🔥The Alien King’s MATE part 23

LILIAN

After a few minutes of soaking in the pool of awkward lust, we call it quits. Vulcan gets out first, his abs drenched and his underwear clinging to his third-horn. His erect cock is impossible to miss.

As he climbs out of the pool, the trickling water falls through the floor grate. He dries himself with a black towel and extends a matching one to me. As I climb out, Vulcan looks away. I don’t know if it’s out of respect or self-preservation.

“Thank you,” I say as I dry off.

A few minutes later, we’re fully dressed and walking outside.

Vulcan clears his throat. I find it endearing that this great man is so easily flustered by me. I’m sure that few people get to see this side of him.

“I’ll see you tonight for our date,” he says.

Another date. My heart flutters at the thought. As wonderful as the palace is with its art and history, the town streets call for me. I want to explore more.

“I’ll be ready,” I say.

I enter my room, brushing a wet strand of hair behind my ear.

Vulcan stands there, staring at me. This man who has a thousand important things to do and people to meet, seems enthralled by my simple self.

His intense, unyielding gaze warms me from head to toe. My belly flutters—a new sensation that only Vulcan makes me feel.

His massive, bare, damp chest blocks the background. He is imposing as he stands there with his hands fisted. Electricity crackles between us, and I’m not sure of at what point the tension got this dangerous.

“See you,” he says and inclines his head. He takes a step backward and hesitates before taking another one and leaving.

I walk to the bed and collapse on it, setting a hand over my racing heart to calm it. I wonder what would happen if Vulcan kissed me. Would he feel my heartbeat on his lips?

I turn to look out the window. As I stare at the town, my mind is thinking of home. Of Harper and her ridiculousness. She would have laughed until she cried if I told her we didn’t spill grandma’s ashes after all.

If only she were here to tease me. I miss her so much.

I close my eyes and lose track of time as I think of her. When I stir awake to the sound of a knock, I realize I fell asleep. The sky is dark now, but there’s a stream of light coming from underneath the door. Warm and gold. But no matter how well-lit the hall is, behind that door is even more darkness. Vulcan.

“I’m coming,” I say as I rise from the bed and fix my ponytail.

I peer the door open, and there he is. Darkness. Devilishly handsome with a narrowed, intense gaze that hints at the sinful things he’s thinking of.

He wears black pants, boots, and a tunic with silver buckles and buttons. His gold horns are covered by bronze cones, and his blonde short hair is messy. The bronze cones look wrong on him. Those broad shoulders, thick biceps and thighs, and silent confidence make him walking, breathing gold.

“Here.” He extends my hood.

I accept it gingerly, wondering what he did with it while he had it. Once the hood is secured over my head, I take a step forward. Vulcan raises an eyebrow, as if daring me to come closer.

I don’t. I know a threat when I see one.

He turns and leads the way, and I stay a few feet behind. The tension rides me like a second hood. I feel heavy, restrained.

What is this? The mate-bond, or me?

“Where are we going today?” I ask, breaking the silence.

“To town. I wanted to show you another food cart. You must be hungry.”

“I was actually…”

“Yes?” He encourages.

“The city underneath this one. Will we ever go there?”

Vulcan sighs. “It’s dangerous down there.”

That’s what makes it so mysterious. One day, I want to explore it.

“Can we ride the elevator? We don’t have to descend all the way down, but I want to try it again.”

He chuckles. “I’m sure there are elevators on Earth and that you rode them.”

“Yes, but not magic ones.”

His laugh fills the bright halls. “You are more precious than gold.”

My cheeks heat. I know my request is childish, but I’m enthralled by the technology on this planet. The significance of gold and how it holds this world together even when it’s banned.

We take a different route as we exit the palace. We go down the private tunnel, a bodyguard following discreetly in the distance.

“Vulcan, what weapons does your bodyguard bring with him? I rarely see the guards with swords.”

“They’re allowed to use swords or summon gold to defend themselves or royals.”

“Incredible.”

