Page 36 of I'm Not Your Pet

If he wants you again.

“Thank yuu,” Huu-goh said. Those were words he repeated a lot. Enough so that I’d managed to figure out what they meant. I nodded, my cocks writhing toward him despite being safely tucked away inside my trousers.

I couldn’t blame them.

I wanted to touch him too.

So badly.

More than I’d ever wanted anything.

I stroked a hand through Huu-goh’s fur as he smiled down at the food. He dug in with gusto. He groaned when he took the first bite, not minding the fact it’d been crushed to a pulp where my bambuu stalk was still whole and crunchy. Thankfully, Huu-goh didn’t complain about the petting or the texture of his food.Lately he’d been snapping a lot more—and I’d been hesitant to touch.

It seemed that barrier was gone too.

Maybe he’d been anxious to admit his feelings for me? And the petting had set him off. It’d been close to what he wanted, but not enough. But then last night had happened—and we’d…yes. We were different now. Close in a way I didn’t think either of us ever had been before.

Things were different.

When we reached Sha’hPihn I would make the necessary calls home for the ceremony. And when we reached my home planet we would become official. I would keep him safe, for all his life. There was no need for distance anymore.

Not now that we were mates.

“Taastehs like cuucumbehr.” Huu-goh took his last bite with a happy sigh. I sat down on the bed, weak-kneed as I watched him, my own plate forgotten in my grip. He had such long, long legs for such a small thing. And such a lovely, tiny waist. And his shoulders! Shoulders that were broad despite the lack of meat on his bones.

My cocks twisted together and I willed them to behave, the heady lust fogging my senses making me light-headed.

Tonight,I told myself.

Tonight,after my duties are complete, I’ll take him.

Tonighthis body would be mine.

As I was going through puberty I’d still managed to be a model student. I’d bitten back the mood swings. I’d hidden every part of me that wasn’t palatable. I’d let my true feelings wither and die with a smile on my face. All because I knew that along with the hormones, acne, and frustration I’d be gifted with my parents’ ire if I didn’t.

I barely had their attention as it was.

Mom was too preoccupied with her own life to worry about how mine was going. And Dad spent more time with a bottle in his hand, or alone with his secretary, than he did with me. On the few rare occasions we were all together, the only thing either of them talked about were my academic accomplishments. I was a talking report card to them, but even that felt better than the icy silence of our usually empty home.

Realistically, deep down, I’d known the way they treated me wasn’t fair. But it was the only life I’d ever known. I spent so much time invisible that the last thing I wanted was to lose what little love and pride they felt for me.

I’d been everything they wanted me to be and I’d still ended up here. Abducted by aliens, rescued by more aliens, sitting in the darkness as my new owner lay peacefully beside me in bed.

You’d think I’d be mad about that last part but I wasn’t.

Because there was no denying Roark was…yeah.

Roark was unlike anyone I’d ever met.

After we’d eaten dinner together and Roark and I took our separate showers, we’d retired to bed. Since Roark had come home for the evening I’d been trying to psych myself up to hit on him again.

But I just…didn’t know how to cross that line.

It wasn’t like I’d been a Casanova back home. I’d been a loser and that was the honest truth. Even after working on F’ukYuu it was difficult to wrap my head around the idea that someone might want to actually touch me.

Roark had said no to me the first time we’d met, and I’d internalized that probably more than I should’ve. The last thing I wanted was to pressure him into something he didn’t want, just because I did.

Did he like what we’d done the previous day? Had I twisted it around in my head and imagined he was happier about it than he’d actually been? It hadn’t helped that he’d been gone earlier than usual that morning. And that he’d been downrightrespectfulover breakfast. I’d half-expected him to…you know—yank my pants off or something. Especially after we’d fallen asleep in the same bed the night before. But that hadn’t happened.

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