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

Chapter 18

EIGHTEEN

Sevik stilled his hips. Everything inside him froze for a heartbeat.

Fuck Me, Sevik.

He’d intended to go slow with Mina’s untried body, to ease her into this. To avoid harming her. But her slick heat, her tight cunt, and her tempting scent compelled him. It had taken everything within him to not succumb to instinct and plunge deep into her body.

But Mina’s words and her soft mouth moving against his, caressing, nipping, sucking, shattered whatever good intentions he might’ve had.

Need surged within him, and he returned the kiss, crushing his mouth to hers.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. Those delectable nipples grazed his chest as she arched into him, and Sevik groaned when her cunt clenched around his lower shaft, adding to the already unbearable pressure within it. His upper shaft was tortured by extremes—the heat of her flesh below, the comparatively frigid air above.

Fuck her. Claim her.

His fingers bent, burying his claws in the bedding.

A year. A single human year. That was how long he’d wanted her, how long he’d craved her, how long he’d denied himself. It had felt like an eternity.

No more denial, no more restraint. With Mina, he didn’t need to hide, didn’t have to hold back. She wanted him .

He slid his hand up her body—over her belly, between her breasts, along her slender neck—and cradled the underside of her jaw. When he broke their kiss by lifting his head, she attempted to follow, but he held her down and met her lustful, half-lidded gaze.

“ Ornyr valaas duun , you’re so fucking beautiful.” He trailed a claw across her cheek and slid his cock back, dragging it along her inner walls. He barely suppressed a shudder at the pleasure. “Is this what you want, female?”

Before she could answer, Sevik slammed his hips forward, burying his cock deep in her heat.

Mina gasped, head falling back and legs flexing around his hips. Her blunt nails dug into the backs of his shoulders.

Sevik snarled, battling to hold himself up against the wave of bliss sweeping through him. She was so hot, so wet, so tight, so perfect . She enveloped his entire length, fitting so snugly that he could feel the rapid rhythm of her pulse from within.

The pressure in him was near to bursting. His cocks twitched, seeping cum, and he gritted his teeth as his whole body tensed. He refused to spill his seed already. He planned to make this last, to revel in her.

His mate.

His Mina.

“You feel it, val’syra ? How we fit?” He lowered his forehead to hers. “You were made for me. To be mine.”

“Yes,” she whispered, tangling her fingers in his hair. “I am yours.”

He pulled back again. Her inner muscles squeezed his shaft, fighting his withdrawal, desperately trying to draw him back in. Sevik grinned and obliged. He drove into her again, hard enough to jolt Mina backward and coax another breathy sound from her.

Pleasure spiraled through him, coiling low in his belly, where it built that fire. Exhaling heavily, he drew his hips back slowly and hammered into her, over and over. Her body pulled him deeper and deeper—but never deep enough.

Mina’s whimpers and moans matched the deliberate pace of his thrusts. Combined with his ragged breaths and the wet sounds of their bodies sliding together, coming together, fucking , they became music unlike any he’d ever heard. Music that could only have been created by Sevik and Mina.

Her brow was drawn, and her brown eyes remained locked with his. He felt her heartbeat against his fingers, a delicate flutter; a life so fragile, so easily taken, so precious.

His to protect.

Sevik brushed his lips over hers. “You feel so good. So fucking good, Mina.”

She tipped her face toward his, but he held her trapped as he slammed into her welcoming body again and again.

“Sevik,” Mina rasped. “More.”

“You want more?”

“Yes.”

“Do you want my mouth?” Sevik pressed kisses to her forehead, her nose, the corners of her lips, and finally, crushed his mouth over hers in a quick, harsh kiss.

“My tongue?” He flicked it over her kiss-swollen lips. “My cocks?” Drawing back his hips, he drove into her even harder, forcing a cry from her throat.

Panting, Mina slipped a hand between their bodies. “I want”—she curled her fingers around his upper cock and squeezed—“everything.”

“Fuck,” he growled, releasing her neck to plant his other arm on the bed as a shudder blasted through him. His hips bucked, disrupting his rhythm, forcing her hand to pump along his shaft.

