Page 115 of I'm Not Your Pet

“No, darling,” I murmured—feeling foolish the moment the pet name escaped. That feeling quickly died however because instead of condemning me for being cheesy, Huu-goh turned to putty in my grip.

“Darling,” he whispered, like the angel he was.

“Yes,” my pulse stuttered. “That’s what you are.” I swallowed the lump in my throat. “You’re my darling.”

“I like that,” Huu-goh sighed, looking drunk from his orgasm, his eyes full of stars.

“I likeyou,” I said, awkward but sincere.

“Can I touch you?” he asked again, voice sweet. “I want to.”

“This was for you, Huu-goh,” I murmured, leaning down to nuzzle our noses together. “But if you’d like…maybe after the next round?”

“The next round?” he squeaked, eyes going round—and it wasadorable.

“Yes,” I grinned. “You didn’t think I was only going to make you come once tonight, did you?”

“I…”

“Not inthatoutfit,” and then I proceeded to taste him.

Every inch.

Thoroughly.

By the time the sky was light and the stars had fled, I had collected four orgasms out of the tiny pink-tinged creature, and he had collected one.

I was more than a little grateful I’d taken the weekend off as I curled around his small defenseless form. There were no thoughts of pirates in my head, or shipments, or tragedy. And no nightmares plagued me as I toyed with the edges of his stained panties and finally drifted to sleep, content.

If only I’d known what was coming.

Then maybe I could’ve prepared better for it.

Roark took me shopping the following evening. After a week spent at the space-mall-planet I figured I’d bought more than enough things to last me a lifetime. Roark seemed to think otherwise. In fact, he told me before we left our room that while he appreciated my frugality with his money—he had the means to take care of us for many lifetimes—and refused to miss the opportunity to spoil me.

I’d never been a spoiled kid—and on F’ukYuu I’d had very few belongings, so it was mind-boggling to suddenly find myself the owner of…

Ofeverything.

Everything I’d ever wanted.

Except…well…

Except for the one thing I truly needed.

Both of us had slept like the dead till early afternoon. I’d woken first, enjoying a solid half hour of Roark snoring, his big chest heaving as I slung my body over his and soaked up his warmth. We’d talked again when he’d roused, shared brunch—and jokes—and Roark had nuzzled all of my toes and called them delightful.

He told me he couldn’t wait to take me home.

That he couldn’t wait to hold me in his bed.

That he couldn’t wait to fuck me the way I so clearly wanted.

To show me the planet his heart always longed to return to.

But those sweet promises didn’t negate the loss I felt as our last true conversation ended and we’d headed downstairs. Now, standing in the lobby with the alien clerk waiting expectantly, I tried to summon some of the peace I’d felt in Roark’s arms.

We had to return the translators to the hotel clerk at check-out.

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