CAPTURED: 9 Alpha Bad-Boys(33)

"I think you've had enough."         

     



 

She slapped the mug back down. "Did not." She shook her finger at him.  "You're just a sp-spoilsport." She giggled at his stern look. She went  to grab the wine, but he slid the mug out of her reach. She lunged at  it, but ended up missing it and losing her balance. Not a big deal since  she landed on his lap.

His arms steadied her and she thought she heard him sigh. She twined her  arms around his neck. "You smell good," she announced, sniffing his  neck.

"You're drunk."

"Am not," she announced. She squirmed in his lap and he groaned. Sensing  his distraction, Megan snatched her mug and drained the contents. Her  whole body glowed with warmth and she twisted back to smile at him.

"You're not bad looking for a purple dude." She twined a finger in some of his hair, surprised at its softness.

He tilted his head away freeing his lock of hair. "I believe you should rest to sleep off the effects of the drink."

"Ooh, time for bed." She hopped off his lap, staggered and caught her  balance. She veered toward the bed and collapsed on it, giggling. She  rolled onto her back and peered over at him. "Aren't you coming?"



Tren didn't know if he should throttle the Earthling, or join her in the  bed. Aggravating, mouthy, outspoken, stupidly brave and fascinating.  He'd never met a female like her, and he'd yet to decide if he liked her  or wanted to kill her. Right now, his body knew what it wanted-her  naked with her thighs spread wide so he could plow her. He'd done enough  research to know their sexual organs were compatible, and he was  tempted to see just how far that compatibility went-and how good her  vaunted oral skills were.

She sprawled, with a grin, on his bed and beckoned him with a crooked  finger. While he recognized her brazenness resulted from overindulgence,  he couldn't deny her allure.

"You're drunk," he stated flatly, but his claim did nothing to stop his cock from swelling.

"And horny." She enhanced her statement with a grope of her breasts, squeezing their plump shape.

A part of him urged him to show some control and turn away from her  display. But quite honestly, he was enjoying it too much. He did try to  caution her again, though. "You will yell at me when you come to your  senses."

"I'll yell more if you don't get over here." She patted the bed beside her.

A male only had so much endurance. Tren shrugged and stood from the  table to approach the bed. He loomed over her and she licked her lips as  she stared up at him with heavily lidded eyes.

"Take off your shirt," she ordered. "I've been dying to see what you're hiding under there."

Tren stripped the white linen off and almost took his pants off, too, at the appreciation in her gaze.

"Good grief," she whispered. "Even your abs have abs."

His chest swelled at the awe in her tone. "I take it you are pleased?"

She struggled to her knees and ran her hand across his chest, her soft  skin leaving pleasant tingles where it touched. Tren sucked in a breath  when she placed both palms against him. She leaned forward and brushed  her lips on his skin, a scalding mark that shot straight to his groin.  Unlike the males of her kind, he did not possess nipples-a wasted  characteristic on a male in his opinion. But his chest wasn't without  adornment.

She found his silver ringed piercings, a pair on each side, penetrating  his upper pectorals. She tugged them and grinned. "These are hot." She  leaned forward and ran her tongue around the metal and Tren closed his  eyes at the intense sensation. Warming and wetting them, she toyed with  the rings, and Tren wondered if she knew how sensitive they were to any  type of touch. Whether she did or not, she played them with expertise.  She alternated between pulling and licking his erogenous zone.

Arousal raged through his body, rendering him impatient, a distinctly  new sensation for him. He placed his hands around her waist and lifted  her until they were eye level, hers glazed with a burgeoning passion.  She parted her lips and he expected her to speak, it seemed her wont to  forever chatter, but she finally put her lips to better use, pressing  them against his with a soft sigh. The sensation proved electric.

Tren folded her tight to him, his mouth plundering hers in a sensual  kiss that rendered his breath ragged. Her hands crept up to slide  through his hair, dragging his face closer. The feel of her tongue  slipping between his lips made him groan as he met it, thrust for  thrust. He grazed his pointed teeth along its length and she mewled in  his mouth.