Sevik gritted his teeth. “You want everything, val’syra ?”

Her fingers glided along his cock, exploring him, and when her thumb swiped over the slit at its tip—through the seed gathered there—he nearly came right then.

“I want you.” She spread her thighs farther and undulated her hips. “Don’t hold back, Sevik. I want you as you are.”

Those words pierced Sevik to his center. Arousing, commanding, liberating; they sliced through his self-control and left it in tatters, immediately forgotten.

He rose on his knees, dropped both hands to her hips, and angled her pelvis up off the bed. She looked up at him with her cheeks flushed, her lips parted, her eyes gleaming, and her short curls in disarray.

So. Fucking. Beautiful.

“I will give you everything, Mina. But you must give all of yourself to me.” Sevik drove his cock into her, pulling her hard toward him at the same instant.

Before she could even catch her breath, he pounded into her again, and again, and again, his pace more frantic with each thrust.

The pleasure surged in him, pushing him ever faster, ever harder, ever deeper, but none of it was enough. He wanted everything too. He would take everything. Would mark her with his scent, his seed, his fangs and claws.

“Yes! I’m yours, Sevik.” Mina arched her back, her hands going over her head to grasp the bedding. “Yours! You have all of me.”

Her small breasts bounced with his every powerful thrust, and her cunt clenched around his cock, growing wetter as her cries escalated in pitch.

She whispered his name again and again as a plea, a benediction, a cry of pleasure. And the only word that chanted in his mind was mine .

Mine.

Mine.

Mine.

With each ragged breath, the pressure in Sevik grew stronger, coalescing in his cocks. Every slide of flesh on flesh, every twitch of muscle and flicker of their pulses, everything propelled him closer to the peak, closer to climax.

His gaze shifted to the flawless skin where Mina’s neck met her shoulder. His fangs itched, and heat thrummed in his venom glands. Instinct roared inside him. He couldn’t ignore it, didn’t want to.

“Mine,” Sevik snarled as he dropped over her with hands braced on the bed and sank his fangs into that sweet, soft flesh.

Mina gasped, throwing her arms around his neck and stiffening beneath him. Her fingers gripped his hair. She screamed, and her cunt convulsed, clenching his cock, as a gush of liquid heat flooded her.

The feel of her pussy clamping down on him was too much. Everything in Sevik seized for an instant, and the pressure became so great that it would tear him apart, unmake him. Then ecstasy surged through him, and seed erupted from both cocks. He growled against her skin, forcing his hips to keep moving, keep pumping, even as mating venom flowed into her through his fangs.

With Mina’s sweet, passionate cries in his ear, Sevik finally buried himself deep and stayed there, reveling in the feel of his mate’s lovely body coming undone around him.

Only when she began to settle did he ease his jaw and withdraw his fangs. He could detect a faint metallic tang through the sweetness of the mating venom—Mina’s blood. Gently, he licked the wounds, which had already stopped bleeding thanks to the venom.

Sevik lifted his head and settled his forehead against hers. Their ragged breaths mingled as he laid atop her, panting, the ache of exertion only making the lingering pulses of pleasure all the more enjoyable.

“Sevik,” Mina whispered, her voice so soft, so reverent.

Had anyone ever said his name that way? Had anyone ever infused it with such care, such meaning, such…adoration? Just those two syllables from her lips were enough to rekindle the fire in him. He grinded his hips against hers, pushing himself deeper still and drawing another breathy moan from her.

“Mina,” he rumbled.

He didn’t want to leave the heat of her body, the welcoming cradle of her thighs, the caress of her breath. Right here, right now, everything was blissful, perfect. Mina’s delicious fragrance lingered in his nose, combined with the scent of their mating. Every inhalation was flavored by it, and he would never tire of the smell. Chest to chest, he could feel her heart pounding, matching the pace of his own. Their bodies simply fit. Being here with her, inside her, it felt like…

Home.

Mina felt like home.

