Stranded with the Alien (Starbound #1)

Fourteen

He was oblivious to her muffled curses and didn’t notice, or didn’t care, that she was pounding on his chest.

He wasn’t trying to hurt her, she knew that much. Her initial fear that he was going to inject her with toxin evaporated. But it didn’t change the fact that he was kissing her and there wasn’t a damn thing she could do about it.

This can’t be happening.

And yet it was. His mouth roamed hers with slow deliberation, forcing her lips apart gently but firmly until his tongue was able to invade.

It should have filled her with horror. An alien tongue rubbing against hers. And yet as he continued to kiss her, she found she didn’t want it to end

Her heart started racing and somehow, at some point, her hands stopped trying to push him away. The alien nuzzled her cheek.

“Kalehsha.”

That word again. She didn’t know what it meant but it made her pulse kick up a notch.

He’s hallucinating. He thinks I’m someone else.

A tentacle circled her waist and snaked upwards, slithering like raw silk across her breasts. The sensation was indescribable. The soft rasp over her nipples made them harden instantly, sending tendrils of heat straight to her core.

She tried to fight it. But it was hard to think straight when she was getting aroused.

I can’t be turned on. Not by him!

It had been some time since she’d had sex but even so, she couldn’t remember feeling like this. A deep throb began to beat between her legs and she found herself wanting to arch against him.

She groped for an explanation. There had to be some logical reason as to why she was reacting this way.

Maybe it was something in the planet’s atmosphere? They’d both been breathing it. Or maybe the alien himself was affecting her somehow. Could it be pheromones? Was he releasing a mating chemical?

But you’re not Vraxian.

Maybe it didn’t matter. Maybe when they were horny, any female would do. Whatever the reason, he was doing a very good job of making her wet.

“Please,” she whispered. “Please.”

She didn’t know if she was asking him to stop or begging him to carry on. In any case, he paid no attention. He brushed his nose against her throat again, reveling in her scent. His hands slid over her hips and cradled the curve of her bottom.

The tentacle at her breasts wriggled down over her belly. It touched her thigh and she stiffened. Surely he wasn’t intending to…?

It delved between her legs and Kara knew he was. Very much so. The tip rubbed against her velvet lips and she quivered.

You can’t let this happen. It’s perverse.

But the delicate probing was impossible to ignore. It squirmed at her entrance as if searching for the way in. Every inquisitive touch made her ache with need.

She told herself she wasn’t inviting this. That she was resisting. But when the gentle nudges became more persistent, she began to shiver with excitement.

And when the tentacle slid through her slick folds and into her wetness, she didn’t fight it.

Sweet Jesus. She’d never experienced anything like it. The thick organ filled her completely, its pulsating warmth sending waves of pleasure radiating through her body.

She knew it was wrong. She knew she had to make it stop. But it was hard to think of anything except the exquisite torment it was inflicting on her.

A delicious tension gathered in her core and she rocked her hips to take in more of the writhing mass.

“Oh… God…”

Every stroke and thrust heightened her excitement and when it started churning against her swollen clitoris, she knew she was close to coming.

It was only when her mother’s voice rang in her mind that she came to her senses.

You’re committing treason. Consorting with an enemy of our people.

Fuck. What the hell was she doing?

“Stop.” It came out huskily and she tried again. “Stop!”

The alien either didn’t hear or didn’t understand. His eyes were glazed and he seemed content to hold her while his tentacle played with her. Her orgasm was just seconds away but she couldn’t allow it. Wouldn’t.

With a violent lunge that took every last ounce of willpower, she kicked at the tentacle until it fell from her body.

“Let me go!”

She screamed into the Vraxian’s face, then punched it for good measure. Anger and shame lent her strength. The alien reared back and grunted in pain.

For the first time his eyes seemed to clear and his ridged forehead creased into a frown. His gaze sharpened. He registered the fact that he was holding her. And that she was naked.

With a startled oath he let her go, dropping to his knees beside her. He held his hands up and uttered a sound that might have been intended to calm her or might have been an apology. Whatever it was, Kara wasn’t listening.

She kicked him savagely on the temple and he went down like a ton of bricks, his tentacles flopping beside him. She grabbed the blaster just in case, but she didn’t need it. He was unconscious.

She sank to the ground, scarcely able to believe what had just happened. Why had she let the alien do… do that to her? And why the fuck hadn’t she stopped him sooner?

She was a traitor. Not just to Earth, but to herself. She’d let him violate her with his filthy tentacle.

And she’d enjoyed it.

She dropped her head in her hands.

“Shit.”