Page 36 of Alien's Challenge
She rolled over onto her belly and raised her hips. She rested her folded arms on a pillow.
Gorgeous.
He admired the luscious fullness of her ass, his hands rubbing and squeezing the flesh. She groaned, pushing back against him.
“Don’t make me wait,” she said, her voice needy, as if she had a fever of her own burning within her.
He pushed his stem into her, moaning at the heat of her. They moved together. With a few strokes, the petals separated from his stem. They expanded within her. With a small adjustment, he slipped one petal out so it rubbed her clit.
The effect was immediate. Alice gasped and quivered, she moaned and cried for more. He pulled back slowly, letting the petals rub along her core, before thrusting in again. No matter how she bucked and begged, he kept the pace steady.
He did not understand how she fit him so perfectly. Their bodies were different, hard and soft, but he could imagine no one else in his arms.
Soon, she clenched around him.
They rested together, limbs entwined. His twin hearts beat a consistent rhythm. Eventually, he realized it matched her single human heart.
This was more than the fever. This was more than attraction and hormonal lust. He admired the fight in her. He liked her, and had from the moment she struck Rand with the end of the blaster.
She was also compassionate. She saw beyond his disfigurement and touched the scarred remains of his frills. No one had…no one had ever touched him like that. It was not pity or kindness. It was yearning. True desire.
For him.
Faris huffed with amusement. He was too old for fanciful thoughts. He said he would return her to Earth. Alice believed him to be an honorable male who kept his pledges.
They needed to leave that day, to start Alice’s impossible quest, before he succumbed to the temptation of keeping her.
He listened to the sounds of the house as it woke for the day. Communications had been restored during the night. His message to Perrigaul had gone through. A reply waited to be read, but Faris was reluctant to leave the warmth of the bed.
Watching Alice drift back to sleep was his priority. Her lips twitched, then grew slack. A rumbling snore escaped her, and it was adorable. This noise was far too loud for such a small being.
* * *
Voices downstairsand footsteps on the stairs caught his attention.
The door opened without a knock. The innkeeper stood in the doorway, framed by light. “There’s a fair number of people looking for you. I told you I don’t want trouble.”
Arguing would not change the innkeeper’s stance. Either Rand’s crew was searching for him, or Rand dangled enough credits to motivate the townsfolk. Either way, they had to leave.
“Thank you for the warning. Is there a back way out?” He sat at the edge of the bed and pulled on his clothes.
The innkeeper pointed to the window. “Don’t fall.”
He huffed, knowing that he’d climbed out of higher windows.
“Alice, wake up.” He shook her shoulder, rousing her. She blinked, bleary. “You must dress. Quickly.”
“What’s going on?”
“We need to leave.”
His words pierced through her grogginess. She perked immediately and lurched out of the bed; her legs tangled in the sheets. Kicking free of the blankets, she dressed in the clothes the innkeeper provided the day before. The sleeves and trouser legs were too long. She rolled up the cuffs and pronounced herself ready.
Faris opened the window. It was a small drop onto a roof, then they could climb down to the ground. Alice squeezed between him and the window frame.
“Oh no,” she said. “Absolutely not.”
“Do you trust me?”
