Conquered by the Alien Warrior Hope Hart (electric book reader .TXT) 📖

Korzyn curls his fingers inside me, and I gasp. He laughs, removing them, and I stare as he raises them to his mouth.

“Mmm,” he says. “Delicious.”

“Dirty, dirty commander.”

His smile is devilish, and he drops his head to my breasts, nuzzling at them before taking one nipple in his mouth. He sucks strongly at it, and I go tense as if I’ve been electrocuted, pleasure engulfing me.

He laughs again as I gasp.

Two can play at this game.

I run my hands through my hair and then gently scrape my nails over the sensitive scales along his shoulders and down his back. He shudders against me, raising his head.

“Inside me,” I order, and for once, he doesn’t argue.

He takes his time though, driving me out of my mind as he winks at me, pulling back and positioning himself against me. He uses his cock to gather my wetness and then strokes it against my clit, laughing at my gasped curse.

And then finally, finally he slides inside me, filling me up in a way I couldn’t have imagined, even though I’ve checked out his cock every chance I got.

It’s more than just the way we fit together though. It’s the feeling of coming home. His eyes burn into mine, and I arch against him until he’s seated fully within me.

He leans down and takes my mouth, and then he’s moving, plunging into me with a desperation I match, lifting my hips and grinding against him. His thrusts turn rough, and he seems to force himself to hold back.

I don’t think so.

“Harder,” I say, and he growls as I rake my nails down his back.

He gives me what I want, thrusting deep and hard and grinding against my clit in the most delicious way. I clutch at him, shocked at the pleasure spreading through my body.

“More.”

“If you insist.”

I thought he was deep before, but he bares his teeth at me in a feral grin before nipping at my bottom lip.

And then he plunges into me, again and again. He twists his hips, hitting my G-spot with every stroke, and liquid pleasure turns my muscles to jelly.

I groan as I shudder, my orgasm turning everything around me into soft golden light.

Everything except his face, and those eyes, still burning into mine as he empties himself inside me.

Sarissa

I wake, choking, confusion making my movements slow. The air is thick with smoke, and I cough, stumbling out of bed. I know enough to get on the floor where the air is clearer, but it takes me a moment to understand what’s happening.

Fire.

Oh God.

Claire.

Our parents left us here with Opal, our nanny, and I yell for her, but there’s no reply. I press the back of my hand against the door handle, and it’s warm. As long as it’s not burning hot, I can open it. Right?

I have no choice. I fling it open. I have to get to Claire’s room.

The smoke is even thicker here, a dark fog that crawls into my mouth and down my throat, choking my lungs.

“Claire!” I scream, but I hear no reply. All I hear is the crackle of flames as I crawl down the hall, toward her room.

The ceiling groans, and I glance up. The fire is above us. I have to get to Claire and get her out.

A creaking sound makes me jump, and I get to my feet, stumbling faster down the hall and toward my sister.

But the hall is getting longer and longer, and no matter how fast I run, I can’t seem to get any closer to her.

I sit up, my face damp with sweat. Beside me, Korzyn is awake, his gaze steady on my face.

Shit.

“What is it?” he asks. His voice is low, careful, and I let out a shaky breath.

“Just a nightmare.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“No.”

I lie back down, and he reaches his arm out, pulling me close. He rubs his lips against mine, exceedingly gentle, and I open my mouth.

Nothing comes out.

Korzyn kisses me again and then runs his hand through my hair, gently untangling it.

“I lost my sister in a house fire,” I finally manage to get out. “I was eleven, and she was eight. Our housekeeper fell asleep with a cigarette in her hand, and our nanny had snuck off to be with her boyfriend. My parents were in Cabo after my father had had another affair and my mother had threatened divorce—a big step for her. My father was never home, and my mother was usually drunk.

“They’d added a wing onto the house and hadn’t checked that the new smoke detectors were properly connected. My father had decided the company working on the project was ripping him off, so he’d fired them.” I realize Korzyn has no idea what I’m talking about, so I attempt to explain.

He frowns at my description but slowly nods when I tell him how smoke detectors give advance notice of smoke so people can escape a fire.

I let out a wet laugh, my chest aching. “All that money, all that help, and no one cared enough to check if we were safe.

“How did you escape?”

I shrug. “I was running toward Claire’s rooms, but the ceiling was engulfed in flames above me. The heat…I can’t even describe it. I was trying to get to her when something collapsed on me.”

I shift, staring at the kradi wall. “Even now, I have dreams where I find her and lead her to safety. Sometimes, they’re nightmares, and I find her body because I was too late. A neighbor dragged me out. I had second-degree burns on my legs, a concussion, and smoke inhalation, but other than that, I was fine. Claire didn’t make it.”

“And your parents?”

“My mother slapped me across the face. She said I should have taken better care of my sister. She was right.”

“You did all you could have, Sarissa. A tiny child of just eleven summers? You were lucky to survive yourself.”

“Why? Why was I the lucky one and Claire wasn’t?”

“I