Saved by the Alien Crime Boss (Aliens Among Us #4)

Chapter 13

THIRTEEN

Mina dominated Sevik’s senses. No sight had ever been as beautiful as she was now, with her hair disheveled and her skin flushed, writhing in passion. No sound had ever been as satisfying as her cries of pleasure. Nothing had ever felt as good under his palms as her warm, soft, yielding skin. No scent in existence was as tempting and intoxicating as hers.

But Mina’s taste…

Fuck, her taste was the most powerful of all, more potent and addictive than any drug on Earth, Vabos, or anywhere else. Salty, sweet, feminine, her . He’d never encountered anything like it.

He lapped at her cunt like a thirsty beast at a watering hole, leaving no part of her delicious slit ignored. Every drop of her essence upon his tongue amplified his want—his need—for more. He wouldn’t merely lick up her essence, he would drink it from the source.

And that sweet, sweet essence was fuel poured onto the fire at his core. Those flames would consume him if left unchecked.

Strengthening his hold on her legs, he spread her thighs farther and plunged his tongue into her cunt.

“Viktor!”

He snarled against her, hating that name more and more every time she spoke it. He wanted to hear his true name from her lips, wanted it to be the only word she could utter in the throes of ecstasy, wanted her to cry out for Sevik . For the real him.

The scent of her arousal perfumed the air, and he took it in as hungrily as he did her slick. He barely noticed his smell mingling with hers, and he didn’t register the new hint of spice it bore, nor its heightened musk.

Mina left no space within him for thought.

Her breathy cries came with another flood of essence. Sevik groaned and pressed his mouth to her sex, sucking up every bit. His hips gyrated involuntarily, grinding his throbbing, extruding cocks against the couch. That pressure, that friction, only deepened the pervading ache.

Take her.

Claim her.

Mine. Mine. Mine!

Every curse he knew roared through his mind. Need grasped Sevik with merciless claws and pulled him in every direction simultaneously, threatening to tear apart his mind and body alike.

He had to drive his cocks into her heat, had to sink his fangs into her tender skin.

Sevik drove his tongue deeper into her tight cunt instead, curling and twisting it within her channel, coaxing more, more, more from her. She undulated her hips, and her moans escalated. She was close again.

His nose brushed her clit.

Mina gasped, and her hands swiftly fell upon his head.

Upon his horns.

Sevik growled, yanking his head back and forcing her hands away.

“No!” she cried, her dark, desperate eyes meeting his. “Don’t stop! Please, don’t stop!”

“ Hands up, ” he grated.

Mina threw her hands back over her head, grasping the armrest. Her chest rose and fell with her rapid breaths. One of her nipples was bright red thanks to his earlier attentions.

Zekt’al , he wished she could grab his horns and ride his face as she came. Wished he could palm her ass and prick her with his claws as he lifted her off the couch to drink from her.

Wished she was looking into his eyes with such passion rather than at the mask he was forced to wear.

“Good female.” He dropped his face and latched his mouth onto her clit.

Mina moaned, her thighs trembling beneath his palms.

Sevik sucked hard on that little nub, lashing it with his tongue.

She sucked in a sharp breath as she bowed her back, lifting her hips off the couch to press her cunt more firmly against his face. Her whole body shuddered an instant before more essence poured from her.

“Oh God!” Mina’s cries were ragged.

Though she tried to close her legs, Sevik held them splayed as he feasted. He drank until she lay limp beneath him and the only sounds she made were soft whimpers when he flicked his tongue over her swollen clit.

Sevik emitted a low growl. To have her pleasure at his fingertips, his tongue… His painfully engorged cocks twitched, and seed seeped from their tips. He could only imagine how she’d react to his ridges dragging over her clit, to the slide of his cocks inside her, could only imagine how her cunt would feel gripping his shaft.

Sevik gritted his teeth, pressing his forehead to Mina’s lower belly, his breaths ragged as he battled for control.

He was about to come himself. Just a little more friction, a little more pressure, and he’d spill his seed. Fuck, he needed to be inside her. He needed to fill her with?—

No!

Sevik dropped a hand to the couch cushion and curled his fingers, burying his claws in the upholstery.

Mina hummed softly, dreamily; it was the sweet, contented sound of a well-pleasured female.

Pride swelled in his chest, but it was accompanied by bitter regret. No matter how much more he wanted to do, needed to do, he could go no further than this.

