Page 12 of 20% Stud 80% Muffin (Alien Fated Mates #1)

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T he smell of warm summer fields assaulted my senses. “Geo.” I inhaled deeply, unable to fight against my instincts any longer. Heat swamped me. Every nerve tingled and needed to be soothed by my mate.

My mate?

No! Geo was not my mate. The bond was incomplete. I wrestled against my omega’s base needs, struggling to regain control of my body. With the rag tucked in my pocket, I wiped my arms and hands clean of mantu blood.

Last night’s gruesome feeding frenzy had left the grassy plateau soaked with blood and strewn with bodies. In the safety of the daylight, the four of us butchered as efficiently as we could, but with so much waste, my heart hurt.

The tether snapped and settled. When Geo approached, hesitant step by hesitant step, mind-numbing heat spread low in my groin, and my passage relaxed and grew slick with wax. “You can’t be here.” I moaned and clamped my hand over my nose to block his scent. That never worked.

The need to get Geo somewhere alone before my omega instincts completely took over consumed me. With my heat near its peak, it left no room for playing shy. We needed privacy. “D’irk,” I called out, “Me and Geo are mapping out the cave we found earlier.”

With only minutes of clear brain function remaining, I no longer cared how much sense I made. D’irk tipped his head deeply to the side. Geo’s hands spread palms up in front of him as he inched toward me. He appeared equally confused at my words. D’irk’s expression morphed into relief as reinforcements flooded onto the plateau. So many more animals could be preserved now with all the extra hands.

“Hope you boys and girls are ready to get dirty.” D’irk chuckled in the distance, but I only had eyes for Geo.

I’m ready to get dirty. Past ready.

When I rose, my nose filled with Geo’s powerful aroma, sending my tail swaying. My knife fell to the ground, and I walked with an exaggerated tilt of my hips, prowling toward Geo. As much as I didn’t want to believe it, denying I was in full heat right now would be stupid. Without the cold baths, heat suppressants and confined quarters of home, only one thing could slake my need. He happened to be three steps away and smelling of warm summer fields.

The cloth covering his bicep had split, and I wanted to rub my cheek along the round bulb of smooth muscle. His massive pectoral muscles bulged under his bib overalls, the clasps at their breaking point. Pale green eyes were riveted on mine, and his nostrils flared. He stood still, drugged by me. My omega traits pulled him in hook, line and sinker, and for now, he remained mine for the taking.

“This way.” I crooked my finger and sauntered toward the cave we’d found earlier .

He blindly followed my swaying tail. Right where I wanted him.

A smooth gray-and-white marbled stone ramp replaced the springy grass beneath my boots before it reached a narrow entrance. Once inside, the cave opened into a dome. Warm and humid, it reeked of sulfur, and an escape from the ever-present pink dust of Tern proved impossible. It sparkled like glitter where sunlight streamed through the tiny, pockmarked holes in the curved ceiling.

The air crackled with tension. Locked eye to eye, we stood facing each other, suspended in time.

Geo lunged for me, pressed his nose to the soft spot behind my ear where my scent was the strongest and huffed deeply.

“Yes,” I moaned.

He pulled his gloves off and flung them to the ground before he slid his rough fingers down my tail. “Soft,” he growled. His arms bulged as he pinned me to the side of the damp wall. Calloused palms traveled over my hips and ribcage and feathered over my neck, where his fingers twisted into my tangled mane. Sparks erupted over my skin everywhere he touched. I sighed when he cupped the back of my head, freeing the tie holding my mane away from my face.

“Are you okay?” His voice dipped so low it landed in the pit of my belly, stirring up need. Geo’s neck flushed red, and one blunt tooth held down his lower lip as if to punish it. “I was worried.”

I licked my lips, nodded, and bared my neck in submission. Warm summer fields had never smelled this good.

“I’ll tell you later.” The heat built under my skin, impatient for this conversation to end.

He leaned in, and his hot breath skimmed my neckline as he pressed against me from thigh to chest. My knees grew weak when his beard rasped against the thinner skin over my collarbone. “Like velvet.” His deep voice rasped. The point of his tongue tapped against the sensitive skin, a Morse code plea to …

I lost the last vestiges of control when he nibbled up my neck to my jawline. “Oh, goddess,” I moaned. His pheromones drove me past delirium, and I clung to his muscled arms.

