Kringl (Rescued by the Alien)

Chapter 18

Chapter

Eighteen

J oy’s fingers buzzed as she moved her hands over the hard muscles of his chest and allowed herself to savor the feel of him. She should not be touching him. Not like this. Not when she knew who he was and that he was off-limits to someone like her.

Kringl was a prince, tasked with finding a mate suitable to be his princess. A Valorian mate. That was not her, and it never would be.

Touching him would lead to nothing but heartache and heartbreak, but she could not stop herself. She let her fingers linger on the shimmering gold marks etching his skin, curiosity mixed with desire. His skin was warm, and his marks were even warmer, the gold heating under her touch.

Was it so wrong to want him, even if she couldn’t have him? Was it so wrong to give in to temptation for one night? Was it so wrong to want a few moments of happiness, even if they were stolen and forbidden?

Her defenses crumbled like a handful of snow as his low growl reverberated through her body. She didn’t care that this was fleeting, that he could never be hers, that they could never be together outside her house, this room, her bed. She wanted more. She needed more.

She’d never kissed anyone’s bare skin before. She’d only ever had a few fumbled experiences with young men in the village, but somehow it did not seem strange to her to brush her lips over his chest.

His flesh was warm under her lips and not at all like she’d imagine a blue-skinned alien would taste. Not that she had given much thought to how he’d taste, but he tasted as woodsy and masculine as he smelled. She inhaled the musky, spicy warmth of him, fresh desire slamming into her as she kissed her way up his chest and toward his mouth.

When she’d wiggled and kissed her way up his body, he pulled back. Kringl was breathing hard, his eyes like molten gold.

“Joy,” he rasped, “what are you doing?”

“I want you. I don’t care if it’s only for tonight.”

His gaze was intense as he searched hers. “You know I can’t—”

“I’m telling you, I don’t care.” Her voice wavered. “I want something amazing, if only for a little while.”

She knew it would be amazing. If she felt even a sliver as wonderful as she did now, she was in, and she didn’t care what happened later.

“But whatever happens between us can never leave this planet.” His husky voice was insistent as his gaze moved from her eyes to her mouth. “It can never be more than a secret.”

“I’m great at secrets.”

He bit his bottom lip as if thinking of more reasons they should stop, but the muscle in his jaw trembled. “And I am very bad at resisting one so desirable.”

She let loose a breath. “Who said you needed to resist me?”

With a rough, guttural sound, he scraped his hands through her hair and yanked her mouth to his. As much as she’d loved the taste and feel of his skin, his mouth was even more delicious. Joy moaned as he parted her lips, his tongue tangling with hers. He slid his hands down her body, gripping her hips and then grinding her into him.

Her heart lurched when she felt the hard bar he was moving her on, but the nervous flutter in her stomach was instantly banished by her entire body throbbing with desire. Before she could catch her breath, Kringl rolled to one side, flipping her underneath him and propping himself on his elbows without breaking their kiss. Joy groaned into his mouth and arched into him.

When Kringl finally tore his lips from hers, his chest was heaving as he looked down at her. Even though she could still feel his carnal desire pressed hard into her thigh, he hesitated.

Joy scraped her hands through his long hair and then held the sides of his face. “I want this. I want you.” Then she traced her bottom lip with the tip of her tongue. “I need you inside me.”

He closed his eyes for a beat, and the last remnants of his control seemed to shatter. With a snarl, he pulled desperately at her clothing, only pausing when everything had been tossed to the side. After her clothes were practically torn from her body, Kringl cupped her breasts in his two massive hands, drawing one to his mouth and suckling, as Joy scraped her fingernails through his hair.

When he switched to the other, she sat up and tugged frantically at the waistband of his pants. She sucked in a breath when she jerked his pants down far enough to release his cock. She’d expected it to be long and thick, but she hadn’t imagined that it would be an even darker shade of blue with shimmering gold marks curling around the entire impressive length of it. Her mouth went dry as she feathered her fingers from the base to the tip and then across the crown as Kringl hissed in a breath. Her fingers were met with silky slickness, and she let a hungry sound slip from her mouth.

A tortured groan escaped from Kringl as his gaze tracked her fingers, then he looked at her, his eyes fiery. He let his gaze wander down her naked body as she continued to stroke him.

It was all going so fast, but that was how she wanted it, needed it. She needed it hard and fast so she wouldn’t have to think.

Kringl dropped his head, crushing his mouth to hers again, as she let her legs fall open. She coiled one hand around the back of his neck, holding him to her as he slid the crown of his cock through her slickness. Her heart pounded, blood rushing in her ears and drowning out any last moments of doubt, and Joy wrapped her legs around his waist.

His mouth did not leave hers, his kisses possessive and desperate as he notched his cock at her opening and plunged into her with a single, hard stroke. Joy’s scream was swallowed by his mouth as he held himself deep, but soon she was twitching her own hips and urging him on.

More, she wanted more. She wanted everything he could give her.