Page 6 of I'm Not Your Pet

Not that I didn’t try. Because I did. Because I was aperfectionist—and even though this wasn’t my choice—it was my lot in life. I’d never been able to stomach the thought of not doing my best, even for something like this.

Keep going.

I knee-walked forward till his calves framed my body and those big-ass thighs sandwiched my shoulders. The alien didn’t move to push his pants down or anything, even with me between his thighs.

In fact, he was rigid—frozen still.

Kinda like he had no idea what was happening right now.

His legs were evenlargerup close. I didn’t dare touch them, even though I kinda wanted to—not even because I’d been told to, but because they looked comfortable. However, they were the only part of his body that was clothed. Which made them less interesting than his barrel chest and muscular arms.

Is he sticky like bubblegum?

I can’t wait to find out.

Was I supposed to undo his pants for him? Would they be difficult to get off if his skin was sticky?

It hadn’t occurred to me that I hadn’t spoken a word. Not until that moment, with his crotch in my face and his pale blue eyes staring down at me. I shivered, cold all over.

How hard could this really be?

Lick-lick, suck-suck, done-done.

It’d be fine.

I reached for the button on the alien’s pants. His nostrils flared. His chest beganheaving. When his sharp teeth flashed, my belly flipped. A flood of butterflies spun frantic circles inside me as I got the button on his pants open and attempted to pull down his zipper.

“No,” he said, the deep rumbling growl making my hair stand on end. Immediately, I froze, hands beginning to shake. What had I done wrong? Hadn’t he requested this? Did he not like me? Oh fuck. Oh fuck. I’d already fucked this up.

“Make him happy,”The Manager had said.

Thiswas not happy.

This was annoyed.

“Please?” I offered, suddenly kinda terrified. “I need to. I mean. They said that I?—”

He growled, this deep ominous sound, and my hands went icy. I removed them from his general vicinity, the limbs quaking as I settled them on my bare thighs and tried to understand where I’d gone so very wrong.

The sound he was making was almost…distressed.

“Please don’t growl. I didn’t—I mean, I didn’t mean to upset you. I thought this was what you wanted.” My heart was hammering. Red doors flashed in front of my eyes. “I’m—” My words cut off as I released a distressed sound of my own.

I’m scared.

My words had some sort of effect because the growl the shark-man had been emitting softened into what was almost a purr. Like he was trying tosootheme now, rather than warn me away. Tentatively, he reached down. For a moment his hand hovered above my head, like he was afraid to touch. When I nodded jerkily, giving him permission, his hand crossed the last of that distance, gently stroking over my hair. It felt wonderful to be touched. I wasn’t sure why he was doing it—all things considered—but I couldn’t help but melt into it despite that.

Peering at him through my lashes, confused and a little freaked out, I let the gentle scratch of his thick fingers soothe me. His hand was so large—Christ. He had to move so carefully not to hurt me. We were at an impasse as his chest heaved with each ragged inhalation, his spots gray, yellow, gray.

Fear made my hands shake.

“I’m sorry,” I managed again, confused and more than a little terrified. “I thought you wanted me.” I couldn’t fail this. Icouldn’t. I couldn’t-couldn’t-couldn’t. A distressed whine escaped before I could stop it.

“It is alright, little one,” he rumbled, the quiet purr of his voice far more soothing than it should’ve been. The shape of the words did not match what I heard in my head, but it was still comforting. “You do not know what you ask of me.” His chest was still shuddering, those big thighs framing my face. But the bulge in his pants was soft. His earlier arousal had faded.I hate failing. I can’t-I can’t-I can’t.

To my disgust, my lashes were wet with tears as I clenched my hands into fists.

They’re going to punish you for this.

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