Page 13 of 20% Stud 80% Muffin (Alien Fated Mates #1)

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M y alarm binged, alerting me it was time to wake up. The dim cavern light illuminated the lavender in Makir’s eyes. His lean body was spread, enticingly naked, on top of the few articles of clothing he’d bunched into a makeshift bed around him, like a strange bird’s nest. He would not have been out of place in a harem with slaves to fan him and feed him grapes. His posture, his enticing fragrance, the crook of his smile all screamed ‘serve me, and you’ll be rewarded with endless pleasure.’

I’d be first in line.

His gaze on me forced my cramped muscles to flex, stretching my skin taut. The tether hung lax and languid between us, heavy but content with our forced proximity.

My mind was like mud, so muddled I couldn’t recite the alphabet, let alone make the smart choice to return to Yurstille yesterday with JayJay and everyone else. Compelled to protect and provide for him, I wouldn’t be leaving this cave any time soon with Makir in the state he was.

Sex with Makir was the best and strangest of my life. The scents of ginger, juniper and…sex overpowered the cave’s sulfur smell. My cock stood at attention as if performing tricks for Makir’s steady gaze. Dizzy with lust, I jammed the heel of my hand into my erection for relief.

As I sat, transfixed by his swaying tail, I contemplated the wack changes to my body. Something serious was wrong with my penis. Yesterday, it had not been fatter than a beer can. Also, my cock did not have a lock. I was one hundred percent certain that if my dick had a lock, I would know about it. I tore my gaze away from Makir and glanced at it. Still short but alarmingly fat, I pinched what appeared to be an extra band of muscle at the base between my thumb and forefinger. “What the ever-loving fuck.”

Makir’s devouring gaze followed my hand, where I prodded at my new endowment. “Problem? You need me to hold that for you?”

Nope, nada, I’m good. This was happening a little too fast and a lot too strange. Sweat broke out along my hairline, and I reached for my overalls, twisted up with Makir’s jumpsuit beneath him. I really needed to revisit the medic.

Doctor, I appear to have an allergy that fattened up my penis, grew every muscle of my body and triggered an obsessive attraction to Makir. Oh, and I have a dick lock too.

At least the conversation wouldn’t be with Ginger. The corner of my mouth twitched.

“What’s got you smiling?” Makir purred, and when his tail swayed, it drew my attention to the smooth blue muscles of the stomach he fanned. His eyes no longer switched to silver but remained the lavender I adored. He tucked his long erection back into its protective pouch. It didn’t hide the fact that he was stiff. Then he pinched my side, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

Great, how long have I been standing here staring like a lovesick fool?

“Aren’t you male?” I barked, my voice uncharacteristically deep, and I winced. I wished I’d paid more attention to the interspecies relationship module in my Intergalactic Federation orientation, because I was freaking out. My toe tapped as if I were jacked up on caffeine. In my wildest dreams, I’d never imagined Makir would desire me this way, but the waxy coating, the tine, the womb… It was a lot to process. “Are you related to a kangaroo?” My stomach churned and turned into a queasy mess.

He has a pocket for his dick, for fuck’s sake.

Makir’s pretty eyes turned to slits, and his tail lashed his leg. “Was I not male enough for you a moment ago? Is it Jesus you want instead, or Christ?”

“Huh?” I tilted my head.

“The names you shouted while you used me?” Makir shoved a leg into his jumpsuit and reached for one of the water containers JayJay had dropped off. JayJay and I were long overdue for a chat.

“Used you?” I growled and tried to put my T-shirt on. It wouldn’t even fit over my shoulders.

Did he mean I used him because I didn’t wear a condom?

“I should’ve used a condom, you’re right, but I’m negative I’ve only had one partner before this.” Fuck, I hadn’t meant to divulge that much information. Now he would believe I was some insecure little boy. Damn it, and he would be right—except for the little part. I cupped the heavier weight between my legs.

The cave’s humidity agitated my skin, and Makir’s alluring scent consumed me from the outside in. I needed space, or I wouldn’t be able to control myself. Again.

