Free Alien Redemption [Clans of Kalquor 06] by Tracy St. John

fantasies come true, it seemed. But if she gave Conyod all the control, would he go too far? She was undoubtedly more fragile than the females of his kind. And he was very, very strong.
    Somehow the risk was making her want his dominion even more. She was sure there was a puddle under her butt now. Niagara Falls has nothing on me , she thought.
    Barely able to breathe in her mingled anxiety and need, she slowly, carefully mouthed , I trust you. Be strong.
    A tremor ran through Conyod’s entire body. His pupils had swallowed almost the entirety of his irises and a pair of long, rattlesnake-like fangs appeared behind his blunter, human teeth.
    The thrill of terror that raced through Rachel was so strong she experienced a mini-orgasm. The jolt of pleasure forced a moan from her lips.
    Conyod answered the sound and musky wash of moisture from her core with a low growl.
    His gaze never leaving her face, his hand cupped her left thigh. His grip slowly slid up until he grasped the back of her knee. He bent her leg up. Opened his mouth wide and pressed those thin fangs to her upper thigh’s skin so that it dimpled. Rachel’s eyes felt like they would bug right out of her head as he applied pressure.
    Do it.
    The teeth punctured her flesh, sending bright pain to make her jerk instinctively. Conyod held her leg still, sinking those fangs deep into the muscle, penetrating her. Rachel barked a sob, but she didn’t attempt to pull away. Instead, she made herself accept the bit of torment.
    It was over in only a moment, something in his saliva an antidote to pain. She panted in reaction however, the exquisite instant of agony a bright counterpoint to the pleasure of having his mouth on her, so close to where it would feel best.
    A sweet wash of euphoria seeped through her body and mind. Kalquorian intoxicant, delivered through their hollow fangs, was potent stuff. A bite made the recipient relaxed and acquiescent. Inject enough, and the victim could be rendered unconscious. The Kalquorians used it on lovers and enemies alike.
    Rachel was floating when Conyod released the bite. He smiled, and her every cell warmed under his regard. “Now you’ll enjoy giving up control.”
    I was ready to give it to you anyway , she thought. But this was very, very nice. Her body hummed happily, though it ached for his more than ever.
    Conyod’s grin spread over his face, and she saw dark promise in his intent. She whimpered, her pelvis jerking upward in need.
    “Don’t worry, lovely little Ray-Ray,” he said. “I will take such good care of you.”
    His hand still gripped the back of her knee, and he lifted her leg over one of those great, broad shoulders. Then he grasped her other leg to settle it over the opposite shoulder. She was wide open now, and his face was right there, so close that she could feel his breath on her nether lips.
    “You smell of the seaside during a rainstorm,” Conyod told her. “It is a most delicious scent, my Ray-Ray. I am going to taste you, and you are going to let me.”
    Rachel jerked a nod. Oh yes. She’d definitely allow him to do that.
    His lips were parted as he descended down to her trembling flesh. He spread her open with calloused fingertips. She had a moment to wonder how a doctor had gotten such rough skin.
    Conyod’s eyes closed and his tongue peeked out just before the lower part of his face was lost to sight.
    The wet, scratchy flesh spread over her more tender sex. It slowly lapped up her parted nether lips, intent on catching every drop of her flowing juices. Rachel groaned from the tips of her toes, which waved in the air over Conyod’s head. The sound became a wavering cry as the wicked tongue moved up and up, nearing her clit. The Kalquorian’s mouth closed on that throbbing morsel, and he sucked hard. Sensation rocketed through her belly and shot up her spine. She arched against him.
    Conyod’s grip slammed her back down to the mat surface. He kept her pinned flat as he licked and sucked