Page 65 of The Alien Reindeer's Bounty
“Oh, say that again but in your mom-voice,” Mads said, stretching out on the bed.
“Mads—”
He shivered.
“You have a mom fetish or something,” she teased but then she imagined how that kink could play out. Her baking cookies in only a frilly apron, letting Mads lick the spoon, then, if he was a good boy, her pussy—
Huh. It was different but she was surprisingly okay with that.
“I don’t understand it, but I am not going to kink-shame you,” she said. As he grabbed her by the waist and tossed her onto the bed, she burst into giggles.
Giggles, at her age.
“Open your gift, female,” he commanded in that sexy voice that made her melt.
“Yes, sir,” she answered, her body snapping to attention.
She tore through the paper and opened a small box. Nestled in white paper, she carefully withdrew a carved deer figurine. “Oh, this is lovely,” she breathed.
The alabaster deer reclined gracefully. Etched hash marks gave the deer’s body a fur-like texture.
“I am not the most skilled, so please forgive my mistakes,” Mads said.
“You made this?” He nodded. “This is amazing. What’s in the center?” She held the figurine up to the light. The core glowed softly, almost as if the object breathed.
“I found the stone on the shore of a frozen sea on an icy planet.”
“This is from outer space.” She turned the figurine over in awe, studying the minute details. It was a wonder. “I love it. Thank you.”
He nodded, pleased. “When I return, we can discuss the box under your bed.”
She blushed but didn’t deny the existence of her box of dildos and vibrators. A woman had needs. He pressed a kiss to the top of her head, then climbed out the window with dexterity.
“I can’t wait,” she breathed.
Mads
The air smelledof burnt ozone. He felt the heat of the ship’s engines and searched the tree line for a shimmer in the air, for the light to be wrong.
There.
The shadows didn’t sit quite right.
“About time. I nearly had my nerve up to drag you away from your human’s den.” Svallin gave an exaggerated sniff. “I do not need to ask what you were doing.”
Chapter 18
Mads
The vehicle pulled neatly up to the abandoned cabin. Years of neglected undergrowth and trees crowded the building. One particularly close tree leaned precariously toward the house and had a limb resting directly on the roof. Vines covered the worn clapboards. Broken glass transformed the windows into empty sockets, staring out into a void.
“Charming. I see why you find Earth so fascinating,” Svallin said congenially.
“This property is owned by one of Karl’s aliases.” Mads spoke in a nearly bored tone. He took the exceptionally scenic route to the property, first driving through the town center near the shopping, where the auras of the gathered humans could dazzle Svallin. The male wore sunglasses, despite the overcast day. Mads then took nearly impassable backroads to their destination. The value was in the journey, after all, and he hoped the tedious journey would send Svallin back to Reilen.
He employed the irritate and annoy strategy. Mads liked to think that Svallin might have been impressed if he wasn’t so vexed.
“I cannot believe this ramshackle heap is what Karl did with the resources Reilen gave him,” Svallin said.