I threw my useless shirt to the ground before storming off. “Going to explore the cave. ”

Makir launched himself behind me as if compelled to remain close. His hand trembled when he grabbed the bag of supplies. “Sounds good. I’ll just…join you.” His voice wavered.

My stride faltered. I did not like his insecurity one bit. Hadn’t he enjoyed the sex? I’d thought he was into it.

Shoulder to shoulder, we moved through the cavern. It gradually narrowed and sloped deeper. The smooth ebony walls along the tunnel sank into pink earth, where humidity coated them with a thick vegetative slime. As we descended farther underground, the light dimmed, and the moist air turned oppressive.

I stumbled and dragged my hand along the wall. “Jesus Christ isn’t a guy I’ve dated. It’s a swear word.” My toe caught on another lip of the uneven ground, and I tripped. “Damn it, I can barely see a thing.” I hoped a little conversation might make this whole heat thing a little less slam-bam-thank-you-ma’am. “Damn’s also a swear word on Earth. Kinda weird, but a lot of swears are based on religion, and believers get pissed when you use them. But they’re just words to me.”

Makir hummed. “Like when I call out ‘thank the goddess Sola.’ Okay, I see what you’re saying.”

The tunnel curved, and the passageway opened up, revealing a large spring. The sulfur stench of it overtook Makir’s crisp juniper scent, and steam rose from it in veiled sheets. I dipped my finger into the pool to test the temperature, then jerked it out with a hiss. A hot spring. A cold plunge would’ve been preferable to keep my attraction under wraps, but I welcomed a good wash.

Makir leaned in and grasped my wrist before he brought my tender finger to his lips. And then he blew. “Did you burn your finger?” His tail skated over my calf.

I was hard as a rock in an instant. His breath had a direct line to my dick, but trying to discern the ‘come-hither’ expression from the ‘back-off’ look, I had no idea how to respond. One moment he leaned closer, the next, he dropped my hand and spun around. A second longer, and I would’ve devoured his lips. Talk about mixed messages.

Makir marveled at our beautiful surroundings. “Wow, this is spectacular!”

It really was. I stuffed my hands into my pockets. “Stay turned around.”

“What? Why?” Makir twisted his neck toward me. He held his stomach, wincing while his pupils dilated into pools so dark I could drown in them.

He’s suffering, but why?

“I want to take off my overalls.” My voice deepened as my self-consciousness grew. Yes, my actions were ridiculous. I’d been naked not long ago. But my mind was still operating at fifty percent capacity, much too aware to let my muffin top flop around in front of Makir and his long, lean body.

“Goddess Sola above, what have I got myself into?” Makir muttered to the dripping ceiling as he turned to face the slimy wall and placed the supplies on a dry rock. “Crazy human.” He gripped his stomach again and moaned.

Hot water sloshed over my skin. “I’m in now. You can turn around.”

Naked, Makir whimpered behind me, then he followed. Water lapped around his trim waist with each stiff step he took. His eyes were as big as saucers and flickered toward the shoreline before he squeezed them shut. His tail slapped frantically where it broke through the surface.

“Is your species related to cats?”

Why couldn’t I ask him what I really wanted to know? Why can’t I stay away from you? What are you doing to my body?

His lips pursed, and his lavender eyes narrowed and flicked to mine. “Cats? The little Earth creatures that meow, claw your laps and don’t listen?”

The translation was remarkably accurate, so I nodded, then cringed at my insult and tried again. “Your tail is similar…” Grasping at straws, I added, “And they don’t like water.”

“My tail…” His nostrils flared. “Is not in any way similar to a cat.” His teeth bit down on the T. His mane curled around his face in long, wet coils I wanted to slip my fingers in. His tail flicked—in irritation? He stopped, panting, trying to catch his breath. “And what…is it about me…that resembles the giant vermin…you called a kangaroo? ”

I stepped toward him as his breathing grew shallower. “Are you okay?” No way would I mention the part of him that reminded me of a kangaroo. Not with a ten-foot pole. Also, I don’t think he would have appreciated me telling him that lions were among Earth’s most majestic and fierce beasts. The way his hair spread around his head, over his pointed ears and down his back looked leonine.

