Page 35 of Alien Jeopardy
He tosses a grin over his shoulder at me, and I yelp as he picks up the pace, moving even faster through the roped course.
I whoop in glee, my bad mood dissolving in the face of our impending win.
We’re going to fucking win! There’s no way Lucy and her dude are going to be able to catch us, they haven’t even left the starting line?—
My admiration shifts to something else entirely. Now that the cart has picked up an insane amount of momentum and we’veentered the straightaway of what looks to be the final stretch of the course, Rex flaps his wings, a gust of air tossing my hair back.
A screech of something between disbelief and terror rips from my throat as the rickshaw tilts backwards, Rex suspended in between the two handles.
My jaw drops as he beats his wings again, spinning into a handstand as the rickshaw continues to move forward.
“What the fuck?” I ask on a high-pitched exhalation.
He continues to move, like some kind of circus acrobat in those fancy shows that cost an arm and a leg to go see. His feet glance across the ground, helping the rickshaw stay in motion as he performs dazzling feat after dazzling feat, showing off his sculpted body and physical stamina.
It’s quite a show, and I’m dazed by it, the heat and lust coming back full force as he continues to dance across the finish line.
It takes me what feels like a full minute to realize we’ve stopped, and when he turns around, flashing me a mega-watt smile, I nearly dissolve into a puddle. The floating lights illuminate his sage-colored skin, his orange eyes and pointed teeth, and I’ve never wanted anything as bad as I want to press my body against his.
I’m moving before I can think better of it, letting my physical needs run the show, the rest of my brain short-circuiting completely.
My body launches itself from the tiny bench, and I smack into a very surprised alien’s arms. His chest feels so warm and right against mine, and I moan as I wrap my legs around his waist as best I can, wriggling up his body. Huge hands grip my ass, and he hisses in a breath of surprise as I surge against him.
My own hands grip his hair, and I tug his mouth down, wanting to kiss him, needing his mouth on mine.
The effect of my lips against his is immediate, electricity coursing through me as we share breath. He’s still as a statue, letting me lead, and it’s so freaking cute that I smile even as my tongue darts out against his lower lip, then his fang.
A guttural sound builds in him, and the intensity of my need increases again, leading me to grab for his horns, needing him to give me more.
I need so much more.
He groans, a sound that seems ripped from the depths of his soul, and then he shakes, jerking as he matches my motions.
I grip his horns tighter, my fingers exploring the ridges while he explores my mouth.
He jerks one last time, then pulls away, eyes dilated so wide that only a smidge of orange shows around his pupils.
I’m panting, he’s panting, and I whine a little as he starts to detach me from his body. I dig my ankles into the small of his back, fingers still tight on his horns.
His hands try to pry my legs off, and a drone buzzes close to us both before his wings snap out, hiding me from view.
The heat of my unsated desire turns to ice in my veins, and my eyes widen in horror.
Oh, oh no.
I jumped him. I literally jumped him, on camera, dry-humping him and forcing him to kiss me.
On camera.
And despite what his body seemed to say, the hands tugging me off of him and the way he’s avoiding my gaze scream how he really feels about all this.
He didn’t want to kiss me, not at all.
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