And that was an unfamiliar feeling for Sevik. He’d lived in several places on Vabos, but had any of them ever been home to him? There’d never been a time in his life, not even as a youngling, when he’d been able to let his guard down. There’d never been a place where he could just…be.

He’d already shared more with Mina than he had with anyone, and he longed to share more still. To share everything.

That was strange too. Wanting to own everything was normal, but wanting to give everything? The concept was almost alien to him.

Yet for her…

A pang of protectiveness pierced his heart, but something gentle, warm, and pure was at its core. Mina was undeniably his. But at the same time…he’d become hers.

This was all so new, so fresh, so jarring and exciting. But it was also delicate. The things he’d endured, the injuries he’d survived, the danger that had defined his life, it was too much for his Mina. She deserved better.

And he would do everything in his power to shield her from pain. If anyone so much as thought about doing her harm, he would eviscerate them. He would fill this world’s expansive oceans with blood before he let her suffer so much as a scratch.

Mina’s gentle fingers combed through his hair, trailed over his horns, and traced his ears to their tips. She raised her knees, which only allowed him to sink deeper into her, and hummed contently.

“I don’t want this to end,” she said, wrapping her arms and legs around him again.

Sevik groaned, nearly losing himself in her hot, welcoming embrace.

“It doesn’t have to.” He pressed his lips to hers. This time, the kiss lacked urgency. He didn’t ravage her mouth—he coaxed and caressed, savoring her feel, her taste, thrilling in the way her body shivered with desire and her cunt clenched his cock with each stroke of his tongue.

Sevik pumped his hips slowly, shallowly, keeping himself buried inside her. Her pussy was slick with their combined essences, and fuck, she felt blissful. His upper cock, pinned between their bodies, glided over her clit and through the mess he’d made on her belly. Mina tangled her fingers in his hair and held him close as she rolled her hips in time with his.

He swallowed her breathy pants and little moans, answering them with his own grunts and growls as heat and ecstasy built in him again, layer upon layer. His instinct demanded he move faster, harder, but it wasn’t about instinct now. It was about Sevik and Mina. About this…foreign closeness. This intimacy that would never have been possible in his old life, that he would’ve avoided at all costs.

Mina broke their kiss when her breath quickened and her thighs began to quiver. But he chased her mouth with his own, unwilling to relinquish her lips. She grasped his back and shoulders, clawing at him with her blunt nails, as he continued pumping into her body and grinding against her clit. Each scratch blazed through him, stoking the fire in his core.

And when she shattered, he took her cries of pleasure into himself and fell apart along with her. As their bodies quaked, he wrapped an arm around her, holding her as close as was physically possible.

His mate.

His.

Mine.

Only after their breathing had calmed and their bodies had settled did Sevik raise his head and look down at her. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips red from his kisses, her hair damp with sweat, and her eyes luminous.

She was radiant.

Breaking her hold on him, he pushed himself up onto his knees to gaze upon her. His eyes roved from her lovely face down her elegant neck, pausing on the mark he’d left. His mark. The bite wounds had scabbed over, and soon, only scars would remain. He grinned with possessive satisfaction.

Sevik’s eyes dipped lower, past her collarbone and over the small mounds of her breasts, to her belly, where his seed glistened on her skin.

Something primal stirred within him. A need to have her covered in his scent, covered in him. He pressed his palm over the cum and rubbed it into her skin, spreading it, wanting her coated in it. Wanting it to seep into her. Every male who came close to Mina would smell nothing but Sevik, and they would know his claim upon her.

“Sevik…” Mina said, drawing his attention to the bashful expression on her face. “What are you doing?”

He smoothed his hand higher. Cupping Mina’s breast, he squeezed the soft flesh and pinched her nipple, eliciting a gasp from her. “Marking what is mine.”

She gave him a cheeky grin. “Am I yours?”

Sevik bared his fangs with a snarl as he leaned over her, capturing her jaw. “You made your choice.” He stroked her bottom lip with the seed covered fingers of his other hand. “You belong to me, val’syra .”

Her eyes flared as he pushed two of his fingers past her lips. With a delighted moan, Mina closed her mouth around them, licking his claws and sucking his fingers clean. He groaned and pumped them in and out of her hot mouth.