Would I tell him that? Hell no. He could envision himself as a domestic kitty that purred for affection and kneaded my lap all he liked.

When he stood there, unresponsive, I couldn’t resist teasing him. “You like the water then?”

He took a defiant step toward me, then his slitted eyes leaped from irritated to panicked as he plunged in over his head.

I chuckled. He must have found a pothole.

Makir’s arms and tail splashed desperately above the surface of the hot spring.

A moment later, the hairs on my arms stood at attention. The tether snapped taut, like an alert from a flashing red beacon.

Fuck, he can’t swim.

I dove forward, grabbed his flailing limbs and pulled him through the water to me. My arms wrapped so tight around his chest that I’m sure it took him longer to recover from his coughing fit because of my stranglehold. But I couldn’t let go.

He pushed against my shoulder for release. “I’m fine,” he sputtered.

I pulled him back into my arms. “You’re not fucking going anywhere.”

Soaked lashes rimmed sparkling lavender eyes. “Aww, isn’t that cute?” He coughed. “You do like me.” Then he pecked me on the nose.

He looked like a drowned lion. Beautiful. “Why didn’t you tell me you can’t swim?” I growled.

He looked away. “It didn’t seem necessary.”

“Didn’t seem necessary? You almost fucking drowned!” My voice rumbled, my body vibrated, adrenaline pumped through me and my internal temperature rose to match the hot spring. Under normal circumstances, tai chi would alleviate my restless energy, but no amount of tai chi could abate this .

“Let’s cool you down a bit, shall we,” Makir purred, as if the soft rattle in his chest was driven by a sixth sense. Makir led us deeper into the spring, toward a second pool of cooler water that soothed my fevered skin.

His pulse hammered where I grasped his wrist.

I sighed in relief. A perfect alcove opened before us. A cool spring fed it and tempered the water, and when a shelf carved from ebony stone revealed itself, I sucked in an awed breath. The previous inhabitants of Tern must have used these hot springs.

Makir shook out his fur, showering me in a spray of water droplets. “Sorry.” He ducked his head sheepishly. “It’s involuntary. Blanted water. I hate it.”

I’m such an idiot. Why didn’t I talk to him before filling his courtyard with a giant-ass swimming pool?

Makir’s purr grew louder. The deep baritone reverberated from the tips of my toes to the top of my head. The fur on his tail parted and sucked over the bare skin of my ankle, still tender from where I had twisted it over a week ago. It awakened every nerve, and I about drowned in his alluring ginger scent.

Lost again to the frenzy pumping through my veins, I inhaled long drafts of smoky juniper from behind his ear and along his collarbone as I sucked the wet nape of his neck.

“You smell so good, little lion.” I nuzzled the smooth blue skin where it met the fur of his torso.

Makir was so gone he didn’t even comment on the endearment. Instead, he swung a leg over my lap and straddled me on the bench. Water sloshed between us. His erection stiffened inside his dick pocket and pushed into my belly. His nose dipped to my neck, and he inhaled. His body shuddered where it pressed against mine, and he licked cool water from my beard.

Makir lowered his hips and he ground against my rigid length, sending waves of desire deep into my stomach. His tail jumped everywhere—first, one nipple, zing , then the other, and finally around my belly button. The wet fur swished inside it, a direct line to my groin .

“Mmm…” I groaned while I grabbed the firm globes of Makir’s ass, spread and kneaded them. My erection bumped against the base of his pocket and his tail fluttered over my relaxed belly. I didn’t care in the least. He reached into his pouch with his tail, and his leaking dick emerged.

Yes, to the magical powers of a tail!

Water swirled around us like hot tub jets, drowning out my moans. My fingers worked their way into Makir’s crease, and I rubbed my thumb around his softening pucker, occasionally dipping in to collect the slippery wax.

“I’m… I need you in me.” The lavender of his eyes swirled, and he closed them on a whine. His tail wrapped our shafts, and the tip feathered over them as the water lapped at our legs. The fur on his tip spread, and he lifted his tail until the small suction pad latched on to one nipple, sending a burst of electricity over it, then the other. My knees quaked, the drawn-out suction and low vibrations pushing me to new heights.

