Page 44 of Rock Hard Alien

“I have no intention of behaving.”

He thrust into me again.

The upper node vibrated faster. The sensation built until I couldn’t separate the friction of his cock from the circling pressure of his tail. Cairn filled every part of my awareness. His rough skin beneath my hands, his fangs at my neck, the low growls vibrating through his chest.

I stroked the inner edge of his wing. He shuddered violently.

“Do that again.”

I ran my fingers along the warm membrane, then closed my other hand around his horn.

Cairn drove the lowest node inside me. The stretch was almost too much. I cried out, my body clenching around all three diamond-shaped sections. His tail pressed harder against my clit.

I was close.

“Bite me,” I whispered.

Cairn froze. His cock remained buried inside me, but he stopped moving. Even his tail stilled.

“If I bite you now, it will leave a mark.”

“A mark? Why? How?”

“It will be a mating bite.” His fangs grazed the place where my neck met my shoulder. “I feel the bond is ready to become permanent. This would make you mine according to the laws and traditions of my people.”

“Permanent?” I asked.

“Yes.” His voice was strained. “The mark will remain. No gharrgoil could mistake what it means.”

“And what does it mean for me?”

“That you chose me. That I chose you. That we are mates in truth, not merely because my instincts recognised you.”

His tail resumed its slow movement over my clit, almost destroying my ability to think.

This was permanent. Less than two days ago, I’d believed Cairn was a statue. Since then, he had kidnapped me, nearly dropped me twice, followed me to Glasgow, drunk my blood and destroyed my car.

And I had loved every minute of it. Except for the flying and dropping.

He had also respected me when I told him to stop. He had listened, learned and protected me without hesitation. When I’d thought I was about to die, he had covered my body with his own.

Life with Cairn was going to be complicated, dangerous and very hard on my furniture.

I wanted it anyway.

“Do it.”

His entire body trembled above me.

“Georgie.”

“Mate me, Cairn.”

A growl ripped from his chest.

He thrust deep, forcing the swollen edges of the lowest node against my entrance. His tail pressed firmly against my clit as his mouth closed over my shoulder.

His fangs pierced my skin.