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“Action!” someone called.
Pete spread his arms wider than his fake smile. “Welcome toAlien Love Island. Tonight we’ll find out who you, the viewers at home, have decided to keep around for a chance at finding love, and who you’ve decided to send packing.”
My gut tightened. I shared a look with Nera.
Time to find out what fate had decided.
Chapter three
Nera
“But,”Petecontinued,makingmy heart squeeze even more, “because I’m a glutton for punishment—yourpunishment, ha-ha—we’re going to wait on the show’s results for a hot minute.”
Next to me, three-breasted Bling squirmed in her seat. The other contestants held their collective breaths.
I looked again to Maxx, wanting us both to stay while simultaneously wanting us both to leave. My mind was a riot of confused thoughts, all spiraling around Maxx. His purple lightning eyes helped anchor me, and the slightest smile on his sinful mouth gave me hope.
For us.
Yeah…but also I was just plain old eye-fucking him. I was pretty sure I was about to be haunted by the soul of my exploded ovaries.
“Inside that hot minute, we’re going to play another game,” Pete said with a waggle of his eyebrows over his mirrored sunglasses. “The winner, whether they’re voted off the show or not by the viewers, gets to choose one person to spend the night with in the honeymoon bungalow.Are you ready to play an alien love game?”
The contestants cheered. Well, all of them but me, Maxx, and Miekil. Maxx and I were too distracted with mentally undressing each other, and Miekil was probably too busy dissecting every mystery on this planet.
“I’d like all of you to go to the big table at the back of the stage for the game called Lock & Key.” Pete waved his arm with a flourish. “Get on over there!”
I rose along with the others and concentrated on not catching my billowing dress under a heel and kissing the stage with my whole face. The other women breezed past me, their heels even taller than mine. Just…how? Why was I not blessed with that particular talent?
As I drew slowly closer to the table, Pete tossed me a lopsided grin from the other side of it. “Good evening, Ne—”
A growl cut him off and snapped his mirrored sunglasses toward the towering, imposing Xenoxx warrior king who appeared at my side.
Pete visibly shriveled, color rising to his cheeks, and held up his hands as though to defend himself. “I was just going to say,” he muttered, “that she has a speck of white on her shoulder. Looks like bird poop. Might want to look into it. I wasn’t going to make out with her or anything.”
I grinned at his kindness, brushed whatever it was off my shoulder with a grimace, and shot Maxx a teasing scowl. “Thanks, Pete. His Majesty only knows how to attack, not heel.”
Maxx brushed his huge palm down over the skin at my back, eliciting a tingling shiver everywhere, and leaned down toward my ear. “Are you implying that you’re going to train me like a dog?”
“There could be biscuits involved,” I whispered to him. “Maybe even a pat on the head if you’re lucky.”
“And other…rewards?” His hand slid lower, cupped my ass, and squeezed it possessively.
An aching thrill slicked between my thighs, and I ground them together to ease my need for him.
“Lots of praise,” I said on a shaky exhale, “especially if you’re a good boy.”
He groaned. “I’ve never wanted to be a dog so badly in my life.”
He said it when there was a lull in the conversation as the others stared expectantly at Pete for directions. Everyone heard Maxx. Everyone, including the camera drones.
They all looked at us like we were crazy, including the camera drones. Which…yep.
I snorted a laugh. “Sorry. We were just…”
“Describing your various kinks on a TV show?” Pete nodded and held out his hands. “Whohasn’tdone that?”
All the other contestants raised their hands. Even Miekil who tossed me a playful smile.