Soon, he vowed. Soon, he would have her drink from him, and she’d swallow every drop and more.

Sevik withdrew his fingers and planted that hand on the bed, bending lower until he was all she could see. “I will not let you go, Mina. You are mine .”

He slammed his mouth over hers, and he didn’t hold back the savagery of that kiss. It was meant to bruise. He would mark her in any way he could so everyone knew—especially Mina—that she was his.

She succumbed to his forceful kiss, opening to him. He tasted himself on her lips, and that only intensified his need to claim her in every way.

He broke the punishing kiss with a growl. Mina gasped and opened her eyes. Shoulders heaving with his ragged breaths, Sevik grasped her hair close to her scalp and tipped her head back, forcing her to keep her eyes locked with this. Her palms flattened against his chest, but she didn’t push him away.

“Say it,” he demanded.

“I’m yours,” she rasped.

“Again.” Sevik thrust hard into her body, making her jolt and cry out. “Louder.”

“Yours!” Mina cradled his jaw and brushed her thumbs over his cheeks. “I’m yours, Sevik.”

The tenderness in her deep, dark eyes and the gentleness of her touch combined with the vehemence and passion of her words to make Sevik’s heart constrict. It was the sweetest, warmest, most maddening ache, unlike anything he’d ever experienced. And he was utterly undone.

Since Brekker’s betrayal, the whole universe had been askew. Nothing had been as it should have, and though he’d had direction, Sevik had been lost. But she made everything right, put everything back into place.

Mina was his. All was as it should’ve been.

“Fucking mine,” he grated, driving into her again and again, using her, claiming what was his, until rapture once more clutched at his entire being.

Sevik held himself over Mina, teeth bared, cocks twitching, as the pleasure slowly ebbed. His heart thundered inside his chest. With each beat, that word echoed in his mind.

Mine.

Mine.

Mine.

She’d told him to fuck her. He’d fucked a lot of females in a lot of ways, but this… This had been something else entirely. Though he’d taken possession of her body, she’d taken possession of something more—part of him that he’d never known existed, a part that she’d awakened.

Or maybe it hadn’t existed at all before Mina.

Without a doubt, Sevik knew he wouldn’t hesitate to claw his own heart out of his chest if it was necessary to keep her safe. There’d been very few people in his life for whom he had killed to protect.

Mina was the first person he would’ve died to protect.

That was…terrifying.

Sevik couldn’t remember a time when he’d feared his own death. He’d been bold, had taken risks others wouldn’t have taken, had seized what he’d wanted for himself. But the thought of Mina’s death was more than he could bear. Nothing was more frightening—not even his mother’s death when he was a youngling.

That made Mina a weakness. His weakness. A vulnerability to be exploited by his enemies, because he valued her above all else. Money, weapons, vehicles, residences; all those material things could be replaced. But there was only one Mina.

And Sevik would protect her at all costs.

Those heavy thoughts dulled the last ripples of pleasure in him. Though still reluctant to do so, he finally withdrew from his mate. She made a soft sound of disappointment as her hands fell away from his face. Between that sound and the chill of the open air on his shaft, it was a struggle for him not to push his cock right back into her heat. To push both of his cocks into her.

Leaning back, he grasped her knees, spread her thighs wide, and lowered his gaze to her pretty pink slit. The swollen folds glistened with her slick and his seed, which was seeping from her. Instinct stirred in him again; he didn’t resist.

Sevik dropped his hand to her cunt, dipped his thumb low, and gathered his seed. He swept it up and pressed it into her entrance, returning his cum to where it belonged.

Inside her.

Mina’s breath hitched, and her pussy clenched. Sevik looked up at her. She remained still, hands resting on either side of her head, watching him curiously with her bottom lip caught between her teeth. Her gaze flicked down to his hand.

He held his thumb there, allowing nothing else to escape, and only then did he realize what he was doing. Only then did he realize why he was doing it.

An image flashed in his mind—Mina, her belly round with his youngling.

