Page 69 of Wanted By the Alien Warden

We made shockingly good time on the slicer.

Well, perhaps it was not so shocking. I was driving fast. Much faster than I usually did. Every time I remembered Tasha’s slender fingers on my flesh, the way I’d spewed so horrendously all over her face, every part of my body clenched. Including the parts responsible for the slicer’s speed.

She hadn’t been disgusted, I was certain. She’d touched me without complaint.

And when she’d noticed the semen on her mouth, she’dlickedit.

My crotch got tight just thinking about it. Having the plush curves of her body pressed into my back certainly didn’t help.

But if licking had been any sort of good indication about her feelings, the words she’d said next certainly were not.That was not right.

I came all over her face. She licked it. And decided it was wrong.

How I would make such a thing not wrong, I had no idea. There was no way I could have held back the explosion of myorgasm while she knelt between my thighs with my cock in her hands. And I didn’t see how the blazes I could be responsible for her going ahead and licking it! If she didn’t like the taste, that was, frankly, her own fault.

Except, it still felt like my fault.

And it still felt like something I wanted desperately to fix.

My mounting frustration and the increased speed of our travels meant that we entered Warden Hallum’s province that evening instead of tomorrow, much earlier than anticipated. It had been many cycles since I’d been here last, so I consulted the small screen with its illuminated map in the centre of my slicer’s instrument display.

We were rapidly approaching Warden Hallum’s station. There was no point in stopping to make camp now. We’d reach his place before the sun even fully set. And as much as I craved Tasha beside me more and more – so much so that it now felt like a hollowing sort of hunger – I was certain that she would have vastly preferred sleeping inside a building, in a bed or cot, if Warden Hallum had one available, than on the ground with me.

The trees grew denser, no longer only on one side of us, but springing up all around. It was only a combination of my vaguest memories; the map; and a well-worn path, obviously trodden by shuldu hooves, that led us through the darkening forest.

Warden Hallum’s station was in the centre of a clearing inside a thick knot of trees. It was a small but well-constructed building of perfectly fit-together logs. A lantern or candle came on inside one of the windows.

And then, the front door opened.

Warden Hallum did not merely step out into his porch. The movement was like a command. A smart, relentless forward motion that he just as easily brought into utter stillness as I landed the slicer and cut the engines.

“Warden Tenn,” he said in greeting. The orange light of late evening gleamed on the badge on his hat. Perfectly polished, as predicted.Blast.

“Hello, Warden Hallum.” I dismounted the slicer and then turned to Tasha, who was already beginning to remove her helmet. She’d gotten quite good at it on her own – unsurprising, for a woman the prided herself on her competence – but I chose, at that moment, to help her with it anyway. Even though she didn’t need my help.

It was likely an asinine notion. But I suddenly felt rather savagely compelled to touch her in front of Warden Hallum. To lay a silent claim upon her.

To show the other warden that this was my human.

Yes. Asinine.

She wasn’t mine, and no amount of selfishness on my part would change that.

And yet, there I stood, still undoing the straps and buckles of her helmet for her. I pulled the helmet off her head, my eyes seeking hers, but she was already shimmying off the slicer and striding purposefully towards Warden Hallum with her hand outstretched.

At least Warden Hallum wouldn’t know what to do with that. So I would not have to watch him take her hand and-

He took it.

He took it as naturally as if he’d been shaking human hands his whole blasted life. His yellow fingers closed over Tasha’s as she stepped up onto the porch. He gave her hand a controlled set of three pumps up and down.

He read the book. Probably the entire cursed thing.

Blast him to Zabria and back.

Seething, and hating that I was seething, I stalked towards the porch. I stood beside Tasha, so close that my arm pressed against hers. Without my belt hook, my tail slithered around onthe porch step behind me, and it required a great deal of will not to wrap it ’round her waist.

“It is good to meet you, Tasha,” Warden Hallum said, his grey eyes shadowed by his hat. “I must admit I was not expecting you tonight. But my men are ready for you. I can have them gathered quickly. You need only say the word.”

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