Cave Alien (Ancient Earth Aliens 1)

She wants my touch. Not in punishment, but she will take pain if it means I am laying my hands on her.

I have looked at her with lust. From the first moment I saw her, all I could see was her beauty. Now, with her writhing body spreading over my thighs, her legs parting to reveal the soft chalice between her thighs.

I hesitate, not because I do not want to touch her, but because I know once I start we will both be caught in another torrent of cause, effect, and orgasm which will have consequences stretching across eternity. I stopped myself from spending inside her once before. I will not again. This time, what we do will be forever.

Tres has stopped complaining, now she lies quiet and compliant, her hips lifting toward my hands with open invitation. I have activated her instinctual mating response, but I have to make sure this is more than a simple animal encounter. There is too much at stake to fuck first and think later.

“Do you want me, human? Knowing what I am, do you still want me to claim you again for my own, tear your innocence from you, make you entirely incompatible with this world?”

“Yes,” she whispers. “I am yours. I was yours from the moment I saw you.”

She feels the way I do, putting the very thing I thought must be strange and unnatural into words said with such sweetness I find myself wondering why I ever doubted the thought. We are connected, this little human and me. We have never connected in the way so many of my kind have with human females, but I feel as though we have lived a lifetime together already.

Tres

There is something he’s not telling me, something more important than the many things he has not told me, and it has something to do with our mating. He is lustful, powerful, and yet I have sensed that he has been holding something back from me.

“We may die at any moment,” I tell him. “We do not have time to be careful. We have to make love while we can.”

“That is the mating method of prey," he growls, but his fingers are sliding down toward my sex, their long, hard length pressed against my lower lips. He caresses me there, and I can feel the thoughts which he is trying to use to keep himself from an act of impulse.

I do not know what he is afraid of, but there is no place for it here, as my lust grows. I have to have him. I know that with utter certainty.

“Take me, Vulcan. Don’t be afraid.”

“Afraid?” He slaps my cheeks sharply, then swats my lower lips lightly. “I am not afraid, human.”

“Then take me,” I say simply.

“I’ve already taken you.”

“Take me properly.”

His hand fists in my hair, his claws scraping lightly over my head. “What do you mean, take you properly?”

“I mean,” I say, looking into his fearsome gaze. “Stop holding back. Stop hiding from me. Stop being afraid of what will happen…”

“I am not afraid,” he growls again, slapping my sex lightly. It sends an impulse of pleasure through me. I am already aroused, and the sensation of punishment has already been transformed into something much more primal.

“I think you are,” I whisper. “I think you’re afraid of me.”

“Of you, human?”

“Of being mine, as I am yours.”

“I am not afraid,” he repeats for a third time, the claw retracting from his finger before the digit plunges inside my sex, stretching me, his palm slapping against my tender lips with a punishing swat.

“If you’re not afraid, then give me more than a finger.”

I am challenging him. Instinct tells me I need to. I have to break down the invisible wall between us, the barrier which keeps us as two separate things. We have rutted before. He has given me pleasure, but I have not had all of him, not yet, and I know it.

“I would break you if I did that, human.”

“I was not made to break,” I hiss back, grinding my sex against his rough palm.

Vulcan

She’s right. She was not made to break. She was made for me to take, and I am just as tired as she is of holding back, of trying to do the right thing, of guessing what the future holds. As far as I know, there is no such thing as the future. There is just the past, played over and over again.

Tres has better instincts than I do. She knows what she wants and what she needs - and that, is me.

I pull her from my thighs and I stand her up against the cave wall. This is not the time for careful, gentle love making. This is the time to break barriers, to release my seed, to throw caution to the uncaring wind and to give her everything.