The Arrogant Genius Read online K. Webster (The Lost Planet #8)

Categories Genre: Alien, Romance Tags Authors: Series: The Lost Planet Series by K. Webster
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Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 38877 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 194(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
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At the first hitch of my hips over his engorged flesh, his hands come to rest on my ass, lightly at first, then with more pressure. Even in sleep he reaches for me. Wants me.

I arch my back, letting my hair tumble free over my shoulders. The heavy weights of my breasts ache for the punishing touch of my mate, my Avrell, as I begin to move. Pleasure spears up from the source of delicious friction, the promise of his cock being inside me once more, the tease of giving myself only a taste of what I want. At my responding moan, Avrell’s head thrashes from side to side, as though straining up from his deep slumber to reach me.

I lose myself in touching and teasing my fill. My lips and tongue taste his mouth, memorize its shape and flavor. When I go to move away to find another place to kiss, one of his hands captures the back of my head and holds me close. It’s only a suggestion of his strength, but it’s enough to keep me in place, enough to open my mouth to him as his tongue thrusts against mine.

Without words, his other hand moves to his cock and he angles it inside in one quick movement, like we’ve been lovers for eons instead of only one night. My moan is sharp and keening against his kiss, which gives him a jolt, and I open my eyes to find his watching me, finally fully awake.

He gives me another kiss before saying, “I prefer waking up like this, stormy one. You can be my alarm any time.” He taps my ass. “Roll over. Let me have you.”

“Not a chance, doctor. We both know you’ve used up most of your energy the first two times. You need to be well rested when we’re done. It’s time to let someone else take charge for a change.”

For a moment he doesn’t argue. The muscles in his neck tense as I angle my hips to take his cock in as deep as possible, finding a spot inside me that has stars exploding behind my eyelids. He tugs me forward, making me squeal a little, and takes a beaded nipple into his mouth, teasing it with his wicked forked tongue. I imagine what it would feel like to have that tongue on my clit again and feel myself clench around him.

He hisses as though in pain. “You think you’re in charge of me?” he asks.

I take his hands and pin them above his head. He could break free of my grip if he wanted, but he lets me hold them there, leaving him vulnerable, splayed before me. Mine. “I am for now. I can do anything I want to you.”

Lifting my weight up on my knees, I move until he’s almost falling out of me, then drop back down. He grits his teeth instead of answering, which is an answer in itself. I repeat this, clenching around him when he’s deep inside, then releasing until only the tip of him remains, until he makes growling, desperate noises in the back of his throat.

I didn’t plan on focusing on my pleasure. This was all about him, for him, but the sound of his arousal echoes in my brain. It’s all I can think about. The desperate, gruff moans Avrell is making are because of me.

I shudder against him, the orgasm swelling inside me like a typhoon. His movements become jerky and uncoordinated and his fingers bite into my hips. “Take your pleasure, stormy one. Take it with me.”

His raspy words are all I need. My pussy clenches around him with an intensity akin to violence, making him shout his own release moments later. I must have lingering toxica in my system, because I’m paralyzed on his chest within seconds.

“If I had any energy, I’d take you like this again, my mate, while you’re still immobilized by the toxica. It’d be slow and torturous—for both of us.” His hands rub my back, soothing us both. “For now, I’m going to hold you until you’re back to yourself again. I don’t know which I like better…you unable to argue back at me, or your filthy tongue.”

I don’t know how long it takes me to work the rest of the numbing agent out of my system. All I know is I’m sad when I can lift myself up to sitting again. The truth is, we don’t know when we’ll be able to do this again. For all we know, it could be the last time.

“Don’t look so sad, sweet mate,” Avrell says as he helps me to my feet and to the decontamination shower.

“I’m not sad,” I protest.

He smiles at my words. “There’s my argumentative one. I will finish the cure and we will find a way back to the Facility. Our mortling will grow up with their whole family. This I promise you.”


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