A Spicy Midweek Surprise
Greetings from the Multiverse!
I’m neck deep in alien romance right now and I’m reaching out today to share a spicy midweek treat for you: Bekah and Zandro finally got it on and it was SMOKING hot. You’ll find their first smutty scene at the end of the newsletter…but first, I’ve got a couple features to share.
I’m also thrilled to tell you all that the Cosmic Bonds bundle has a nice upgrade, complementary bonus scenes, and is live in Kindle Unlimited! Want to catch up on the happenings between the Lyra and humanity before Alien Rogue goes live? Now’s your chance!
A Smoking Hot Snippet from Alien Rogue
He presses a kiss to my inner thigh, lathing his tongue up toward my core before he draws away. I lift my head up to look at him, my hair in a tangled mess and falling out of its braid. And Zandro is staring at me with dark magenta eyes, his tail curling over his shoulder until it winds around my ankle.
“You don’t have to,” I blurt out.
“Have to?” he chuckles, low in his throat, and it makes me melt. “Bekah, I have been dreaming of this since before we met. Of tasting this perfect piece of you, of burying my tongue in your cunt.”
Even with the translator between us, I can hear the raw carnality in his voice, which comes out as more of a growl. If he were human, I might stop him here, tell him I’m too grossed out, that I have to shower and brush my hair and put on makeup before we do this, but it’s different with him.
He wants every part of me. Even the dirty and ugly and angry parts.
“Show me what you’ve been dreaming of,” I murmur.
Zandro doesn’t hesitate. His tail hitches my leg up and he places a big hand on my opposite thigh, closing his eyes and dragging his tongue up my center. I let out a cry at the feel of it—the segmented sides of his tongue pressing in around my clit, that ring dragging and just barely catching at the most swollen part. He keeps me still with his tail and his hands, and then he tilts his head to press one fork of his tongue just barely into my pussy as the other plays with my clit.
Oh my fucking God.
I try to buck and writhe against him as he starts to lap at me, then as he pushes both segments of his tongue inside, the ring sliding against somewhere inside in a way I’ve never felt before. I can’t say I’m a believer in the G-spot—as hard as I’ve tried to find it—but I think this might be it when that ring starts a wonderful friction just inside, at the top. Zandro pulls his tongue out and against my clit every so often, and I throw my head back and give into the sensation, my hips twitching in his grasp, my body jerking.
I come against his mouth as he latches onto me, sucking hard on my clit, his tongue and the metal ring jerking. And I don’t think he’s been with a human before—he barely knew anything about me—but it’s like he’s already found his way around my body, like he’s an expert. Or maybe like he picked up a map somewhere. Regardless, I can’t stop the second wave of pleasure that takes me over, dragging me into the depths of a second orgasm right on the tail of the first.
My body goes limp on the rocks, but I’m not sated. Not even close. And Zandro clearly isn’t either, still sucking at me even though I’m so, so over-sensitive. I reach for his head and pull him back by the topknot, and he looks up at me with the most deliciously wicked smile that I can’t quite figure out how I ever hated him.