Chapter 2
CHAPTER TWO
She couldn’t remember ever feeling so comfortable with a total stranger.
Not only did he not give off creepy vibes, but his mere presence was a deterrent to the other creeps.
She’d been considering calling it a night when Devlin had sidled up to her—and then self-preservation had whispered to her that if she left right then, Devlin would probably follow her home, trying his best to talk himself into her pants for old times’ sake.
But she couldn’t stay in the bar forever. At some point she had to return to reality and her apartment. Except—she’d finally found a reason to stay; she’d always had a thing for the strong, silent type.
She leaned in toward him. “I don’t want to leave; but I really should.”
He cocked his head at her curiously, as if considering her words.
“I had a really great time tonight.” Samulin stood, gathering her purse and her jacket. She hesitated, then glanced up at him shyly. Nothing ventured; nothing gained. “I only live a few blocks from here.”
He tilted his head a little more.
Oh, good grief. Hint, hint…
She stared at him meaningfully, then grunted in exasperation. “This in an invitation to my apartment,” she said slowly, miming a house with a roof.
His expression cleared and he nodded, then followed her out of the club.
When they reached the pavement outside, she put a hand on his shoulder for balance, then removed first one shoe, then the other.
She dangled the shoes from two of her fingers and held them up for him to see.
“I have a weakness for fuck-me heels—too bad they kill my feet.” When he looked baffled, she just snaked an arm around his elbow and steered him left toward her apartment.
“Why am I even telling you? It’s not like you understand a word I’m saying. ”
All the way home—all of three blocks—she debated the wisdom of inviting a stranger to her home.
One-night-stands were not something she did.
She didn’t do casual, but Devlin was gone, and her self-esteem could really do with a reminder that not all men were controlling jerks.
Besides, this guy hadn’t given off any creepy vibes at all.
Finally, when they stood in front of her apartment door, she turned the key in the lock and turned back to Bralix. He was studying her intently, and she dared to take his hand.
She led him into her apartment, bumping the door shut behind her with a hip to latch shut by itself; she flinched when the door slammed shut with a bang instead of a gentle click. She hoped the neighbours didn’t complain.
She palmed the light switch beside the door, then turned back to Bralix and brazenly slipped one arm around his waist, the other hand cupping his cheek and slipping around to his nape.
His hair was close-cropped and sleek under her fingers.
Something flashed in those bright green eyes, and before she could over-think it, she pulled him down for a kiss.
She felt a moment of daring, kissing a stranger. She was taking what she wanted for a change, but a moment later he’d recovered from the surprise and whisked control out of her hands.
He backed her up against her front door, crashing into it with a dull thud, then captured her hands and gripped them above her head in one of his.
His hips pinned hers to the door, and his left hand went up to her throat in the sexiest, most delicious hand necklace that dissolved her resolve to give up Doms forever.
His left thumb gently caressed the tender flesh behind the hinge of her jaw as his bright green eyes made her knees weak with their intensity.
She noticed he had a strange green tattoo bordering his hairline; it looked somewhat like vibrant green moss. A moment later she blinked and it was gone. Maybe the stress is making me imagine things, she thought.
He looked like he’d say something, but instead he bent his head to grip her lower lip between her teeth and tug on it, the nip just sharp enough to make her pussy sit up and take notice, before releasing her lip and kissing the sting away.
Her moan was breathy, her hips desperately seeking out more contact.
He lowered the shoulder straps of her dress, allowing the slinky fabric to slither over her curves. Undoing her bra seemed to defeat him, and with an impatient growl he snapped her remaining underwear between his fingers.
He desired her, and it was the most potent aphrodisiac ever.
His right hand squeezed her wrists above her head, and the message was clear: Keep them there before he released her hands and did some exploring of his own.
His hands roamed every inch of her body. He cupped her breasts, testing their firmness, teasing her nipples. He skimmed over her waist and hips, cupped her ass cheeks, and pulled her tight against his body.
His green eyes took in every inch of her, every eye-flutter and twitch. He catalogued her responses to what he was doing and learned from it, until he played her like an instrument.
When he finally undid his zipper, her body was simmering with anticipation. He notched the head of his cock at her entrance, then tilting her hips, he pushed into her in one steady, firm push that filled her completely.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms coming down to hold on to his shoulders for balance, and a moment later, he started to thrust with his hips.
“So good,” she moaned. “Fuck, yes, please, please, right there…”
Her climax built steadily. He didn’t play games with her pleasure, didn’t tease or edge her to assert his dominance like so many other Doms had done to her before.
He didn’t have to. She was under no illusion that she held any control in this encounter, and for the first time ever she wouldn’t have it any other way.
She trusted him with her safety, and she trusted him with her body, and that gave her the freedom to just… let go.
When she opened her eyes to look at him, her senses swimming in the pleasure he gave her, she saw him regarding her with intensity, and when their gazes locked, he shifted gears.
She couldn’t look away. Not when he drove her steadily closer and closer to her orgasm.
His green eyes were clear and intense and a moment before it became awkward, he suddenly pulled out and spun her around to face the door.
A moment later her hands were braced against the wood, he’d kicked her feet further apart and entered her from behind.
“Fuck,” she cried, the sound tearing from her throat raw and primal.
His left hand to her lower back held her hips in place, while the other hand reached around to wrap around her throat from the front and accentuate the arch of her back.
Samulin couldn’t remember ever being this turned on, and it wasn’t long before her orgasm made her see white and her soul float several inches above her body.
Bralix withdrew from her body just in time to scoop her up when her knees buckled. His own heartrate racing, he held her against his chest and studied the effect this thorough fucking had had on her.
A fine dew of sweat glowed on her brow and chest. Not quite gasping, she was out of breath—as was he—and her eyes were slightly unfocused. And when he settled her a little more comfortably in his arms, she turned to snuggle into her chest.
Her reaction was exactly what he’d been searching for.
She seemed to derive comfort from touching him, even just from being near him, and she was beautifully submissive.
There were breeders on his home planet who’d pay a fortune to add this trait to their pets’ bloodlines.
One day when he returned to earth, he’d have to select a stud with this trait in mind; their young would fetch a fortune.
He carried her through her dwelling and laid her gently on her bed on top of the covers.
She snuggled adorably against the pillows, and moments later she was asleep.
He studied her for a moment longer, pleased with his find, then pulled a tiny phial from his pocket.
He snapped the head off the glass tube with his thumb, then put a few drops of the sedative on her pillow near her face where she could breathe it in.
Her nose wrinkled for a moment, the smell obviously not pleasant for her, but she didn’t awake. Bralix took a moment to browse around her quarters, studying her various trinkets scattered around, while he waited for the sedative to take full effect.
When he was certain she wouldn’t regain consciousness soon, he carefully wrapped her in the bed covering, taking care to cover her head and her feet too, then hoisted her up over one shoulder.
Time to take this one back to the ship; perhaps he could persuade Phyrax to stay another day or two so that he could find himself another human or two and he could get a good head start on the herd he’d always wanted.