Romance: Alien Romance: Chosen By The Alien Lord: BBW Alien Romance (Alien Abduction, Alien Invasion Romance, BBW) (Rusneon Mates Book 1) Read Online Free PDF Page B
Author: Ashley Hunter
front of her and whatever pressure her body had been under before intensified tenfold.
She could feel the heat permeate from his skin and dig into hers. She swore she could feel every individual strand of the clothes on her body, the very indentations of the living stone beneath her shaking feet. Even worse, her body was craving, craving so hard to be touched that she was nearly clenching every muscle in her body to keep from falling.
Tessa gasped, throat closing as though had been caught between the precipice of the most pleasurable experience in her life and shock.
“You,” he said.
“You will do just fine.”
Chapter 4
He was impressed, he might say.
Most females—regardless of species—ended up much like the human women writhing on the ground, overwhelmed with the pleasure of his influence. Instead, this one human female stood her ground and met his gaze, even if she was still experiencing his influence.
He had been wary of the idea of venturing so deep into the galaxy to pick out a mate. His advisors had insisted he needed to look for a mate within their confederation, and even suggested picking one from one of the rival planets.
Yet he had always disliked Alterian females—they were far too cold and calculating for his taste—and they were, arguably, the best options for mating in their quadrant. Now, he was pleased with the results of their latest conquests.
Not even Alterians could withstand his full presence, and while he had been concerned some of the human females would probably die within his influence—considering how fragile they had been described in the report—they had all survived and even managed to hold off longer than any other species he had ever met.
And then there was this one.
Eyes a deep shade of ocilion—ice blue, as the humans would call—and slightly dark skin. Her hair was unlike the hair from his people, reflecting light rather than give off aura, was not unbefitting. Yet what drove his pleasure further was noting the rest of her.
Her body was shapely, not as much as Alterians, but delightfully so. Her breasts were not the biggest he had seen but they looked delightful and her hips were wide. She looked like she could handle him… handle enough of him.
She would do. Perfectly.
“What is your name?”
He asked and he could hear how her breath hitched in her throat. So fragile. So pure. He could feel his hunger begin to mount.
“T…” She began, pausing only to gather her composure before swallowing. “Tessa.”
“Tessa,” he tested the name on his tongue. It was sharp, strange, yet not ugly. He liked it.
“Tessa…” he breathed the name out once more, elongating every syllable as he worked the name through his teeth. She shivered and he could feel every vibration of her skin. Delightful.
“I am Ceff,” he introduced.
“The Greatest, and leader of Rusneon.” Take them away.
What of her?
I have decided on her.
Tessa’s eyes went wider when she realized how some of the men they had seen before appeared through the door and went to gather the fallen women. Some of them still groaned and sighed as they were carried off. It was almost amusing.
“W-wait, where are you taking them?” Tessa asked, her voice small. Ceff smiled down at her.
“I have no further use of them.” He answered. Her lips parted and he could catch a glimpse of her teeth.
They were straight and pale, adorable.
“They will be taken care of.”
“What? No!” She shouted, and she was suddenly pleading. Her eyes were no longer dazed and blown wide but narrow and angry.
“You can’t!”
“I assure you,” Ceff explained.
“I can, and I will.”
Her expression morphed from angry to completely livid, and the change of emotion was so sudden that Ceff was left to stare at her in amazement.
Humans were passionate creatures, he had been informed. But this woman’s emotions were nearly as powerful as his and he couldn’t help but feel a twinge in his gut as
She could feel the heat permeate from his skin and dig into hers. She swore she could feel every individual strand of the clothes on her body, the very indentations of the living stone beneath her shaking feet. Even worse, her body was craving, craving so hard to be touched that she was nearly clenching every muscle in her body to keep from falling.
Tessa gasped, throat closing as though had been caught between the precipice of the most pleasurable experience in her life and shock.
“You,” he said.
“You will do just fine.”
Chapter 4
He was impressed, he might say.
Most females—regardless of species—ended up much like the human women writhing on the ground, overwhelmed with the pleasure of his influence. Instead, this one human female stood her ground and met his gaze, even if she was still experiencing his influence.
He had been wary of the idea of venturing so deep into the galaxy to pick out a mate. His advisors had insisted he needed to look for a mate within their confederation, and even suggested picking one from one of the rival planets.
Yet he had always disliked Alterian females—they were far too cold and calculating for his taste—and they were, arguably, the best options for mating in their quadrant. Now, he was pleased with the results of their latest conquests.
Not even Alterians could withstand his full presence, and while he had been concerned some of the human females would probably die within his influence—considering how fragile they had been described in the report—they had all survived and even managed to hold off longer than any other species he had ever met.
And then there was this one.
Eyes a deep shade of ocilion—ice blue, as the humans would call—and slightly dark skin. Her hair was unlike the hair from his people, reflecting light rather than give off aura, was not unbefitting. Yet what drove his pleasure further was noting the rest of her.
Her body was shapely, not as much as Alterians, but delightfully so. Her breasts were not the biggest he had seen but they looked delightful and her hips were wide. She looked like she could handle him… handle enough of him.
She would do. Perfectly.
“What is your name?”
He asked and he could hear how her breath hitched in her throat. So fragile. So pure. He could feel his hunger begin to mount.
“T…” She began, pausing only to gather her composure before swallowing. “Tessa.”
“Tessa,” he tested the name on his tongue. It was sharp, strange, yet not ugly. He liked it.
“Tessa…” he breathed the name out once more, elongating every syllable as he worked the name through his teeth. She shivered and he could feel every vibration of her skin. Delightful.
“I am Ceff,” he introduced.
“The Greatest, and leader of Rusneon.” Take them away.
What of her?
I have decided on her.
Tessa’s eyes went wider when she realized how some of the men they had seen before appeared through the door and went to gather the fallen women. Some of them still groaned and sighed as they were carried off. It was almost amusing.
“W-wait, where are you taking them?” Tessa asked, her voice small. Ceff smiled down at her.
“I have no further use of them.” He answered. Her lips parted and he could catch a glimpse of her teeth.
They were straight and pale, adorable.
“They will be taken care of.”
“What? No!” She shouted, and she was suddenly pleading. Her eyes were no longer dazed and blown wide but narrow and angry.
“You can’t!”
“I assure you,” Ceff explained.
“I can, and I will.”
Her expression morphed from angry to completely livid, and the change of emotion was so sudden that Ceff was left to stare at her in amazement.
Humans were passionate creatures, he had been informed. But this woman’s emotions were nearly as powerful as his and he couldn’t help but feel a twinge in his gut as
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