Alien On Fire

Warm arousal floods me, and I gasp at the sudden need, triggered by his words alone.

Before I can think up a response, Nydo slows, and sets me back on my feet.

“Come to me now, my mate. Let me look upon your flesh.”

I don’t, though. I stare around in a mixture of shock and awe.

“Where are we?” I finally manage to ask.

A pillar of flame, a waterfall of it, pours from the open mouth of a weathered statue. Lava, I realize. It drips from the eyes too, and frankly, it’s horrific. The lava pools at the statue’s feet, hissing where it hits a pool of water, steam rising all around it.

A raised stone slab sits in the middle of the room, a thin blanket and several gilded pillows scattered on it.

“This is the heart of our temple,” Nydo says, his voice soft, his gaze not leaving my face, not even for an instant. “This is where we will consummate our mating.”

“We’ve consummated a dozen times already,” I laugh, a pleasant ache at the memory of all our consummations throbbing between my thighs.

He growls low, stepping towards me.

“We have fucked,” he says in a no-nonsense, yet sensual tone that steals my breath. “I have known the pleasures of your body. I have learned what makes you pant my name, what makes you tense around my cock.”

I take a shaky breath.

“But today, we will consummate our bond. I will spill inside you, and you will be granted the ashes of Roth through my seed.” He watches me carefully, and I feel like he’s waiting for me to say something, or ask something, but all it sounds like is that he wants to come inside me.

Which, fine.

“I’m on birth control,” I say breathlessly, tapping the little patch on my shoulder. “I thought you were just being polite when you pulled out because you respected my wishes, er, in regard to pregnancy.”

“I was waiting for this moment. This will mark you as mine. Our scents and fates will be forever tangled.”

I scrunch up my nose. Mark me down as confused and horny.

“And you’ll keep your promise to me,” I hedge.

“I will keep you safe and honor you always,” Nydo growls, his eyes flashing.

“And even if we,” I clear my throat, “consummate our, ahem, mating, you’re still going to—”

My question is cut off though, as his hands grip my hips, his tongue thrusting into my mouth with a searing kiss that destroys my train of thought completely.

Oh my god.

Nothing exists but Nydo’s body, his hands, his mouth on my skin. The flesh between my legs grows heavy and slick, and I moan when his fingers knead my ass. He drags a thick finger down my backside, rubbing my pussy through the flimsy fabric, making me gasp.

“Leigh…” he groans.

His hair floats on a non-existent wind, and he’s so goddamn beautiful it hurts.

“You are everything to me. Everything.”

I stare at him, at the sincerity in his voice, the adoration plain on his face. It staggers me. The irrepressible, stubborn villain seems… completely truthful. There’s nothing coy or calculating about it.

He drops to his knees, throwing his arms around my waist and dragging his cheek across my stomach.

“I never thought it possible.”

“What?” I ask, biting back a moan as he pulls the fabric of the dress up to my hip, sliding a finger through my wetness, circling around my clit until I gasp a wordless cry.

“That I would want someone as much as I want you.” His expression is fierce as he stares up at me. “That I would need you as much as I need air to breathe, that I would… fall in love with a human.”

I swallow hard, unsure of how to respond to that. Shocked to my core at his words.

There’s no feigning the sincerity of his words.

A cool breeze licks across my skin and I shiver, his hand still playing with me.

“I love you, Leigh. You are mine. Mine.” The last word comes out on a snarl, and I inhale sharply as he thrusts a finger inside me.

“Nydo,” I groan. “Yours.”

I’m hopelessly lost in his touch, in the ferocity of his need, his words.

Loves me. He said he loves me.

He’s stilled before me, and I open my eyes, panting.

“Say it again,” he demands.

“Yours,” I whisper, cupping his face in my hands. “Yours, Nydo. For better or worse,” I add, laughing a little.

“It will be for better,” he grits out, heaving me into his arms as he gracefully stands, walking me to the dais. "Only better and better with you, my Leigh, my little flame.”

Carefully, he tugs a pillow over, then lays me down on the stone. It’s colder than I expected, what with the fucking lava statue behind us, but it feels good in the heat of the room.

“I am going to make love to you now,” he says.

I arch an eyebrow, remembering how he teased me before, tied me up and wrung orgasms out of me.

I grab his cock through his pants, a lopsided smile on my face when he groans, going completely still. Rolling his pants down his muscular thighs, I dip my mouth to the crown of his cock.

Ragged breath rushes over my shoulders, and I smile to myself, satisfied at his reaction.

When I drag my tongue across his salty slit, he groans as if in pain, his hands going to my scalp.

“Fuck, yes,” he grits out. “I like that.”

“I thought you might,” I say, feeling sassy and powerful. He’s so big, there’s no way I’m going to be able to fit all of him in my mouth. I want him to feel good, though. I want to bring him to the brink, just like he did with me, until he’s desperate for release.

I’m going to enjoy this very, very much.

I wrap one hand around the base of his cock, working him with my fingers while I lick him with small, teasing strokes. Finally, I lock my lips around him and suck.

“My little flame,” he moans, his fingernails scraping across the back of my neck. I can tell he’s right on the edge, wanting to wrest control back, the way my Nydo always does, always tries to stay in control.

I suck him harder, refusing to give up this heady feeling of having him at my mercy.

“Feels so good,” he grits out.

Then I feel it—the edge of his power, the phantom warmth trickling over my hard nipples, through my slick pussy, and I moan around his cock, working him with a furious pace, his pre-cum sliding across my tongue.

“Enough,” he finally says, eyes flashing as he lifts me up and back. “I can scent your arousal, and I’ve waited long enough to claim your pretty cunt.”

I stare at him, high on lust, dizzy with need.

And then I laugh, scooting back on the stone dais, ripping off the stupid dress and spreading my legs wide.

“Then come get it,” I say, arching a brow in challenge.

He launches himself at me and I squeal, laughing, as he clamps down on one of my nipples, teasing my clit with expert strokes.

“Mine,” he says, never taking his eyes from me.

His cock pushes at my entrance, and I lift my hips up, wanting him. Wanting more. Wanting all of him, always.

“Yours,” I say, and he thrusts into me hard enough that I arch up, into his arms.

He tugs me onto his lap, my legs going around his waist.

“Ride me,” he says.

Like this, we’re face to face, locked eye to eye. There’s no getting away from his stare, from that red-orange glow that heats me from the inside out. His power lashes against my senses, hot and strong and working me into a frenzy as I flick my hips back and forth, doing as he asked.

“Love you so much,” he pants, and it feels like the truth.

“Nydo,” I exhale, so fucking close. “Yours.”

“Mine,” he says, his teeth grazing my neck.

He picks up the pace, rocking in and out of me, his hands pi

“Nydo,” I say again, my voice thready and high.