Citun’s Storm by C.L. Scholey

lips were on his it was to save his life. The last time he placed his mouth onto her he did it to save her life. Now, he ravaged her lips to save his sanity.

Chapter 6
    The power of his touch surged through Storm. She never realized how much heat would radiate through blue lips to scorch her. Full, moist lips captured every emotion swirling within her, making her heart pound, searing their way into her veins, searching for her heart. Storm had read about kisses like his in erotic novels, which she and her friends used to download, read and giggle over, and hope one day they would experience something so elusive. None of them ever dreamed they would end up in the arms of an alien. Especially, a powerhouse such as this.
    The command of his hands against her, crushing her breasts into his solid chest sent a tingle right down to where her heat was building. When his tongue delved the inside of her mouth, she blinked. His teeth, razor sharp could rip her to shreds; his arms could cripple her. He did neither. Instead his hands lowered to cup her ass to pull her higher. There was something sinfully compelling being in the arms of a warrior who could break her in half without breaking a nail, but chose to ravish her instead. She didn’t react for a moment, except to widen her eyes as his kiss became too demanding. His cock ground against her belly. Steel arms wound tighter around her, leaving her breathless. If she didn’t stop him soon, she never would.
    Storm pushed at his chest. Citun groaned and stepped back, releasing her. That was all it took, and she didn’t know whether to be pleased or pissed. His breathing was ragged. Growls expelled when she shoved him harder, deciding she was angry, at who she wasn’t certain. She could have tossed him back with a thought, but this was his ship, she was alone. Shoulders slumped, Storm went to sit on a piece of furniture resembling a massive couch. She gazed up at him from across the room and decided distance was what she needed.
    “I’m not holding out for a hero. I’m my own hero.” Her tone was forlorn instead of strong and confident, how she should have sounded.
    “I never said I wanted to be a hero.”
    “Are we still in danger of the Gorgano?” she asked.
    Citun went to sit near her. “Yes, but not until they regroup. We will be safest when we enter Castian territory. Then Zargonnii. That will take some time.”
    Storm was a little relieved, her heart was still fluttering, and she wondered what was wrong with her. She decided it had been a long time since she had been kissed, and she had never been kissed like that, not even during sex. If she thwarted Citun’s advances, she would be safe until they reached his home. He couldn’t afford to leave her on a foreign planet. She doubted he would force her into anything. Her reaction was confusing her the most. He saved her life; maybe the emotion was gratitude, a little hero worship after all, nothing more. Storm couldn’t get rid of the image of the Tonan smashing through the window. The fury and strength of that act was nothing short of phenomenal. Citun placed his hand on her knee.
    “The replicator will make you new clothes if you want. Human females call them shorts and a t-shirt. It’s programmed for those words. Also food. We have chocolate and caramel, but we’re fresh out of ponies and pictures of hot men.”
    His hand tightened on her knee for a second, and her heart thumped again. Citun got up and left. As soon as he was gone Ashala appeared. Storm wasn’t surprised. Ashala slumped down beside her. The women held hands.
    “Still running from Taft?”
    “I don’t know what it is with that alien beast. I pop into a room and he’s already there. I think he can smell me or something. I’m exhausted.”
    Storm flopped back to gaze at the ceiling. “Citun has decided he wants me.”
    Ashala flopped back; she turned her head to gaze at Storm. “Well, don’t we make a pair? I can’t decide on what or how I