Page 28 of Alien Jeopardy
Only the most affectionate of breeding pairs give each other nicknames, and my cock likes that very, very much. So much that it skiths even harder, pulsing against the firm expanse of her back. The bud of pleasure even begins to pucker at the base of my cock, something it’s never done for another, and never will.
This human mate is the only one for me.
My Ellison.
The truth of it is like the toll of a bell through me, and I tuck her into my body, my wings flaring around us as I lean down and bury my nose in her hair, inhaling her intoxicating musk.
How is it that I cannot even communicate with my Ellison, but I am already a wing’s tip away from obsession with her?
The Roth takes a step towards us, and I jerk her away from him, snarling again, nearly fully feral in my need to keep her away from them.
“Come now, all contestants to the stage, please,” the Roth from the ship, from before my Ell chose me, stands on stage, a smile plastered over the lingering smell of his uncertainty.
The Roth instigator should be more than uncertain. My wings tremble with the need to teach him a lesson, to show everyone that she is mine.
A mechanized voice repeats his words in what I assume is the females’ language, and Ell pushes against my arms as she attempts to follow his directions.
She’s not leaving my side, not when I am beginning to feel the pull of my rut answering her heat.
Hooking an arm around the curve of her waist, I lift her easily, and she makes an adorable squeak of surprise.
I lower my mouth to her ear as I pad towards the stage, knowing all the males assembled here are watching us, waiting for a glimpse ofmyfemale.
Mine.
The last thing I want is for anyone else’s eyes to be on her. She is mine to look at, mine to cherish, mine to touch.
The red Draegon on stage averts his eyes politely, his lightly furred tail flicking behind him. I jerk my chin at him in a sign of respect as I carry my prize forward, avoiding looking at the female beside him. He pulls her closer anyway, the fluffed end of his tail wrapping around her waist. The side of his lip curls in a snarl, and I scent his mate’s response to him.
Too sweet for me, much too sugary.
No, I prefer the spice and smokey undertones of my mate to this one.
I lean forward again, her light brown hair tickling my nostrils as I inhale her, dragging my nose against her scalp as she shivers, skin heating.
Gods, but this female sings to my blood, everything about her making my body respond.
The true trial of this contest will not be making it to the end—it will be avoiding my rut until my female wants me as much as I need her.
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THIRTEEN
Ellison
Being held by good ole Rex is a problem. Hearing him breathe is a problem.
The feel of his breath on my scalp is a problem.
But the biggest problem of all is the massive, pulsating dick pushed up against my back, so stiff it’s lifting my pajama shirt along with his pants—and the fact that I’m getting slick between my legs in some heat-induced chemical reaction.
I didn’t learn about the Draegon laws of sex thermodynamics in school, but I’m getting a front-row crash course to it now regardless.
Alien Pheromone Sex Thermodynamics 101, 102, and grad school thesis, all in one neat reality show timeline.
I’ve always been an overachiever.
A hysterical laugh tries to burble out of me, but I clamp my lips shut. If I let a laugh out at this predicament, who knows what will happen next? Nope. It’s time to do my very best corporate robot impression, and put all my practice on those deadly-boring video conferences to good use.
