Page 68 of Wanted By the Alien Warden

I wondered if he’d miss it, considering I didn’t have one, when we…

When we didnothave sex. Because that was obviously not going to happen.

I wasn’t even sure if this counted as a hand job. Was I merely exploring?

Or was my goal to actually make him come?

The latter. Definitely. There was no way around it. Now that the idea of making him explode was in my head, I couldn’t get it out.

I wrapped both my hands around his shaft and gently squeezed.

Tenn’s next inhale sounded like someone had just stuck a knife between his ribs. Sharp, jagged, pained. But obviously not too pained. Because the muscles of his legs contracted tightly, shunting his hips upwards. He needed more.

I could give him that. Today, at least. Just this once.

Using both hands, I stroked up and down, establishing a relentless rhythm. I relished the velvet feel of his hide, the rock-hard heat of him, the ropes of veins beneath my palms. The surface of the log cracked, bark crumbling as Tenn dug his claws in deeper. His tail – his normal, big one – flicked its way over to me, wrapping itself around my waist just like his cock tail had done to my finger.

I wondered if he even knew that he was doing that. His eyes were closed now, his nostrils flaring, every muscle and tendon in his neck and jaw bulging.

“Tasha,” he hissed. A violent shudder wracked his frame. His eyes snapped open, furious and white. “Blast, Tasha, I’m going to-”

He came before he got the rest of the words out. I gasped, flinching, then shivering with pleasure, as viscous fluid shot forward and coated my cheek, chin, and even the tip of my nose.

Tenn gave a vicious, charred-sounding groan. His shaft throbbed inside the clutches of my fingers. His cock tail fluttered and clenched. Another jet of come spewed, this time hitting my mouth.

Acting purely on instinct, I opened my mouth to taste him.

Tenn made a choked sound of surprise. His white gaze was fastened to my tongue.

The tongue that was currently licking his hot, salty come from my lips.

Shit.

Was that weird? It had to be weird. A human guy might think watching a woman lick his semen off her face was hot.

But what the hell would a Zabrian warden think?

“Sorry!” I said. I scrambled up, pulling my hands away from his genitals. His cock tail let me go, but only with what seemed like a stubborn moment of hesitation.

“Sorry? Why are you sorry?” Tenn croaked.

“Sorry for licking your… That was…” Jesus, I couldn’t say “inappropriate” now. Not after I’d just had both my hands wrapped around his dick. “That was not right.”

“It was wrong?” He sounded confused, maybe even concerned. “I am sorry that I-”

“Oh, God, don’tyouapologize!” I cried. A dribble of come dripped from the tip of my nose. Tenn’s eyes went there at once.

“Tasha, your face. Let me-”

“It’s fine! I’ll get cleaned up!”

“Tasha-”

“And then I’ll pack,” I said, already stumbling towards the creek. “And then we’ll go.”

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