A low growl rumbled from deep within Sevik, and the sweet ache of his venom rekindled in his fangs. He moved his hands to her waist, splaying his fingers over her flat stomach and through his seed.

He was korasi; she was human. The likelihood that she could bear his offspring was incredibly low. Yet now that the thought was there, it wouldn’t leave. What would it be like to watch her belly swell with their growing child, to watch new life take shape within her? Would it make her even more vibrant than she already was?

It didn’t matter if they were compatible or not. He would plant his seed in her no matter how many times it took. He would fill her cunt again and again, would ensure she was flooded with his seed, with him.

And what danger would I bring upon that youngling?

Sevik clenched his jaw, and his muscles tensed. His return to Vabos would be a bloody, violent affair, and it would end with either himself or Brekker dead. Even if he succeeded and had his revenge, even if he reclaimed his empire, what life could he provide for a mate and child? There’d always be danger. There’d always be threats and attempts upon their lives.

It would certainly be more comfortable than the childhood he’d had, but no less dangerous for the comfort. Going back to Vabos with his mate and youngling would be no better than bringing them into a den of wild, ravenous beasts.

His brow knitted.

And if I don’t return to Vabos?

The thought gave him pause.

His life, his world—even the organization he’d worked so hard to build—seethed with brutality and corruption. The people were ruthless, cold, calculating. They did whatever it took to survive. Did he truly want to return to that?

Did he want to bring his mate, his sweet, soft, kind-hearted Mina, into that world?

Earth wasn’t free of struggle, wasn’t free of suffering and pain, but what he’d seen here was nothing compared to his home world. What if…

What if he stayed on Earth?

This part of it, at least… This little piece of Earth was quiet. Peaceful. Removed from the hardships he’d endured throughout his life.

Sevik could choose to stay here. This could be a chance to start a new life, one without violence and betrayal. This was a place where he and Mina could be safe. Where they could be…happy.

All this time, he’d been planning revenge against Brekker. He’d intended to return to Vabos and take back what belonged to him.

But what exactly would he be reclaiming? Power, wealth, influence? Luxury and excess? Anything he’d wanted had been his. And ultimately, that life had been…empty.

All those things had formed the walls of his fortress, a shell, hollow and cold and lonely. They’d kept him from making honest, meaningful connections with anyone, from truly knowing anyone. From truly being known by anyone. Despite his success, despite his riches, he’d merely been surviving. He’d been fulfilling an instinctual drive to hoard more than his rivals, to possess everything so he wouldn’t have to worry about how he’d get his next meal, about where he’d sleep at night.

But surviving and living were two very different things. Though he’d survived for a long, long time…did he even know how to live?

What did he know about making a life on this planet, with a mate? About making a human happy, making her feel cared for and safe? What did he know about any of this?

Mina settled her hands over his.

Sevik looked up and met her concerned gaze.

“Are you okay?” she asked softly.

The corners of his mouth curled into a smile—the sort of smile he’d give to no one but her—as he turned his hands over to take hold of hers. “Better than ever, val’syra .”

Mina smiled wide. “I could say the same. That was, well… That was the best sex of my life.”

He arched a brow. “Didn’t you say you’ve never had sex before?”

She chuckled. “Yep. Doesn’t make me wrong.”

Sevik’s expression sobered. “Best of my life too.”

“Oh.” Her cheeks pinkened as she brushed her thumbs over his hand. “We could…do it again?”

Sevik’s cocks were already throbbing with need as he grasped her hips, ready to flip her over and prepare his little mate to take both his shafts from behind. To fill her completely.

Mina’s stomach made a pathetic little rumble.

Brows falling, he stared at her stomach before looking at her questioningly.

She smiled sheepishly. “Or, uh, maybe we should eat? Actually, I could really go for a shower first. You kind of…” Clearing her throat, she gestured to her belly, where his seed was drying.

He laughed. Though he was loath to have his seed cleaned from her skin, her comfort was more important. And no matter how much she washed herself, Sevik’s scent—his true scent— would never leave her. “We will shower first. Then I will feed my female.”