Free Demonic Attraction by Kim Knox Page B

male skin and something else, almost the scent of fire—no, not fire, the dry, gritty scent of coal.
    The odd odor was new…and then a sound joined it.
    Usually it was the incessant drone of her communications console dragging her half awake to the screen where her supervisor would frown at her and give a five-minute lecture on Academy standards. But this time it was a different sound, soft, pleasant, almost a tongue licking, a mouth, mouths suckling…
    Her breath hitched. She still lay sprawled on her stomach, the mattress pressing warm against her skin…but lips, teeth, tongues started to suck, teased her breasts, drew them into hot mouths.
    Anya let her head fall deep into the pillow, her hands threading through her tangled hair. She’d gone completely and utterly insane. That had to be the explanation for the teeth grazing her nipples and—she muffled a groan into the pillow—the hands stealing over her ribs, waist, hips. Aliens, invisible aliens, didn’t exist. Not ones who happily sucked and fucked a lonely woman on a science platform.
    Fresh need ran though her and she wanted more than the eager mouths on her breasts… She groaned as a tongue licked up her spine. Air shifted over her bare skin and the mattress dipped either side of her shoulders. A heavy cock pressed against her ass, the weight of warm, bare hips lying against her. It slid over her wetness, guided by a hand as knuckles skimmed her flesh.
    Anya couldn’t help herself, she lifted her hips and found sharp fingers holding her down. Her belly tightened and the ache in her pussy had her breath short. The blunt head of a warm, dry cock pushed at her flesh in a slow, unhurried tease. Centimeter by centimeter, its surprisingly rough skin fired a delicious friction deep into her pussy.
    It pushed, pushed until a groan that wasn’t hers, a deep, masculine one of satisfaction echoed over the metal walls of her bedroom. Anya crushed her eyes shut and her fingers fisted in her hair. Sensation bombarded her. Mouths, hands, sucking her, gripping her…and then the cock buried in her pulled back.
    Anya bit the inside of her cheek to hold back the strangled groan that needed to escape her. What were these creatures? Why her? And why now? She had to think, but he pushed forward and all thought scattered. Fingers dug into her flesh, pinning her to the bed, eager for her to remain utterly still as the pace increased, each hard thrust a counterpoint to the teeth tugging at her aching nipples. Pleasure-pain surged in her flesh and she wanted nothing more than, whoever this was, to fuck her hard and fast and make her scream into her twisted pillow.
    Grunts came with each thrust now, low, deep, male, the slap of flesh against flesh filling the room. Tension fired through her body and the close burn of orgasm threatened to tear though her. More hands held her, stroking over her damp skin, teasing her spine, her thighs. Impossibly, one slid down over her belly to tease her mons before two fingers sank hard against her clitoris.
    Anya cried out, her voice lost in the softness of her pillow as her release burst over in a rippling fury of heat and searing light. Still he fucked her, faster, more erratic until somewhere in the haze the hips pushed hard, driving his cock deep. He shuddered and Anya felt his release.
    Her body sagged and the mouths eased away with final tender kisses. The hands softened their harsh grip and a hot, lithe torso pressed against her back. A mouth brushed her ear and she shivered.
    “Thank you, Anya.” The lips curved into a smile and a pointed tongue traced the shell of her ear. “And don’t worry, more of us will return to enjoy you.”
    “More?” She couldn’t help the strangled question, and with it all trace of her… lovers faded away. Anya groaned and rolled onto her back. In the silvered light of the moon, her pale skin had darkened, reddened under their touch.
    A tentative finger circled around her swollen, tender nipple and for a