Free Alien Tryst by Cynthia Sax Page A

I want to hear. Eshe’s breathing
grew ragged. “We’ll join.” Her thighs shook and her inner walls constricted
around him, escalating the friction.
    “We’ll join,” he confirmed. “We’ll be one.”
    Hope intensified Eshe’s desire. Kane was a warrior and
warriors rarely made false promises. He meant what he said. They’d join and
she’d live. They’d have more time and he could grow to love her, to need her as
she loved and needed him. She writhed. “My One,” she pleaded, not knowing what
she desired, only that he could give it to her.
    “That’s it, love.” He circled her clit with his thumb,
winding her passion tighter and tighter. She smoldered. She burned, the heat
inside her unbearable. “Come for me.” He thrust hard and she screamed, her
souls bursting from her chest, her pussy clenching his fingers.
    Kane held her as she bucked, fighting to escape the flames
of her release, caged between the steering wheel and his unrelenting muscle.
Her souls streamed around them, seeking an entry point, yearning to join with
their One.
    Soon. Tears trickled down Eshe’s cheeks, cooling her
skin. Soon, my souls will be at peace. She clasped Kane’s pant-covered
thighs, securing herself to him, riding the wave of bliss.
    Gradually the tremors eased and finally stopped. Her souls
returned to her body. Eshe sagged against Kane, sated, weary, disappointment
edging her satisfaction. “Soon.”
    “Yes, soon.” He removed his hand. His skin glistened with
her juices. “After we join I plan to do this to your pussy.”
    Eshe turned her head and watched him as he extended his
tongue and licked his fingers. Kane’s lips curled upward, satisfaction
softening his harsh countenance. “You’re delicious, Eshe.”
    An engine rumbled in the distance. “The warrior is here.”
She scrambled into the passenger seat, fastened her pants and pulled the shirt
over her head, her heart beating quickly. “We shouldn’t have stopped.”
    Tires spun and dirt splattered the metal underbelly as their
vehicle shot forward, Kane driving the Hummer at its top speed. The sound of
the engine grew louder and Eshe frowned. “The vehicle isn’t behind us.”
    Kane leaned toward the windshield, his gaze fixed on the
horizon. “Would the warrior hunting us know where we were going?”
    “He’s hunting me,” Eshe corrected. “And warriors prefer to
chase targets, not trap them. It’s one of their games.” Kane’s lips twisted.
“Long lives spent doing similar tasks result in boredom,” she explained.
    “That’s my father’s truck.” He pointed at the vehicle in
front of them. Kane didn’t slow the Hummer, swerving to the side to avoid a
head-on collision. Eshe’s ass smacked the leather seat as the vehicle bounced
over bumps. A gray-haired man sat in the cab of the truck.
    “And that’s my father,” Kane noted, grinning.
    Tension eased from Eshe’s shoulders. She glanced at the
passenger-side mirror. The truck turned, doing a U-turn, and trailed them.
“He’s following us.” Kane’s father was an older version of him, having the same
square chin, the same cheekbones.
    “ Orogones age very slowly,” she shared. “We live for
a very long time, thousands of Earth years.”
    Kane’s lips flattened once more. “I’ll die before you do.”
He decreased the Hummer’s speed.
    “You won’t die before me if we join.” Eshe placed her palm
on his thigh and his muscles flexed under her fingertips. “You’ll be Orogone then with an Orogone ’ s lifespan and an Orogone ’ s ability to be transferred. You’ll also share my memories.”
    “I already share your memories.” Kane stopped their vehicle
in front of a large white country house.
    A plump red hen herded her fluffy yellow chicks to safety,
clucking her disapproval. A black-and-white dog raised his head, gazed at them,
and then resumed his nap. A woman stood on the front steps in front of a screen
door. She shielded her eyes from the sun with one hand.