Free Alien Tryst by Cynthia Sax

hands. Fine orange feathers covered
her skin. “Earth. I’m on Earth.” She folded her fingers into fists, willing her
outer shell to change. When…if she joined with Kane, these shifts wouldn’t
occur. She’d permanently resemble a human.
    “When my mother is concentrating on a medical case, she
forgets where she is also.” Kane squeezed her clenched fist, tightening the
connection between them. “The house could collapse and she wouldn’t notice.”
    He understands. Eshe gazed at him with wonder. “I
love you, Kane.” The words whooshed out of her mouth before she could stop
them. The Hummer swerved and rocks sprayed the metal underbelly, the sound
musical, light and happy. “I wanted you to know that,” she added.
    “Do you need to stop?” Kane glanced at her, not
acknowledging her confession.
    I shouldn’t have said anything. Eshe nibbled on her
bottom lip. He doesn’t care for me. “If we stop now, a warrior will find
us before we transfer your mother. My laser light show, as you call it, will
point him directly here.”
    “We’ll take that risk.” Kane slammed on the brakes and she
flew forward. He reached out, catching her before she smacked into the dash.
    “Come here.” He pulled her over the middle console and set
her solidly on his lap.
    “We have to do this quickly.” Eshe spread her legs eagerly,
needing his touch, wanting him. Kane reached under her shirt and curved his
rough hands around her sensitive breasts. A surge of desire shot through Eshe’s
body.
    “Yes.” She arched, pushing her ass into the ridge in his
pants.
    “Yes,” he repeated, nuzzling her neck with his lips.
    She needed more, more contact, more marvelous skin. Eshe
tugged the T-shirt over her head, tossed the garment into the passenger seat
and moaned with pleasure as she leaned back, her back pressing against his bare
chest. He was muscle and heat and hard male, her One, her only.
    “Beautiful.” Kane squeezed and released her curves, his
tight grip spiraling Eshe’s arousal skyward, the contrast of his tanned fingers
against her pale breasts exciting her. They were different—female and male, Orogone and mostly human, scientist and warrior—yet he completed her, made her whole.
    Eshe wiggled, grinding her ass into his groin, unable to
remain still, the sensations too intense, too right. She craved him as she
craved sweetness, air, life. “I love you.” She’d said the words once. Saying
them again wouldn’t change anything, wouldn’t change their future.
    She couldn’t, wouldn’t think about the future now. Eshe unfastened
her loose-fitting pants, her readiness wetting the fabric. She’d enjoy the
moment, perhaps the last encounter she’d have with Kane.
    He glided his coarse palm over her stomach, under her
waistband, curling his fingers over her mons. She shuddered, the pressure
exquisite.
    “You’re hot for me, love,” Kane murmured into her ear, his
lips vibrating against her skin.
    Does he love me? Eshe rocked into his palm, the heel
of his hand grazing her clit, sending waves of pleasure through her form. “I’m
hot only for you.” A band of emotion tightened around her chest, restricting
her breathing. “You’re my One.”
    “I am your One.” He pushed his fingers into her
wetness, the fullness sublime. “Only I can give you what you want, what you
need.” Kane pumped her and she panted, the need inside her building, building,
her souls pounding against her skin. “Only I can touch you like this.”
    He worked her hard and fast, drawing more moisture from her
core, her musk scenting the air. Eshe moved with him, lifting her hips into his
finger thrusts, her body heating, verging on the edge of combustion.
    “When we’ve completed our mission I’ll fill this sweet pussy
with my hard cock.” Kane’s dirty words thrilled her. “I’ll fuck you senseless,
Eshe.” He drove his fingers into her. Her juices splattered over his hand.
“Claim you as mine.”
    Stars. He knows what