Oh No, I Shot A Spaceship And Kissed An Alien Cyberchef (At The Alien Hotel #3)

Chapter 7

Chapter

Seven

NELAN

I grunt as Laura springs to her feet and just as fast, pushes me onto the bed. She’s so small beside me that I could easily resist her strength if I wanted to… but I don’t. She could lead me anywhere, and I would follow. I’m completely hers.

For a heart-stopping moment, I fear that she’s about to leave. She’s seen me now, in all my naked glory, completely exposed… and she’s going to leave.

Instead, she crawls up my body, pressing kisses to every inch of skin her lips can reach.

“Kiss me,” she whispers her demand, pressing her mouth against mine. I obey, my fingers lacing through the fine strands of her hair and dragging her closer, holding her against me.

My hips buck, desperate to sink myself into her soft, heated depths. A growl rips through my chest as my aching, throbbing cockas slides through her damp folds.

Laura gasps, pulling away from my embrace, and rocks her hips again. Each of her movements presses my length between us, soaking me in her wetness. The pressure is intensely pleasurable, but nothing at all like it could be.

“Laura, please,” I groan. My hands snake out, grabbing her generous hips. I just need to lift her, to pull her into place. In this position, I could control her every movement, pull her down on top of me so that I penetrate her deeply until she’s left moaning and begging…

Laura flinches, her whole body stiffening.

Her eyes dart to my arm. My lack of arm. The metal gleaming between us.

I growl, hating the sight of it. Hating everything about it. That reminder of a piece of me missing, of being taken. How I am incomplete.

“I’m sorry, I…” I start to pull away from her. Bile rises in my throat. I can’t do this. I can’t do this to her. Not my Laura. She deserves the best.

“It’s okay,” she tells me, looking down at me with eyes wide. “It was just a bit cold, is all.”

I blink up at her.

“Cold? That’s all?” I hate how I can hear the hope in my own voice.

“It’s not because I’m part machine? Or that my arm is missing?” I ask, bitterness creeping in. I know she doesn’t like machines or technology. She avoids them at almost every possible opportunity. She probably looks at me and sees just a machine.

“I like you,” Laura says, her voice small. Her fingers lace with my metal ones. “This doesn’t change who you are.”

She guides my hand to her breast. I can’t feel it with my own skin, but the inbuilt sensors shoot signals directly to my brain. I squeeze her breast, allowing myself to experience the sensations. Soft skin that gives beneath my palm. Kneadable. And those buds… when my fingers graze over the pebbled flesh, Laura’s hips jerk and she moans.

She looks at me quietly, as if she’s suddenly afraid to tell me the wrong thing. She’s afraid I will leave her, I realize. My very soul protests, refusing the possibility before I even have a chance to consider it. She’s here in my head, wanting me. And I very much want her back.

I scowl up at her, at the way her smile seems so fragile in this moment. The tension around her eyes.

I don’t like to see her demure and quiet. I like to see her demanding what she wants, with light sparkling in her eyes. She holds an inner fire that no flame in the kitchen can match, and I would never dream of dimming it.

She’s perfect. I love her exactly for who she is.

I sit up, bringing our bodies closer together. I’m so much taller than her that our heads are the same height, even when she’s perched on my lap.

“I’m yours,” I tell her, giving her breast a squeeze just to feel her hips grind against mine once again.

“And I believe you had some plan?” I allow my lips to stretch into a grin. The very grin that always makes my little human so emotional, so flustered. “Or are you wanting me to teach you how this is done?”

“Ha!” Laura laughs. “I’ll show you how it’s done!”

She pushes on my chest, forcing me to lie on my back again. I look up at her warmly, pleased to see her spark rekindling.

That grin’s wiped from my face when she lifts herself over me and positions my cockas at her entrance. I swear my eyes nearly roll into the back of my head as pleasure engulfs me. Inch by slow, painstaking inch, Laura lowers onto me. Her hips rock, and I watch utterly mesmerized as her breasts bounce with each movement .

On their own accord, my hands grip her hips, helping to ease her movements. Lifting her up a bit higher and pulling her down a bit harder. I grip her tight, almost fearful that I might bruise her.

“Laura…” I gasp her name.

My response only seems to fuel her onwards. Her hips rise and rock, fluid movements that have every nerve ending on fire. Meteors could rain down from the sky, and I wouldn’t notice. My entire focus, my entire being, is drawn to that one point where we meet. The way her body clasps around mine. The heat of her shaft. The slick sound of our bodies pounding together, of my hips arching to press even more deeply inside of her.

The way she cries out with each movement. Her short breaths and moans mingling with my own.

The tension builds at the base of my tail, an almost painful burn. I’m so close… But I can’t… I need her to…

A roar spills from my lips as her inner muscles tighten on my bulge, squeezing as her own climax rips through her. My orgasm takes over me as seed spills from my tip, entering her deeply. My hips buck as I slam her against me, filling her. She sobs, hips grinding against mine, taking me ever deeper. Her muscles milk me, demanding every drop I have.

And when we’re spent, she collapses on top of me.

“Nelan…” she whispers, her hot breath gliding over my skin. My cockas gives a throb, eager to please her again. We both moan, and then she giggles. “That was amazing. Thank you.”

My arms wrap around her, drawing her close. My tail sneaks out, capturing the tangled blankets of the bed, and draws them around her limp form.

“Sleep, my Laura,” I tell her. “You are safe here with me.”

I’m not even sure she’s heard me, her breathing is even and deep as slumber takes over her. It’s easy to see how exhausted she is. She holds herself so tight all the time, like she’s afraid to make a single move wrong.

I place a gentle kiss on her forehead.

This is almost perfect. Almost. A heat builds in my chest at the small lie I told her. She is always safe with me… but can I keep her from my past? With the danger of the General lurking so close… can I truly keep her safe?