Her lower body pressed against him, and he dropped one hand to grab her  thigh and wrap it around his waist. Quickly understanding, she twined  her other leg around him as well, bringing her covered sex up against  his throbbing cock.

She keened, the sound vibrating against his lips as she gyrated her hips  against his hard appendage. He slid his hands lower to cup her  buttocks, aiding her in grinding against him as their mouths continued  to mesh wetly. The taste of her drove him wild, and her passionate  response almost disintegrated his control. When she sucked his tongue  into her mouth, grazing her own flat edged teeth along it before biting  it, he almost threw her down to have his way with her.

I am a warrior. I have more control than an animal. Barely, he had to grudgingly amend.

In order to regain some of his senses, he tore his mouth from hers, but  the vixen tortured him further when she bent her head back, exposing her  throat, a true act of trust and eroticism among his kind. Unable to  resist, he latched onto her tender skin with his lips whilst nipping her  lightly with his sharp teeth. He fought against an urge to bite harder,  to mark her with his distinctive dentition.

Among his people, in times past, such an act would act as a permanent  claim, declaring to all she belonged to him. He growled at the primitive  impulse, unsure of why it even crossed his mind, but determined not to  give in. He moved his teeth away from the temptation she so unwittingly  offered and sealed his lips back to her eager mouth.

She clawed at his shoulders, her motions against him frantic and driving  him wild with arousal. He thrust his hips toward her, the molten heat  of her core affecting him even through their layers of clothing. Her  gasping cries came faster and faster, their lower body friction reaching  a fever pitch.

With a final short scream, her body went tense against his, and his  sensitive cock felt the quivering of her cleft muscles. She'd found her  first pleasure, and Tren's chest swelled in pride. I made her climax and  without even taking her clothes off. Her erotic and responsive nature  made him eager to ready her for the next orgasm.

"That freakin' rocked," she whispered as she laid her head on his  shoulder. He would have responded, but the sound of her soft snore made  his jaw drop in incredulity.

She fell asleep?

Not believing it, he pried her from his body and placed her on the bed.  She squirmed for a second on the covers, tucking her knees up slightly,  but her eyes remained closed and Tren ran a hand through his hair in  disbelief.

Now what am I supposed to do with this? He peered down at his swollen  cock ruefully. Even he wouldn't stoop to taking a woman while she slept,  obviously passed out from not just orgasm, but overindulgence as well.

However, while his morals dictated he only plow conscious females, it  didn't say anything about masturbating beside them. He kicked off his  boots and stripped off his pants, his swollen prick springing forth. He  debated lying beside her or even going into the ablutions chamber to  take care of his need, but for some reason he wouldn't examine, he  wanted to look upon her as he stroked himself.

Holding out his palm, he spit on it before he gripped his shaft. The  liquid provided a natural lubricant for his self-caress. Sliding his  hand back and forth along his swollen length, he watched her; her red  lips pouting as she slept, her cheeks still flushed from passion. He  groaned at the way her breasts strained against the fabric of his shirt,  and most enticing of all, the lingering scent of her arousal.

He fisted his cock, squeezing his hard length while imagining the pale  human on her knees, her breasts offered up as a bed for his seed.  Perhaps she would flick out her tongue to lap at the head of his prick.  The tantalizing visual image drove him over the edge. With a grunt, he  shot his creamy load onto her shirt.

Sated, if not completely satisfied, he then debated what to do. He  wasn't in the habit of spending his sleeping time with females. He  preferred to slumber alone. However, his vessel wasn't exactly equipped  for guests, and given her propensity for trouble, he didn't want to  leave her alone. Plausible excuses even if a part of him knew better. He  wanted to remain with her, and he didn't understand the reason why.

I guess she stays in my bed for now. But what had to leave was the  soiled shirt she now wore. He maneuvered her limp body until he'd tugged  the fabric off. She never woke and he paused to enjoy for a moment the  view of her breasts, her pink nipples puckering in the air. Perhaps the  next time she over imbibes, I'll start with those first. He didn't  question the natural ease with which he assumed a second encounter.