Alien Knight Blind Date Disaster

this moment her body was his. Her will, his. Her pleasure, his. He’d fought hundreds, perhaps thousands of battles, and he’d never felt so powerful. So wicked. Isabella brought out a side of his soul he’d never known existed. And the dominant, commanding predator enjoyed teasing her. Hearing her gasp. Moan. Feeling her move against his hand in a desperate attempt to find release he had not yet chosen to give her.
“Do you want to come?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Say my name.”
“Falden,” she gasped.
Her reward was a deep thrust with his fingers and pressure on her clit. Just for a moment. She groaned, her lips pressed to his.
“Falden.”
Again he rewarded her with one thrust of his fingers. Soon enough she would learn what he wanted; to hear his name in an incoherent chant from the desperate lips of a woman who didn’t just want him—who needed him to touch her. To claim her. To make her his.
Isabella couldn’t hold back. Her orgasm caused the inner walls of her pussy to ripple and clamp down on his fingers like a vise, imagining it was his cock inside her, milking him of his seed as he marked her with his possession and his scent, as he gave her everything he had to give of himself.
She cried out, the sound not quite a scream as she bucked, then arched, finally settling into his lap in a series of gasps and shudders as the aftershocks rocked the spasming muscles of her core.
“Oh my God.”
“That is not my name.”
Her soft laughter was breathy, barely there, but the slumberous, satisfied haze in her eyes when she looked up at him was worth every ounce of pain the wound in his back was causing him. He’d suffer a thousand agonies to see that look again. Die happy.
“Your turn, Falden.” Curling into herself, she wrapped her arms around him, tried to use his shoulders as leverage to move.
A small grunt of pain escaped him when her hand roamed a little too low on his injured back. He cursed himself the fool for making any sound, as he was very interested in what she had planned, his balls already drawing up tight against his body in anticipation.
“Falden?” The soft, satisfied look in her eyes was gone in an instant, replaced by the sharp-witted reporter he’d first met in the bar. He wanted his lover back, not the investigator.
“Oh crap, you're hurt. Why didn’t you tell me?” Pulling her hand out from behind him, she held her palm before her face and let out a string of words he’d only recently learned upon coming to Earth.
His lips twitched with amusement at her colorful use of them. He closed his eyes in defeat, his sigh long and drawn out. He’d never get her back on track now, and his very hard cock was going to pay the price. “I have had worse. I will heal as soon as I get the proper”—he hesitated in his word choice— “medication.”
Crawling back into her seat, she shoved at him to lean forward so she could inspect his back. “Let me see it.”
Obedient, mostly because he suddenly didn’t have the strength to argue, he allowed her to pull him forward so that she could look her fill.
“Oh shit. He shot you. You’ve been shot.”
“I know.”
“You know? You know!” Frantic now, she scrambled to find a first-aid kit, checking the glove compartment, under the seat, everywhere. “There’s nothing in here to stop the bleeding. Shit. Why don’t you have anything in this car?”
“I just bought it.”
That stopped her cold. How could she have forgotten? He was an alien. He had lied to her from the first moment they met. And he had a car he didn’t know how to drive. And she’d just spent the last few minutes sprawled across his lap with her legs open wide, begging him to do anything and everything he wanted. Most of which he hadn’t done. Like strip her naked and fill her up with that nice, hard cock. Pound into her until she screamed. Until she couldn’t breathe. Until the world exploded over and over and she forgot her own name. She’d been so close.
But he was bleeding to death. That was obvious to her now. “I have to get you back to base.” Putting the car into gear, she was about to hit the gas when his hand settled over hers on top of the gearshift.
“No. Not the base,” he ordered. “Not unless you tell me why you were in that bar.”
“Sorry. But I can drop you off at the gate or something.” At least he’d get medical treatment then. Since he wasn’t talking anyway, and he was definitely a distraction, maybe she would be better off without him.
And then she could reach out to her contact and try to fix things, ask for another meeting. Maybe, if she called now, tonight, they would believe her when she said she didn’t know what had happened or why Falden and his men had been there. Which, technically, she still didn’t know, so it wouldn’t be a lie. Right?
“No. I will not leave you unprotected, and you will not be allowed on base. Not unless you are willing to tell me the truth.”
Well then. Fine. She was not going to let him use bleeding to death to manipulate her.
“I’ll take you to a hospital then,” she offered, real fear creeping into her voice. He didn’t seem to know how close to bleeding out he was. There was blood everywhere, and moving him had only made it worse.
“No. I need rest. That’s all. Take me somewhere I can sleep. Somewhere no one will look for me.”
“Fine. I’ll take you to my apartment.” There was nothing there anyway, nothing that would give her away.
“They will have someone watching it by now. I told you this.”
She shivered. That was creepy. And he was probably right. She’d dealt with these types before. Too often, as a matter of fact. Which meant there was only one place