Geo grasped my hips and pressed his lips against mine. The little sucking kisses shot directly to my tightening groin. My passageway throbbed, the waxy coating building.

It needed to be filled.

Geo’s tongue coaxed my mouth open. When I yielded to him, his blunt teeth grazed over my lips. Our tongues tangled and untangled—a promise of things to come—muffling my moans until I gasped for air.

“Makir? Geo?” JayJay called from the cave entrance.

Not now. I can’t hold back any longer.

“Fuck.” Geo lurched away from me. His pupils were dilated, and only a tiny sliver of pale green remained when he forced his gaze away. He rearranged himself under his overalls before walking stiffly to the cave entrance while I swayed in a lusty haze.

Geo returned, holding a bag. He rocked from side to side, an arm’s length away. “Told him we found a hot spring, and you wanted to explore the cave a bit more for future hunting trips. To go on back without us.”

“Did he believe that?” I asked cheekily, one brow raised in question as I eyed his rumpled state and swollen lips.

“Not one bit.” Geo’s face flushed red. “He gave me this bag”—Geo tossed the bag to me—“and told me to have fun. They’re leaving and taking your trailer.” His foot traced circles in the soil where it drifted inside the cave and formed ridges.

I smiled to myself. If Geo didn’t know the drill, at least JayJay had caught on.

“Everyone has as much mantu as they can eat, so they’re not too upset about being woken up before dawn to rescue you,” Geo said.

“I didn’t need rescuing.” I peeked into the bag. It held two large containers of water, dried mantu strips and graneth puffs .

Geo’s eyes narrowed. “Ah, did you see the bloodbath out there? What the hell happened?”

“Hot,” I groaned as I shamelessly wiggled my boots free and unzipped my jumpsuit, kicking them both to the side. The demands of my heat overpowered my need to explain the events of the night before. Geo’s pectoral muscles pulsed with each piece of clothing I shed. His gulp was audible when I dumped the water from one of the containers down my arms and over my hands to wash away any lingering blood from the mantu I’d butchered.

“Jesus Christ,” he groaned. “I guess you are into guys,” he said with so much reverence I laughed.

I needed to see him, free of clothes. I wanted him as bare as me. He stood still when I approached and stiffened when I popped the clasps of his overalls.

“Kick off your boots,” I whispered into his ear, nibbling on the soft lobe, so different from a pointy-tipped Lornian’s.

Geo growled and tore at his straps. His overalls stuck where they met his belly. Slowly unbuttoning the sides, I caressed my tail over his wrists to his round shoulders. No wonder he has no trouble with manual labor. The fluffy tip lingered on his bulging bicep and shifted down to dust the ropy veins of his forearm. His eyes locked on mine in a daze. A quick tug freed his overalls from his belly, and they fell to the floor.

“Step out,” I purred.

Geo’s wide eyes were enraptured by the soft rattle of my purr. “Why do I feel like this?”

The roundness of his belly peeped out below his torn shirt, and his hard bulge pressed against his tight white underclothes. I scratched my blunt nails through the sparse hair peppering his exposed belly. Back and forth, scritch, back and forth.

“Jesus.” Geo groaned, shifting onto his tiptoes, taut as a spring. “I’m going to jump out of my skin. ”

His body trembled when I pulled his shirt over his head, exposing his pale stomach and the dark fur on his chest. His peppery musk was incredible. I dove in nose first, rubbing my face up his sternum and nuzzling into the soft tufts of fur in his armpits. They smelled spicy. My hands kneaded his soft belly like a kitten.

“I’m in heat, that’s why.”

Geo dipped forward and suckled first one nipple, then the other, giving each the same treatment as if the other might get jealous. Then, he brushed his thumb around the velvety fur there. Each aching nipple he nursed ramped up my lust. A rush of heat flooded through me all the way to the tips of my ears.

“Geo, I need you.”

“Softer than I imagined,” Geo murmured. My skin sizzled like a drop of water in a hot pan.

