Vikings from Mars Read Online Jamie Begley

Categories Genre: Alien, Alpha Male, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 76864 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
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A startled whimper escaped her. She was about to die. None of the defensive maneuvers Tayla had taught them kicked in to push him away. She wasn’t ready to die, but God, there were worse ways to go other than being beneath this man’s mouth.

Expecting to feel a harsh bite of pain, Raine stood stiffly until she felt the tip of his tongue licking over the curve of her breast. Was he tasting her to see if she tasted good?

Nuzzling the sheet lower, Skars covered the exposed nipple of one breast with his mouth.

Finally, it dawned on her. He was making out with her. Having never experienced this type of male attention before, it took a while for her to relax in his hold.

It wasn’t bad. In fact, it was pretty good. Not only was she experiencing tingles in her breasts, but she felt a tightening in her groin, making her wiggle against him.

Embarrassed when she felt the hardness against her belly, she forced her hips to stay still. Then Raine nearly jumped out of his arms when a large hand landed on her bottom to bring her hips back to his.

Managing to slide her arms from between them, she cautiously raised them over his shoulders, expecting him to pull out of her embrace at any second. When his arms closed tighter around her, she gave a sigh. This was the closest she had ever been to a man.

As he switched his mouth to the other breast with another growl, brain fog began swirling, making it impossible to focus on anything other than the gentle way he was licking and caressing her nipples.

Piper, Tayla, Lucas, and the others in the vault, all her worries disappeared into the fog. A new world was opening to her, one in which there was unbelievable heat and desire that she had only read about in books.

When she arched closer to Skars, he clenched his hand on her bottom, the action parting the sheet and leaving the front of her body completely naked. Raising his head, he released his grip, letting the sheet fall to the plush carpet. Without a word, Skars went to his knees to nudge her thighs apart.

“You are a gift from the gods.”

Being called a gift from the gods had the fog completely engulfing her. Lost in the sensations he was arousing, she never wanted to be found. Having a man like Skars on his knees happened to other women. Never, ever to her.

Two thick fingers went to her groin to swirl then rub in a motion that had her grabbing his shoulders to prevent herself from falling to the floor.

Raine bit down on her lip, not wanting to distract him, terrified he would look up at her and change his mind about what he was doing.

His red eyes did look up as he withdrew his fingers to bring them to his mouth.

“Do you know what you taste like?”

“N-no,” she stuttered out.

“You taste like a fruit I had once on Xeturn.” Skars sidled closer to her on his knees. “I traded a whole case of our finest mead for a small amount of them. I savored each”—Skars’ mouth went to her crotch, sliding his tongue forward to take the place of his finger—“and every one until they were gone,” he muttered between her thighs.

Her thigh muscles started trembling when his tongue entered her to search her depths. His mouth plastered itself to her as if he was determined to devour her until there was nothing left.

As if the breath she just sucked in would be her last, no book she had read could describe the feelings she was experiencing. She urgently lowered herself onto his mouth, wanting the tongue exploring her to reach higher, to fill the ache that was turning the fog in her head into a vortex of liquid fire, the same shade of the eyes that were watching every expression she made.

The heated warmth of his tongue arose the sensation of lava licking at her until her slight tremors exploded until her legs were unable to support her any longer and she started to fall.

In one fluid move, Skars caught her as he rose to his feet. Easily carrying her to the bed, he laid her down.

Raine felt as if her eyelids weighed a thousand pounds, so she didn’t want to lift them. Preferring to give in to the sleep rather than to raise them to find that what she had just experienced was nothing but a dream, or worse, that he was staring at her with regret that he had touched her at all.

Had her refusal to try on the clothes made him do that out of pity? She knew if they had sex, it would be a pity fuck. Was there a term for performing oral sex out of pity?


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