Page 15 of Matched to the Alien King
Nera jerked awake at that, then she yawned and stretched that lithe body of hers until her back arched and her barely covered chest almost burst out of her dress.
Fuuuuuuxxx.
My cock jerked awake too, and I surged to my feet and started toward her before I’d even given my body that command. Apparently my dick was now in charge.
“Remember to splice in the newbies’ intro videos,” Pete called to no one in particular. “We should get forty-four minutes out of all that, right?”
“That’s what the long, dramatic pauses are for,” someone else said. “It’s fine.”
“Nera.” Her name was a low growl from deep within me.
She gave a sleepy, sexy smile when she saw me standing in front of her and took my outstretched hand to help her to her feet.
“You. Me. Bungalow.” She pressed in close to me, so close that the heat of all that skin burned the rest of my self-control to cinders.
“I’m ready.” Unbidden, my kaxxui, the sexual serpents Nera had enjoyed so much before, slithered out from the sides of my Adonis belt, stretched the fabric of my pants, and flicked and curled between the apex of her thighs, eliciting a soft moan.
She stared up at me, her brown eyes fevered. “So you are.”
“We better take the shortcut through the jungle.” I pulled her in closer, feeling her everywhere.
She nodded. “For science. And for the possibility of discovering the source of that scream that everyone was just like ‘eh’ about.”
“Right. This fuxxing show.” I took her hand and led her to the back edge of the platform.
We stopped at the wall of jungle, which was roughly where we’d stumbled onto the show the first time. Was this the best idea? It would get us to the honeymoon bungalow sooner, but the setting sun was already casting darker hues across the sky.
“Room for one more?” The Killian stepped up to Nera’s other side. At my threatening step toward him, he rolled his eyes. “In the jungle, not either of your pants. Relax. After the jungle, I’ll be outside your bungalow. I can be your lookout in case someone decides to try to kill you both again. Which, let’s be honest, someone probably will.”
Nera turned to me and then back again in case she missed seeing us speak. Questions lit her eyes.
Same, Nera. Same.
“What doyouget out of it?” I growled at my mortal enemy.
He quirked a green brow. “One night away from the beach-house orgy? You have no idea the kinds of things that didn’t happen in the bedroom last night. The kinds of holes that were filled with any number of—”
I held up my hand. “Stop. Talking.”
He did with a quick, secret smile, and I had to wonder what else was driving him into the jungle and beyond with us. What else was spinning in that overactive mind of his?
Did I trust him? Fuxx no. Did Nera?
As if hearing my thoughts, she looked up at me and nodded.
I hissed out a sigh. If he aided in protecting Nera while we were otherwise engaged, so be it.
“Fine,” I told him. “But no more about orgies.”
“Sure, unless there’s some in the jungle.” He mock-shivered. “They could be anywhere.”
I flicked my eyes to the heavens while Nera snorted and bumped me lightly with her shoulder. It’s likely I’d regret letting him come with us.
Regardless, as one, we stepped into the jungle.
Chapter five
Nera