Geo fumbled between my legs and brushed over my sensitive pouch. “Where is it?”

With my knees in danger of collapsing, I grabbed his wrist and guided him to the top of my protective pouch, where my erection ached for his touch.

“What the…” He hummed as both of our hands plunged inside to pull my cock out. “So warm.” Exposed to the humid air, my length stiffened further. He murmured something about a kangaroo, but I was too deep into this wave of my heat to make sense of the image the translator showed in my mind. “And blue, too,” he said with awe as he licked his lips.

Of course it’s blue, what other color would it be?

Before I took my next breath, he dropped to his knees and drew my long blue shaft between two plump lips. “Blant, Geo, what are…ungh.”

He pumped my length in and out of his mouth with one rough hand, cradled then massaged my smooth sac with the other. This is the most amazing… When my legs gave way, he wrapped his solid arm under my butt for support. Eons later, he released my cockhead with an audible pop before he twisted his hand around my base and squeezed up, forcing out a pearly bead of liquid .

An inferno built inside of me. I swiped moisture from my brow. The demands of my heat required penetration and his release inside me, but… Goddess, why does this feel so much better than normal? His fingers circled my tine as I panted.

Blant, I loved it when a partner played with that little spot. Past alphas had paid no attention to the pleasure my tine gave me. Instead, they’d made my heat about what I could give them.

My fingers sifted through his dark hair. “Bless the goddess Sola. Why don’t more alphas suck?”

“What’s this?” He gently pinched the bump halfway up my erection before circling my engorged head with his tongue and sucking it till it grew dark and purple with need.

“Huh?” I moaned. My fingers spread over the back of his damp neck—softer than a bush-tailed montie. His broad tongue ran up the length of my throbbing dick as his rough beard brushed against the sensitive fleshy bump halfway up.

“Ungh… It’s my tine. For your pleasure.” I groaned as Geo squeezed another drop of seed from my engorged cock. “Stimulates your gland inside. No more, please…” I begged. “Need you inside.” I was burning up.

He grazed his teeth over my tine and said, “Maybe I like sucking because I’m not an alpha.”

That’s cute. With no time to explain, I crouched, gathered our clothes, wove them into the most haphazard nest imaginable, and walked on hands and knees into it. Then I tilted my hips and presented my ass to Geo as an omega in heat to his tethered alpha.

“Jesus Christ.”

That name again. I’d have to ask Geo who Jesus Christ was later. Didn’t humans understand it wasn’t proper to call out another’s name when I was presenting myself?

My heightened senses picked up the swoosh of fabric over skin when he slipped out of his tight white undergarments. I regretted not taking the time to feast my eyes on Geo’s hard bulge, but I would burn up if he didn’t get his cock into me right this instant. I arched my back more to entice him and purred deeply.

“Fuck, you’re slippery.” One finger circled my passage and timidly entered up to his knuckle. His body loomed over me, encapsulating me in his summer fields’ scent, driving me to my elbows.

“More, please, Geo. I need all of you.”

A second finger entered my passage and scissored, opening me further. When his thumb dipped in, I shivered.

“What the fuck?” Geo groaned.

I turned to see him smear my wax over his plump head. His cock was slightly darker than the rest of his skin and deliciously thick. Bonic no longer needed to confirm whether humans were compatible. I trembled as our scents mixed. “Geo. What’s wrong?”

“It’s just that my dick seems to have grown.” He wrapped his hand around it with wide eyes and pumped once before releasing it. “Never mind.”

The way he fisted the sensitive base of my tail with one hand as he fingered my opening for an eternity was obscene. My knees shook as he tested how ready I was for him. I trembled, more prepared for him than for any alpha who had serviced me through a heat. Not sure what the holdup was, I groaned in relief when Geo’s plump head tapped my opening.

My body quaked with anticipation. Then, with a long groan, he pressed his fat cockhead firmly into my puckered hole. The tension before the give—like ecstasy.

He held himself still, breaching my tight ring, and groaned. “You’re so slick.”

One impressive thrust later, my slippery passage stretched to a delicious fullness. My hips loosened, and my back arched more. His cock stretched my opening so wide, that any farther and I thought it might split. The perfect blend of pain and pleasure.

