Page 23 of Loved By the Alien King
Smitha’s and Oreo’s eyes popped comically wide as I pressed in behind Nera, letting her feel my throbbing cock. Letting her feel all of me.
She let out a shaky exhale when I slid my hands over her ass and squeezed, any excuse to touch her again. Then I wrapped her up tighter in the comforter and tied it so she was completely safe from other ass oglers like me.
“Like this.” I reached around to her front and tipped her chin up to meet my kiss, a chaste one that sparked need under every scale. “My beautiful star wears whatever she would like.”
Her smile blossomed across her entire face, her big brown eyes so warm and full of love that I didn’t deserve.
“Okay, then,” Oreo said, flipping her blonde curls. “But I can’t let her wear this on the show.”
Nera snorted a laugh. “Of course not. You two always dress me in something that drives this alien king of mine absolutely wild, and I’msohere for it. That’s really theonlything I’m here for.” She shuffled toward them on bare feet and waved over her shoulder at me. “See you later, alien king of mine.”
She left then, taking my hearts with her.
As soon as I dressed in my pants and shoes—there seemed to be a shortage of shirts for males here—I went out to the living room. As expected, the Killian sat on the couch, alone, peering at me over the back cushion with his vomit-green eyes that saw through everything.
“Why are you always lurking?” I demanded.
“I’m sitting. That’s hardly lurking.”
With a grunt, I made my way to the sliding glass door that led to the backyard pool.
“Given Nera’s huge smile this morning,” the Killian began, “I take it you didn’t tell her your big secret either.”
Just like I hadn’t told him or Pete after we escaped Earth Space Fleet.
“Let it rest, Killian,” I told him without turning back. “There is no big secret, all right? Space Fleet and I had a misunderstanding, is all.”
“Uh-huh. A misunderstanding with the king of Xenoxx that made them lock you up tighter than Pete’s old pair of hipster jeans. Sorry, but I’m just not buying it.”
“Sounds like a you problem.” I sighed through gritted teeth, what I wanted to say and what I should say so at odds with each other that my tongue tangled. “Still, thanks for coming to get me.”
“Hey, it’s what sworn enemies do, right?” In the glass’s reflection, he stood from the couch behind me. “But if you think they might be coming back for you, I can slit a few throats.”
There he went again, offering to do something freely, without any asks for payback of any kind. For me. For Nera. For us.
It unnerved me, just as it didn’t surprise me.
Neither would Earth Space Fleet coming back to capture me.
It likely wasn’t a good day for throats.
Chapter eleven
Nera
Itfeltsostrangebeing back on stage with everyone, like I hadn’t seen my fellow contestants in months, even though it had just been yesterday.
Funny how a traumatic meeting could warp time into a clear division of before and after.
Funny also that I was seriously considering going back to Rain to hear her out. Glutton for punishment or deranged masochist?
Both. Clearly both.
Judge, the fucker, sat alone on the male side of the stage. He was the lizard alien who’d screwed us over in the escape room by not helping us. Instead, he’d chosen to receive 10,000 credits.
He looked nervous, like those dickish shenanigans might just send him home today.
Bling came up the stairs then, saw me already seated in my hoverchair, and with a pretty smile lighting her face, she beelined right for me. When she dropped into the seat next to me, her three boobs jiggled enough to draw the attention of those not yet ogling her.
