Page 52 of Caveman Alien's Heat
“My hunter is back,” I breathe against his mouth.
“They tried nothing bad,” he says, and his voice is lower now, stripped of the control he kept outside. “And if they had, I would have returned alone.”
I slide my hands up into his hair, holding him there as I kiss him again, slower this time but just as intense. “I didn’t like you leaving,” I admit, because there’s no point pretending otherwise now.
“I didn’t like leaving you,” he answers. “But it was necessary.”
“I know,” I say, even though knowing it doesn’t make it easier.
His hands move down my back, pulling me fully against him, and the contact sends another wave of heat through me, stronger now that there’s nothing holding it back. I can feel the strength in him, the solid certainty of his body against mine, and it makes everything inside me tighten in a way that has nothing to do with fear.
“They keep looking at you,” he says, and there’s an edge to his voice now.
“They were,” I agree. “I noticed. But I’m new. The Borok also stared.”
His grip shifts, not painful, but more possessive, more deliberate, and I feel it everywhere he touches me. “It’s the way it must be on Xren. Any tribe would be like that. This one is no worse.”
“I know,” I tell him, pulling back just enough to look at his face. “But they respect you now.”
“It may not be enough.”
“Maybe not,” I agree. “But it’s something, and right now I’ll take something.”
For a moment, we just look at each other, and everything that isn’t said presses in around us, heavy and impossible to ignore. I don’t want to think about it, not right now, not when he’s here and we’re both still breathing.
So I don’t. I lean in and kiss him again, first soft, then deeper, letting everything else fall away as I move closer to him without hesitation. “I don’t want to waste time,” I murmur, and I mean it more than anything I’ve said all day.
Something shifts in his expression when I say that, not surprise but recognition, like he’s been thinking the same thing. “And we won’t.”
The furs between us become a problem almost immediately, heavy and in the way, and I let out a quiet, breathless laugh as I start tugging at them. “These have got to go,” I say, already pulling at the layers.
He makes a low sound of agreement and helps me, his hands quick and sure as he frees me from the weight of the furs before shedding his own. The air in the cave is cool against my skin, butit barely registers compared to the heat building between us. My dinosaur skin dress goes, too.
When he pulls me back against him, there’s nothing left in the way, and the contact feels even more intense after a day of distance and restraint. I press closer without thinking, my forehead resting briefly against his chest as I try to steady my breathing.
“This is so much better,” I say softly.
“Better than hunting,” he agrees, voice hoarse. “Better than eating. Better than everything else.”
There’s no frantic rush now, but there is urgency in a different way, in the way every touch feels deliberate, like we both understand exactly how much this moment is worth. His hands move over my back and my sides, learning me in a way that makes my breath catch. I do the same to him, tracing the lines of his body, the stripes, the scars, the muscles, committing them to memory.
Every kiss deepens, slows, then builds again, and the outside world disappears completely until there’s nothing left but the warmth of the cave and the quiet sound of our breathing growing heavier together.
When I pull him down with me onto the furs, the cold stays outside where it belongs, and for once I’m not thinking about the tribe or the danger or what comes next. I’m here, he’s here, and right now that’s enough.
He settles between my thighs, heavy and warm, his massive body caging me in the best way. The simple dinosaur-skin dress slips off my shoulders with one gentle tug from his calloused hands, baring me completely to the firelight. His glowing eyesdrink in every inch of my skin like I’m the most precious thing he’s ever seen.
“You’re safe,” he murmurs against my collarbone, lips brushing softly before his fangs graze lower. “You’re mine to come home to.”
I arch into him with a soft moan, fingers threading through his hair as I pull him closer. “And you came back to me. Strong. Whole.”
His mouth finds my breast, sucking the peaked nipple deep while his large hand palms the other. The dual sensation draws a needy whimper from me. Below, both cocks are already hard and eager. The thick, ridged primary one rests heavy against my belly, warm and hard, while the smaller, softer one nudges between my folds, just nudging my clit in a way that make my hips roll.
I reach down and wrap my fingers around his hard cock, stroking the veined length, feeling every alien feature pulse under my touch. “I need you inside me,” I whisper. “Fill me. Remind me you’re really here.”
He growls low, a sound of pure masculine pleasure, and shifts his hips. The broad, bulbous head presses against my entrance, stretching me open as he sinks in with one long, careful thrust. I gasp sharply at the stretch. He’s still so big, still forcing my walls to yield and flutter around each thick ridge. He pauses when he’s buried to the hilt, letting me adjust, letting my body clutch and ripple around him.
“So good,” he rasps, voice rough with restraint. “The woman from the stars.”
