Page 41 of Loved By the Alien King
Someone yelled “cut” while the crew scrambled around, so I took full advantage of the opportunity and stretched up on my tiptoes to kiss my favorite king. Camera drones hovered close by, but I didn’t even care. His taste, his touch, his hearts were like the most intoxicating of drugs, and I was an addicted fool for his love.
He gave me all I craved and more, his skilled tongue setting me aflame with one stroke while his long fingers sought my ass to grind me against me. He was always so hard, so ready and willing and deserving of the reward for Most Motivated To Get Dirty that it was a real wonder we ever got anything else done.
Lucky me.
Also why I might be in a precarious pickle.
“We’re going to have another orgy outbreak if you don’t hurry,” Pete yelled, but then he softened his voice when he added, “Oh. That’s all of them. Thanks, guys.”
“Threetwoone action!” someone blurted in a rush.
Maxx and I reluctantly pulled away to join the real world once again but not before Maxx’s parting whisper.
“Every time I look at you, you’ve transcended beauty all over again.”
All the cameras, all the contestants and crew, captured the moment I completely turned to mush for this purple king. My eyes filled with tears and dashed down my cheeks faster than he or I could catch them. Somewhere offstage, Oreo screeched in terror.
“I didn’t mean to make you cry, beautiful star,” Maxx whispered, wiping my face carefully with his fingertips.
“It’s okay. Really.” Sniffling, I nodded and took my place beside him, nearly tripping over the shiny silver box with a big red bow set at my feet. “Oh. What’s this?”
“Your present, Captain,” Pete said gently, his brow pinched with concern and a little bit of sadness. “Are you all right?”
“Fine. Just a little overwhelmed with, ah, gratitude,” I admitted. And happiness, at least on this stage. “Go on with your bad self, Pete.”
He grinned. “Each of you has a present inside your box. Now, since it’s from me, you might be tempted to chuck it into the sea.”
“I can’t wait not to do that,” I murmured. At Maxx’s warm chuckle, I added, “I love presents.”
His purple lightning eyes widened. “I’ve officially taken note of this for the future.”
My whole body fizzed with excitement, mostly at his use of the word future, but also at the possibility of presents from him.
Christmases and birthdays were an absolute nightmare for my parents because we couldn’t afford much, so they’d take my gift apart and wrap each individual piece to make it look like the wrapping paper factory existed on our farm and to make my gift pile taller than I was. I adored my gifts, but mostly I adored them for making me feel so special.
“You might also be tempted to trade your present with another contestant’s,” Pete continued, sauntering into the center of the contestant circle. “That’s allowed, but no peeking inside anyone’s boxes, and if that sounds sexual, it’s because it definitely is.”
Maxx leaned down to pick up his gift, which was a replica of mine, right down to the detailed silver stitching on the red bow. “Do you want to trade?”
“Yes.No.”
Smiling, he skimmed his thumb over my jawline. “Thanks for clearing that up for me.”
“You’re welcome,” I said, side-eyeing his present. “Doyouwant to trade?”
He held his box out for me, and I both shook my head and reached for it at the same time.
Bling and Miekil were trading theirs, but I’d already cried all over mine.
“I’m good,” I decided, clutching my box closer.
“You’re sure?”
“Mm-hm,” I squeaked out between my tightened lips.
Maxx’s warm chuckle sighed against my cheek. “Let me know if you change your mind.”
“Everyone ready?” Pete called. “Open your presents now!”
