Page 31 of Alien's Challenge
“Nakkon. No. I have no mate,” he said. “What did your mate do to be removed from your house?” He sounded so damn earnest it was sweet.
“Ex-mate. It wasn’t him. It was me. I got old and fat. He thought he could do better.” The words were poison, but it felt good to speak them, like draining the venom from her body.
Water splashed, and Faris climbed out of the tub. He crouched next to hers, his big red dick right at eye level, hanging between his muscular thighs.
His eyes are up there.
Alice forced herself to look up.
“He is a fool. How many bones must be broken to restore your honor?”
So damn earnest.
“I like you, lizardman.” She wagged a playful finger at him.
Faris frowned and grabbed her hand, turning the palm up. He poked at the pruney skin. “The water is damaging you.”
“Oh, it’s fine. That happens.” She pulled her hand away, aware of how she brushed his thigh.
He watched her intently. “One moment,” he said, then padded away to a stack of towels.
Naked.
Alice stared at his butt. He had a tail. She knew he had a tail, but she had never imagined how that tail would look, thick at the base of his spine and swaying with every step.
Shit, Faris was hot. Like,hothot. She thought that yesterday, but she’d been drugged so that didn’t count. Now her head was clear, and she was drooling over a lizardman’s ass.
A fine lizardman’s ass.
Stop it. You’re going home.
Exactly. You’re going home, a naughty part of herself replied. What does it matter?Get some tail.
He held out a large towel and said in a deep voice, “Let us return to the room.”
Alice climbed out of the tub, water sluicing off of her. Wet hair dripped down her back, and she shivered, exposed to the cold air. If she worried about how her stomach rolls looked, one look at Faris’ hungry gaze erased any doubt that he liked what he saw.
He dried her off with a large towel, his hands clinically brushing along her curves. His dick stood at full attention, letting her know that he enjoyed this. It was a deep magenta, wide in the middle, and came to a point. Ridges ran down the sides. It looked intimidating.
His quills went up slowly, as if asking if she liked what she saw.
“Yes,” she said. “We should definitely go to our room.”
Chapter 9
Alice
Once in the room, Faris handed her a bottle of lube.
“Wow, that’s direct,” she said, awkwardly holding the bottle.
“Will you oil the scales on my back and reapply the ointment to the wound?” He dropped the towel around his waist and sat on the floor.
“Sure, not a problem. You don’t want to know what I was thinking.” She grabbed a pillow to kneel on because her spirit was still in her twenties, but her knees were absolutely thirty-three.
She reapplied ointment on the wound and declared it was healing nicely. Then she warmed up the oil between her hands before spreading it on his shoulders.
His scales were different today, brighter, and smoother. They gleamed in the dim lighting of the room.
