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Alpha Alien: Abducted
About the Author
Other Books by Flora Dare
Legal Bits
Alpha Alien: Abduct ed
We floated in cosmic nothingness. Smooth arms embraced me. Flashes of light hid more than they exposed. I wrapped my legs around a thick waist as his hands slid under my ass. His skin was a golden yellow topaz. My nipples hardened to pebbles against his slick chest.
My hands kept slipping on the warm scales of his back. I writhed against him, trying to find purchase to thrust against him. He bit my neck, sending sharp swirls of desire through my body. Oddly smooth lips nibbled their way to my ear, where a snake-like tongue tickled me.
I moaned as his hands parted the globes of my ass and he finally rubbed his cock against me. I was so wet already, he could easily slip against my folds. My nails dug into his back as he gyrated against me. His cock teased at my entrance, before gliding toward my clit.
It felt like an eternity of him using his hard length to stroke me, teasing me until I was screaming for release. He rocked against my clit and it was all I could do hold myself against him.
I met his eyes. Blue. I felt myself falling into them. He was glaring at me but I didn’t care, I just wanted him. I’ve never wanted anyone so viscerally in my life. He rocked against me and I went up in flames as he took me, roughly.
We exploded into stars, and then I fell into darkness.
What felt like a thousand years later, I slowly cracked open my eyes. Sand. Golden sand. Golden, incredibly scratchy sand. I was lying in golden sand. Ugh. The inside of my mouth felt like a vile bag of hate. Vision quest, my ass. All I did was dream of stars. Stars and fucking Gila monsters. I felt like I had the worst case of the flu in the world. I could barely keep my eyes open and my bones ached. Damn shaman. Who knows what freaky drugs he gave me?
I couldn’t believe I’d had such an incredibly detailed sex dream. About screwing a crazy lizard while floating in a space nebula. A crazy lizard with a truly epic penis. I sighed to myself. At least I didn’t wake up mid-dream. That would have really, really sucked.
I glanced around, and then closed my eyes again as my head spun like a drunken carousel. I was still lying next to the fire I'd made last night. Build a fire, bright and tall. Then drink the tea. The flames will take you to the places you need to be. I muttered to myself, "Meli, you freaking idiot. It was a stupid rhyme and why on earth did you listen to a man that reeked of cheap bourbon. Cheap bourbon has never, ever led you to good things. Nothing but sorrow at the bottom of that bottle. Sorrow and vomiting. At least it wasn't an Alabama Slammer though. That is a far uglier path."
I stuck an arm out and felt around in the warming sand until I could get my hands on my water bottle. I rolled on my side and took a tentative sip. It was warm and tasted plasticky, but it felt like heaven to rinse out my mouth.
That tea tasted pretty bad the night before, but this morning? It was a million times worse, like all my rejected childhood veggies plotted a cruel revenge on my tongue.
I finally found the strength to sit up and glanced up at the harsh blue sky. Not a cloud in sight. It was going to be a hell of scorcher today. Barely past dawn and the heat was already wafting off the sand around me.
All I freaking wanted was to find my stupid purpose in life. Why on earth did I think that a weekend hallucinating in the desert would give me different results than anything else I've ever done? Magic 8-Ball says, "Results hazy. Please try again later." Was it so much to ask to have any sense of what I wanted to do with myself? I was tired of drifting around, lost and bored.
I grimaced at the thought of walking into my mother's kitchen to report on my latest hair-brained idea. Mom would pat me on the shoulder, put on her mom voice and say, "Oh Meli, you
Alpha Alien: Abducted
About the Author
Other Books by Flora Dare
Legal Bits
Alpha Alien: Abduct ed
We floated in cosmic nothingness. Smooth arms embraced me. Flashes of light hid more than they exposed. I wrapped my legs around a thick waist as his hands slid under my ass. His skin was a golden yellow topaz. My nipples hardened to pebbles against his slick chest.
My hands kept slipping on the warm scales of his back. I writhed against him, trying to find purchase to thrust against him. He bit my neck, sending sharp swirls of desire through my body. Oddly smooth lips nibbled their way to my ear, where a snake-like tongue tickled me.
I moaned as his hands parted the globes of my ass and he finally rubbed his cock against me. I was so wet already, he could easily slip against my folds. My nails dug into his back as he gyrated against me. His cock teased at my entrance, before gliding toward my clit.
It felt like an eternity of him using his hard length to stroke me, teasing me until I was screaming for release. He rocked against my clit and it was all I could do hold myself against him.
I met his eyes. Blue. I felt myself falling into them. He was glaring at me but I didn’t care, I just wanted him. I’ve never wanted anyone so viscerally in my life. He rocked against me and I went up in flames as he took me, roughly.
We exploded into stars, and then I fell into darkness.
What felt like a thousand years later, I slowly cracked open my eyes. Sand. Golden sand. Golden, incredibly scratchy sand. I was lying in golden sand. Ugh. The inside of my mouth felt like a vile bag of hate. Vision quest, my ass. All I did was dream of stars. Stars and fucking Gila monsters. I felt like I had the worst case of the flu in the world. I could barely keep my eyes open and my bones ached. Damn shaman. Who knows what freaky drugs he gave me?
I couldn’t believe I’d had such an incredibly detailed sex dream. About screwing a crazy lizard while floating in a space nebula. A crazy lizard with a truly epic penis. I sighed to myself. At least I didn’t wake up mid-dream. That would have really, really sucked.
I glanced around, and then closed my eyes again as my head spun like a drunken carousel. I was still lying next to the fire I'd made last night. Build a fire, bright and tall. Then drink the tea. The flames will take you to the places you need to be. I muttered to myself, "Meli, you freaking idiot. It was a stupid rhyme and why on earth did you listen to a man that reeked of cheap bourbon. Cheap bourbon has never, ever led you to good things. Nothing but sorrow at the bottom of that bottle. Sorrow and vomiting. At least it wasn't an Alabama Slammer though. That is a far uglier path."
I stuck an arm out and felt around in the warming sand until I could get my hands on my water bottle. I rolled on my side and took a tentative sip. It was warm and tasted plasticky, but it felt like heaven to rinse out my mouth.
That tea tasted pretty bad the night before, but this morning? It was a million times worse, like all my rejected childhood veggies plotted a cruel revenge on my tongue.
I finally found the strength to sit up and glanced up at the harsh blue sky. Not a cloud in sight. It was going to be a hell of scorcher today. Barely past dawn and the heat was already wafting off the sand around me.
All I freaking wanted was to find my stupid purpose in life. Why on earth did I think that a weekend hallucinating in the desert would give me different results than anything else I've ever done? Magic 8-Ball says, "Results hazy. Please try again later." Was it so much to ask to have any sense of what I wanted to do with myself? I was tired of drifting around, lost and bored.
I grimaced at the thought of walking into my mother's kitchen to report on my latest hair-brained idea. Mom would pat me on the shoulder, put on her mom voice and say, "Oh Meli, you
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