Alien Knight Blind Date Disaster

panties hanging from one ankle where she had not taken the time to kick them free.
“I want you.”
How long had it been since he’d heard those words, just those words? He was someone to everyone on this base. A Lumerian Elder, older and more powerful than the others. A commander. A protector. A leader. A Knight. A warrior. Not an individual. He was something more and something less. He was a soldier and a servant. Never just a man.
“Falden. God. Please!”
But not to her.
The wet heat of her core pressed to the tip of his cock, and she threw her head back, her long neck exposed as he shifted to settle her onto his hard length.
She may not have known what she was doing when she lit his markings, but to him, right now, in this moment, it was real. “Mine,” he ground out. “Take me. Every fucking inch. Take it all,” he commanded.
Spreading her legs wide to accommodate his massive size, she moaned. Every thick inch was both blessing and curse as her hot center enveloped him, stretching to the point of pain. She welcomed it. Wanted all of him deep inside her.
“My Bella.”
“Stop talking and fuck me.” Her soft command rocked through him as if she’d given his cock a direct order, and he pumped into her body, thrusting harder and faster as she cried out, her fingers twisted in his hair, her cries of pleasure driving him into a wild frenzy. He pushed them both. Her body milked his with every orgasm, yet he didn’t relent. More. More. Deeper. Harder.
Small teeth nipped at his chest, and his cock jumped as a keening cry left her throat. Seconds later her pussy clamped down on his cock so tightly they both let out a shout, the rhythmic pulsing of her inner muscles a torment he could endure forever.
“Come inside me. Come now.”
Another command, yet he obeyed his sexy siren without a second thought, his body going rigid as he pumped his seed into her wet heat. Took what she offered. Claimed her one last time.
Bliss. Terror. How could he let her go? After this…
When they were both panting and exhausted, he carried her to the sofa, his hands gentle under her ass, his body still buried deep within her. Connected. He couldn’t bear to part from her. Not yet. So he settled them both on the sofa, her cheek on his chest.
Gentle as a butterfly’s wing, she traced one of the swirls on his shoulder with a fingertip. “Why do I want you so much?”
The question was filled with an agony he recognized all too well from his own tormented thoughts. They were not meant to be together. Apparently, she knew the truth as well as he did. “I want you as well. Yet we are not meant to be.”
That comment cost him his place inside her as she shifted atop him, moving up his body so that her lips hovered above his. “And why is that? Your king married a human woman. Is there some kind of rule against Caldorians and humans I don’t know about?”
“No. I am not—” Cutting off the comment, he altered course, cursing himself for falling too easily into telling this very dangerous woman the truth that he was not Caldorian at all but Lumerian, an ancient, powerful and hunted race. “I am not free to take a mate.”
Her gaze locked with his and he could see the strain, the fine lines of pain around her eyes and mouth. Obviously, the pain of her headache lingered, but the determination he saw behind the pain fascinated him all the more. She was, after all, an investigator. What the humans called a reporter. She was one of the most fearless humans he had ever encountered. “I have other duties that must take precedence over my personal needs or desires.”
“But do you want one?” The question was explosive, and he recognized it as such. He was prepared to lie to her, to give her the answer that had tumbled from his lips for nearly a millennia, but then she spoke again. “Tell me the truth, Falden. Do you want a mate?”
“Yes.” The truth. “I want you.” She sighed and leaned down to kiss him. When she lifted her head, the softness in her gaze made him long to grant her every wish, every desire. To never let her go. “But I can’t have you, Isabella. I can’t take a mate.”
“Okay.” She pulled away sadly and set about fixing her clothing, making sure everything was back in its proper place. “Fine. But tell me where the bad guy is. You have to let me talk to him.”
As if she had yanked the information directly from his mind, he had to literally bite his tongue to prevent himself from telling her. His response was a shake of his head as he rose to put his own pants back to rights.
She dressed, pulled her hair up and twisted it into some kind of knot at back of her head. He longed to loosen the strands, run his fingers through them, strip her slowly and take her to bed. Spend hours lost in her body, not the few moments they’d stolen.
“Falden. Just tell me where he is. I’ll be quick. I promise.”
“Second floor, interrogation room at the end of the hall.” Why the fuck had he just said that? “Isabella, no. What are you doing?”
“I earned this. I have a right to talk to him. Please, stay here and don’t try to stop me. I know you don’t understand, but trust me when I say that I don’t have time to sit around and wait. I can find Sevron on my own.”
“No!” He shouted his denial as she walked toward the door, but he could not move, his body in a state of paralysis.
What. The. Fuck? He tried again. He really couldn’t move. Not to follow her. Not to chase her. Not to stop her or warn Dagan that she was