“Don’t be fully seduced by its shine. Gold is a terrifying power,” he says. “It lives inside us in our blood, but can consume us.”

“What does that mean?”

“Pray you never find out.”

I purse my lips, disturbed by his words. As beautiful as this planet is, it has its ugly just like Earth. It’s only a matter of time before I see it. Vulcan already has, and it has hardened him.

“Here we,” he says as we approach the edge of the floating city. “Your beloved elevator,” he chuckles.

The elevator awaits us. There are glowing crystals on nearby poles that light the way. Their soft blue hue reflects off the gold floating slab. It’s beautiful.

Vulcan helps me into the elevator. It’s sturdy, unwavering under our weight. From here, I can see the lights of the city below.

The elevator begins to descend. I look everywhere, taking in the crystals under the floating city and the lights below. The bodyguard stays behind, looking at us as we descend.

We’re half-way down when everything stops.

“Did you do that?” I ask Vulcan. I know he doesn’t want to go all the way down.

He sighs. “No. The crystals just need charge. Sit down and don’t worry. It will only take half an hour or so.”

I sit down and wrap the hood around myself. “How could the crystals lose charge?”

“The platform loses energy if it carries a large party of people. I’m assuming that a group of guards recently descended to the city, and the crystals haven’t recharged.”

“They charge with the moon and sunlight?”

“Correct.” He sits beside me, daring to hang his legs over the edge.

“At least there’s a nice view,” I say, keeping my arms wrapped around myself.

“I always have a good view,” he says.

I scoff. “What, from looking at your reflection?”

“No, from looking at my mate.”

His reply quickly tames my sassy-nees. I duck my chin between my knees and listen to the wind. It howls. There is no insulation up here. The wind comes hard and fast, blowing my hood back and my hair wild.

I shudder.

“Are you cold?” Comes Vulcan’s calm voice. He’s in control of the situation, unconcerned like I am about the fact that we’re stuck mid-air in a magical contraption.

“Come here.”

I shudder again. This time, because of his words. I have a better chance at surviving falling off this thing than I do at surviving Vulcan.

But the wind is cold, my hood is thin, and the matebond offers unmatched warmth whenever our skin touches. I crawl closer to Vulcan and he pushes away from the edge, spreading his thighs and arms to accept me.

I sit on his lap and sigh when his arms come around me, warming me instantly.

Vulcan rubs my arms, heating me further. His hand slides down to my thigh. Although he strokes methodically, my body perceives his touch as sexual.

I’m quickly warmed with something else. The desire is back, burning like a flame between my thighs. Suddenly, the cool wind is no match to the inferno inside me.

Vulcan’s hand stops mid-thigh. “What’s wrong?” He growls. Based on his tone, I’m sure he already knows.

“Warm,” I gasp before clearing my throat. “I’m warm.”

“Where?” His hand climbs my thigh slowly. He's giving me the time to stop him. I should. I can.

I don’t.

His hand reaches the apex of my thighs, pressing gently into my sex. “Here?”

“Yes,” I whisper.

He presses deeper, and rubs me with his fingers. The moonlight is witness to my weakness as I slightly part my thighs for him.

Vulcan’s chest trembles as he growls. His strong, eager fingers rub me over my pants. The fire in me spreads, and now my pussy is on fire. Now the sound of the howling wind has been replaced by my moans.

He keeps a fast rhythm. Determined to make me soil my panties with my wetness. Beneath my ass, I feel his erection grow. So close to my aching pussy. Ready to make it ache with new reasons: by filling me until it’s spread wide.

“Vulcan,” I moan.

“Yes,” he growls.

I’m stuck between his chest and his greedy fingers. Between desire and reluctance. Between the city below and the one above.

Vulcan shows nothing but hunger as he fucks me. There’s nothing on his mind but the goal of dampening his fingers with my wetness.

The king wins.

I stiffen before everything crumbles. I arch my back and spread my lips to moan as my orgasm ripples through me. Vulcan’s mouth captures the sound, kissing me on the floating platform that holds us up while I free-fall into pleasure.

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