“So good.” I pushed my hips back and ground down. “Faster, Geo. I’m ready.” A purr rattled deep in my chest .

His fat cockhead popped all the way out, and he pressed it through my clinging hole again before he shifted his hips ever so slowly. Shallow thrusts forced my legs wider. The cave’s humidity slicked my skin with sweat and heightened his summer field aroma. His thumb circled the bump of ridges around my pucker in a mesmerizing thrum, thrum, thrum as he plunged deeper. My whole body turned liquid—the sex was so good. It couldn’t possibly have gotten better… but it did. The broad, round head of his erection bumped the entrance to my sensitive womb.

I whined.

Geo sucked on my shoulder blade. “You taste as good as you smell.”

My opening was so shallow that most alphas forced their way into my womb before I was ready. But, for the first time, the nerve endings lining the entrance to my womb hummed in pleasure. Each exquisite hit from his short, wide cock knocked against it, begging for entry. I moaned at the intense pleasure and melted deeper into the nest of our clothes. My greedy ass lifted.

“Let me see those ears.” Geo withdrew and flipped me so I faced him. Then he nuzzled into my temple before the pointy tip of his tongue traced the shell of my ear. I swore he muttered, “Mine.” He bit the tip sharply, and when I jerked up, his beard rasped over my nose.

Sweat dripped from Geo’s brow. His knees spread wider as he gripped my hips firmly, hiking my legs up before he thrust inside in one long stroke. The air smelled like my favorite place in my most scandalous dream. Summer fields and a peppery musk that was all Geo. His harsh breaths hit my collarbone. I was burning hot, his hands fused to my hips like a brand. Only an orgasm would provide relief from the unbearable inferno.

“Please, Geo.”

“What the…” Geo growled. The furry tip of my tail reached between Geo’s legs, and I applied suction to the spot right behind his balls.

“Holy mother of god. ”

“Geo,” I gasped his name in ecstasy as he jolted forward, his rock-hard cock finally pushing through the entrance into my womb.

His cockhead grew even fatter. When he finally locked himself inside my warm chamber, I erupted. Glorious relief pulsed through my limbs. My release marked his stomach, the tether thickened as if pleased, and the incomplete bond grew more substantial.

With a hoarse shout, Geo surged upright, hips hilted, and threw his head back. Streams of cum sprayed the inside of my womb, dousing the fire of my heat. Each of my muscles shuddered and turned languid, the volcanic heat replaced by cool satisfaction.

Although I wanted his lock, my jaw tightened in anger unconsciously when he gave it to me. An alpha should never lock without permission. They were trained not to. While in heat, an omega could become pregnant. My shoulders pressed into the nest and the hard ground below. Good thing I was broken.

Still, I loved the floating sensation. Plus, I was in no position to blame my worst enemy for impropriety at the moment, let alone a human who likely had no idea he’d overstepped.

Geo tugged at his lock, pulling a groan out of my liquid body.

“Relax, give it a minute. It will unlock,” I mumbled, drugged by pleasure.

“What have you done to me?” Geo’s hoarse voice rumbled.

Done to him? What’s the matter with this guy? He’s no virgin.

“What are you talking about?” My bliss faded away much too soon for my liking. Geo wrecked the moment of quiet before the storm, because if this was like any other heat, things were just getting started.

“Why can’t I get out?” He jerked at the lock again, and my womb shuddered.

“Be still. It’s your lock. It will let go from my womb in a few minutes.” My tone may have been a little firmer than necessary.

His eyes narrowed to slits. “I don’t have a lock.”

“Erm, I beg to differ.” I gazed into his pale green eyes. Only to find confusion, the desire of moments before long gone .

“Womb?” Geo’s pinched brows furrowed further.

Oh, boy. What planet is he from, anyway?

I sucked in a breath. That was it. Only Lornian alphas had serviced me before, and Geo was from Earth. The flutterers and the buzzers were clearly a little different on his planet.

Geo fell flat on his ass as the lock broke. His soft belly rose and fell rapidly. He looked bewildered and muttered something about condoms that didn’t quite translate.