Sevik pressed a kiss to her clit. He resisted the urge to lavish that delectable little bud with more attention, satisfying himself instead by breathing in more of her scent.

His brow furrowed. Mina’s fragrance was stronger than ever, beyond what could be explained by her essence still coating his lips. He’d never smelled anything so clearly. It was as though no other scent could clash with it, as though it existed apart from all else.

And it had changed.

The added spice and musk of his scent was present within hers, a distinct part of the whole.

Sevik’s heartbeat pounded in his ears.

I imprinted on her.

Fuck!

He jerked his head up and looked upon her. She lay lax on the sofa with her face turned to the side, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes closed. Asleep.

And she was fucking radiant.

She’s mine.

Mine.

Mine.

Mine.

“ Leskahn tor lesk ,” he rasped, running a hand over his face.

What had he done? How was this any better than Brekker imprinting upon Enthi without her consent? The very event that had led Sevik, injured and hunted, to Earth, that had taken everything from him in a single night.

Not the same. This is not the same.

But how the fuck was it not the same? How could it be any different?

“Because I want Mina.”

Oh, and Brekker didn’t want Enthi?

“I’d never hurt Mina. Never.”

What makes her any different than all the other people you’ve hurt? Your existence puts her in danger. You will hurt her.

Just a matter of time…

“Fuck,” he snarled, shoving away from the couch and standing up. His hands rose, grasping his horns, as he paced around the small space between the couches and coffee table. He couldn’t stop his eyes from returning to Mina over and over.

She looked so soft and sweet, so alluring. So serene.

So fragile and…human.

So…

Mine .

Despite his inner turmoil, his cocks throbbed with undiminished desire, and the heat in his blood had only intensified. He stared at her cunt, which was bare and glistening with her essence.

His inner conflict only worsened.

He turned to walk away only to stop himself. Was he really going to leave her there, practically naked and covered in her own drying slick, like the females he’d used in the past? Was he really going to let her wake up like that—like he’d simply forgotten about her after they’d finished?

With another muttered curse, he forced himself to the bathroom, where he dampened a cloth with warm water. He returned to the couch and knelt beside her.

Were her scent to fill his nostrils again, Sevik wouldn’t be able to trust himself. He held his breath as he quickly but gently wiped the essence from her thighs and cunt. When the washcloth brushed her clit, she moaned softly and stirred, but Sevik didn’t stop. Every moment of restraint was a precious resource, an extremely limited commodity.

Still, he couldn’t ignore what he was doing.

I’m cleaning her. Nothing more.

You’re touching her tight little cunt. Might as well have another taste. She’s yours.

He retreated with a hiss, dropping a hand to his cocks and clutching them through his pants as he stalked to the kitchen.

His eyes settled on the green bottle on the table. He snatched it up, tipped back his head, and drank deep, barely noticing the sting of the bubbles or the clashing sweetness and sourness.

“ Vazk !” He threw the wadded washcloth into the laundry room, splashed water on his face at the sink, and—after another swig of champagne—returned to the living room with the bottle in hand.

Mina remained just as he’d left her.

Unsteadiness crept into his stride as he walked back to her. Clenching his teeth, he stared down at her and the temptation she presented.

“Fuck.”

He set the bottle on the coffee table, shifted her legs up onto the cushion, and draped the blanket that had been on the back of the sofa over Mina, leaving only her head exposed.

That will lessen the temptation.

He immediately knew that thought for what it was—a load of shit.

Plucking up the bottle again, he lowered himself onto the floor beside the couch. He knew he should’ve gone somewhere else, anywhere else. The other sofa, the loft, the bathroom, out onto the fucking deck…but he couldn’t.

He didn’t want to leave her. Would not leave her.

Sevik leaned his head back against the armrest, gulped down another mouthful of alcohol, and closed his eyes. The floor beneath him wobbled ever so slightly, and his head felt oddly light, in contrast to the heaviness settling over the rest of his body.

“Fucking imprinted on a human,” he said. The words came out slow, slurred, nearly in a jumble.

Mina shifted on the couch behind him. He heard the blanket rustle, heard a contented sigh escape her. He wanted nothing more than to join her, to be cocooned in that warmth, holding her little body against him.

Sevik tried to get up—or at least he thought he did. Only his arm moved, bringing the mouth of the bottle back to his lips.

She’s mine.

Mine, mine, all fucking mine.

His next sip brought only carbonated oblivion, dragging Sevik into silent, impenetrable darkness.