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Part 1: Brightest Sky, an alien novella

*** This is sexy excerpt from my novella, Brightest Sky, featuring a mind-invading alien who has taken the body of a human after he was shot and killed, and a club dancer who is hiding from a violent past. ***

Ch. 10

*Joe

His instincts to claim Sky as his own flooded his human body, mixing with the emotional drive stemming from his new heart. She was the one, the only one he could ever love and desire.

All that was left, was to make her understand. In his true form, he had never had a female—a male could claim only one female in the course of his whole life, but this body knew what to do.

"Joe, what the hell is wrong wi—"

He took her mouth with his. Arms around her tiny waste, he lifted her enough that she was on her toes, clinging to him. She was sweetness itself. Soft and wet, which led his mind to want to explore other parts of her exquisite body.

She put a hand on his chest to push him away, but almost instantly changed, and fisted his shirt. The cloth twisted in her fingers and a whimpering sigh escaped her throat. She opened her mouth for him. She softened against him, but at the same time began to sway and writhe gently. Her hips ground into his hardened cock, whipping up the heat in the base of his stomach.

It was time. She accepted him.

He stepped backwards, carrying her to the table. With a swipe of his hand, he cleared the bottles and make-up from the surface and set her ass on it, instead. He moved between her legs and she parted them wider. He ached. It was a painful torture to not be inside her already.

And he had waited his entire life, with only a sliver of hope that one day he would find a female for him. Never had he imagined one as beautiful, soft, and small as this one would choose him as well.

Except she was human. Would this make her his? She was trembling against him, hands winding into his hair. Her gasps for breath drove the doubt from his mind. He pulled at the bottom of her shirt to remove it.

Her hand grabbed his. "Joe, wait, we can't."

It was an order, he could only obey. His heart—his human heart—seemed to stop beating for a moment. He sucked in air, starting it again, but otherwise froze, his hand on the smooth, warm skin of her back.

"If that is your decision," he said. His voice gave away none of the pain he felt. Years of training wouldn't let him show emotion.

"Joe, it's not like that," she said.

He glanced up sharply to study her face. He begged his human parts of his mind to interpret what he saw. Her eyes glistened strangely, and her lower lip trembled. Memories assailed him of the other woman crying, but this wasn't the same. "Then tell me what it's like."

"There are things you don't know about me. I've lived through things..." her voice broke off.

"Name the persons who hurt you, and I will take revenge for you," he said. It was a promise he would never break, he swore it to himself.

"I can't talk about it now. Maybe not ever. You just have to understand, that I don't get to enjoy things that other people can enjoy. I can't let myself be with you, or with anyone. I can't—"

"Sky," he whispered, wrapping his arms around her to nestle her head under his chin. "You are my only, my one. I will never take another, just as I have never had one before you."

"That's sweet of you to say, but you can't possibly mean it. You'll find someone else. With your looks, you'll be a hit with the ladies. But not me."