Page 22 of Loved By the Alien King
I slipped one hand beneath her hips and angled her closer to my pelvis, watching with a smile as her bottomless eyes flew wide. Each scale on my cock rubbed against her clit, creating such delicious friction for the both of us.
“Oh mygod, Maxx.” She squirmed as she wrapped herself tighter around me, riding both my cock and my serpents while they fuxxed her in the ass.
In a blast of color that rolled up and down my spine, I came hard.
With a loud cry, Nera did too, so much that she seemed to glow even more than before, her whole body quaking and drawing out my own orgasm.
We’d spent the rest of the night and into the next morning joined in the best, most intimate way. I wanted nothing more but to keep her in this bed with me and listen to her moan and gasp out my name until she begged me to stop.
But when sunlight streamed through the curtains in the beach house bedroom, a petrified ball of nerves cratered my gut.
Earth Space Fleet would be coming for me today. Of that, I had no doubt.
“Yeah,” Nera said, falling against my chest, her breath fanning my jaw, “I’m just going to call you my hungry caterpillar number two from now on, okay?”
I smoothed the hair back from her face just to see the mesmerizing, post-coital luminescence of her cheeks. “Because I’m furry and eat leaves?”
“Because you’re insatiable. Not that I’m complaining. I am too when it comes to you and your…many,manytalents. I even found religion through just the power of your tongue. Really, all the gods and goddesses in the universe should thank you.”
I chuckled and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “Just doing my part for all religions everywhere.”
“Do you think hungry caterpillar number one is okay?” she asked, smoothing her palm over the scales on my chest. “We should check on him—her? it?—today if we have time. Do caterpillars have genders?”
“Well, as hungry caterpillar number two, and a male, I say yes.”
“Ah, good point.”
We fell into an easy silence then, comfortable and relaxed. The perfect opportunity to say what I needed to say, what I should’ve said a long time ago,beforeI fell in love.
“Nera, there’s something I need to tell you,” I said carefully.
“Okay.” She traced my hand over her hip with hers, her slender fingers nearly half the size of my own.
This would hurt her, more than it would hurt me to admit it, but it needed to be done.
I took a shallow breath, so she wouldn’t be able to hear the weight of the truth inside me just yet. “The explosion I told you about, the one at the embassy that killed my wife. Well…it killed—”
A soft knock sounded at the door before Nera’s style team, Smitha and Oreo, poked their heads inside. Both had their hands up to cover their eyes.
I huffed an irritated breath at the interruption but pasted on my best neutral expression for their benefit. They were doing their jobs. Judging by the sun’s rays, they were also early.
“We didn’t want to interrupt your, um, obvious morning routine,” Smitha said, waving to all six beds, five of which were empty, “but we really need to get you ready for today’s show.”
“Oh. Oops. Yeah, our morning routine is long and…prosperous.” Nera sat up, clutching the sheet to her chest, and then looked back at me, a gorgeous flush to her cheeks. “Later?”
“Later,” I agreed.
Though waiting would only make it harder, for both of us.
She pressed a soft kiss to my cheek and then gathered the snow-white comforter around her, leaving me the sheet. Her perfect ass was exposed, round and plump in all the right places, and it elicited a growl from my chest.
“Okay if I go like this?” she asked her team. “Why get dressed when I’ll just have to undress and get dressed again, am I right? No one has that kind of patience.”
“Oh, uh…” Smitha looked to Oreo, who looked like she might faint at the very idea.
“No, not like that,” I said, moving to stand.
I didn’t bother covering myself up even though I was completely nude. Too troublesome. Plus, Xenoxx didn’t have a self-conscious bone in their bodies.
