my eyes away from her.

She was to be a pawn in my game to regain the throne. My mate, yes. Mine, always. But a symbol, a female to breed and parade around and rut.

My hands fist at my sides, the wet cloth dripping onto my bare foot as I squeeze it.

I wasn’t supposed to care about her feelings, about her desire to get back to Earth.

Gnashing my teeth, I turn from where Leigh sleeps, and quickly wash my own body before dressing. I should tell her about the markings. The markings she will receive when I undoubtedly lose control and loose my energy inside her.

The markings the Roth will expect.

The tie between us that will scream to all that see us that she is, in fact, my fated mate, the Roth Queen, and the one who will secure our line.

The markings that will bind us together, keeping her from ever returning to Earth.

Now is not the time, though. My gaze flicks back to where she sleeps, drawn like a magnet to the quiet noises she makes, the curve of her hip, the elegant, muscled expanse of her leg.

To see my ash markings on her, the swirls of the Roth embedded beneath her skin… my cock begins to drip with pre-cum.

She will accept them. She will accept me.

My teeth grind together, and I rake a hand through my hair, undone by my need to possess her, to brand her as mine.

I only have to make her love me first, in the silly way humans do.

Then she can be fully mine.

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CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

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LEIGH

I wake to Nydo running his fingers across my cheek, breathing my name as he stares at me with dark, inscrutable eyes.

“Is it time?” I ask, rubbing my eyes.

“Yes.” He holds up a set of clothing similar to what he has on, and I dress, still half-asleep.

God, I feel really good, though. Sore in all the right places, in spots I forgot could be sore, and I blush as I wriggle into the pants.

“I smell your arousal again,” he growls at me. “It is distracting.”

“Well, then breathe through your mouth, I guess. It’s not something I can exactly control.”

He grunts, then prowls through the doors. Sighing, I follow him.

I pat my hair as I walk, and I can tell it’s going to take ages to detangle. Sex hair? More like sex goddess hair.

Damn.

My eyes are glued on the tight fit of Nydo’s shirt, the way it highlights his sculpted back, his pants showing off his equally high and toned ass. I thought I could get it out of my system, but now that I know what it’s like with him? Yeah, right.