Page 24 of Loved By the Alien King
Especially Miekil, standing on the opposite side of the stage, who had drooled himself into a puddle.
I smiled, my chest warming for the two of them.
“Hey,” Bling said, touching my shoulder lightly. “You look like you feel a lot better today.”
“Thanks,” I sighed. “One of the perks of a style team, strong coffee, and lots of great sex.”
She chuckled. “Well, I only have two of the three, I’m afraid.”
“If it’s sex you’re missing out on, anyone here would gladly drop their pants, hike up their dress, or spring their tentacles at you,” I told her, patting her knee. “Even me if I swung that way.”
“Oh, I’m having plenty of sex. It’s the coffee part I don’t have. Hate the stuff. So bitter and dark that it gives me nightmares.”
Yeah, what to say to that after chugging three buckets of the nightmare fuel just this morning?
“I’m…sorry for your loss.” That was all I could come up with, and I was seriously considering also telling her that this was grounds for divorce and why we couldn’t be friends anymore.
I was joking.
Mmm, but not really though.
Bling burst into laughter. “I wish you could see your face right now. Ilovecoffee. Obsessed with it. It’s like a sexual fetish of mine.”
Silence immediately blanketed the stage as everyone tuned in to Bling’s sexual fetishes, and our once again flourishing friendship. The puddle of Miekil practically vibrated closer to listen in.
“Oh, thank the coffee lord. I thought I was going to have to switch seats with someone.”
“Nope.” She looped her arm through mine, gliding my elbow across the soft sequins of her top. “Please don’t, but seriously though, if you need to talk about anything, I’m here. Until I get voted off the show, that is.”
“Thanks.” I wouldn’t even know where to start, but the idea of having her on my side anyway put a smile on my face.
And then I saw Maxx nearing the stairs, and my smile grew wings. He was all grace and power, beauty and domination, all wrapped up into one irresistible purple-scaled alien warrior king who loved me.
Little old broken Nera had his hearts, same as he had mine.
When our eyes met, a perfect smile broke across his face like sunrays. My pulse exploded, and a flurry of tingles chased over my skin.
I had it bad for this king. So bad.
On his way across the stage, he tipped up my chin and leaned down to claim my lips. The innocent brush of heat instantly sparked into an inferno that blazed a steady ache between my thighs.
As if sensing what he was doing to me, he deepened the kiss and trailed his fingers down my jaw to my neck, and then farther into the deep V of my dress.
We were quickly going from a light PG-13 voyeurism to rated XXX porn, and my horny self was very much on board.
I arched into his touch for more just as he pulled away.
“Is that a proper enough hello for my beautiful star?” he asked softly, his words breezing warmth over my lips.
“It’ll do,” I said breathlessly.
His smile returned, the one he reserved just for me, the sinful one that drenched my inner thighs, and then he turned his broody warning scowl onto everyone else as he strode to his seat.
Bling fanned herself. “It’s like 56.2 degrees hotter here with you and Max.”
Interestingly, but not so much, Miekil reformed himself out of puddle status and took his seat after Maxx did. With Miekil, the lines blurred between mortal enemy and devoted friend toward Maxx. I could tell Maxx noticed too because his scowl deepened.
“Why the point two?” I asked, only half paying attention to anything but Maxx.