Too soon, my hips jerked up. “Shit. Stop, or I’ll cum.”

Makir’s tail released me, and his hand wrapped around the thick band circling my base. Then, with his hot grip, he positioned my erection at his entrance. “Geo… Need you so bad. I’m sweltering. It hurts. I need…”

Makir’s eyes dilated. Perspiration beaded his brow, and his hips circled like crazy, chasing my cock when I took control. I traced his pucker with my cum-smeared head.

I nibbled the tendon on the side of his neck and licked it with the flat of my tongue. Unable to get enough of his crisp juniper scent, I inhaled a drugging breath. Makir’s wet curls trailed across my cheeks. They left rivulets of water that I sucked into my mouth. I continued to rub his rim with my cockhead, waiting until he was as crazy for me as I was for him.

My words were guttural. “I’ll give you what you need.”

“Geo, please… It hurts.” Makir moaned, forcing himself down on me.

I kneaded his ass cheek with one hand, spreading him further, preventing him from lowering himself as I kept up my slow rub. “I’ll give you what you need. When you’re ready.” My arm trembled, not from holding him but from holding back. Instinct drove me.

Makir’s high-pitched whine echoed through the cavern. “I’m ready. So…ready. Now, alpha!”

I wrapped my hand around the base of his tail and lifted until every muscle in his body submitted to me. “Not until I say.”

But the truth was, the moment he’d screamed alpha, my control had evaporated. My lips blindly met his in a sloppy kiss, and I inserted my well-lubed head into his needy hole.

“Ungh…” Makir jerked and relaxed down my length, muttering something to the goddess Sola the whole time.

My pelvis tilted, and I pushed his hips down until my full balls settled against his fur. “Hell yes!”

Makir dropped his head to my shoulder, and his whine transformed into a deep purr, like a rumbling engine. Like white noise, his purr blocked all sound, heightening my senses. The tip of my tongue dipped into the water droplets sprayed over his face. A zing of ginger hit my tastebuds. Then I traced the circle of his lips and dipped in. My tongue synced to the same rhythm as my plunging cock. Makir undulated his spine—it rippled long and limber, turning sex into dance.

Holy hell, it had never been like this. I’d never imagined it could be so good.

Makir panted as I gripped his hips so hard there would be bruises under his gorgeous blue fur.

“More, alpha, more,” he gasped. “I need it all. Give me everything. Don’t hold back.”

I leaned back against the cool wall. Grasping his shoulders, I guided his body away from mine to change the angle of penetration. “I know exactly what you need.”

I pulled out and thrust back in with one hard push. And there it was again. My cock bumped against that… spot. With each clench of his passage, it begged me to enter, called me, and told me how much better it would be if I could only be…inside.

But I hesitated. Last time, I got the impression I’d done something wrong when I entered his…womb.

He grunted and jerked as I ran my thumb around his slippery pucker.

“Christ, why does this feel so good?” I swallowed as saliva pooled in my mouth. Makir’s tail latched on to my nipple—zing—and that was all it took. I punched through to heaven.

Fuck! I’d been trying to stop that from happening, but it felt incredible. It took every ounce of control I had to pull out again.

Makir whined, grabbed my dick and slotted me back into his hot channel. “No. Need you.”

He bounced up and down on my dick, coaxing the entry to his womb with each downward motion. I closed my eyes in ecstasy for a moment, then, with a sharp inhale, I gripped his hips and held him still. “Tell me exactly what you want.”

His lavender eyes, ravenous with lust, met mine. “You, Geo. Just you.”

My mouth went dry, and I could barely swallow. Water sloshed between us, maintaining the pumping rhythm of the past moment, and his resonant purr blocked all attempts at reason. But I persevered. “Do you want me inside? All the way inside?”

Makir nodded.

This was the precipice of something bigger. “Say it.”

“Your lock.” His tail trembled like a leaf where it lay in the crease of my elbow. He lifted his finger to my lower lip. “I’ve never wanted another’s lock as I want yours. Geo, I need you inside my womb.” His finger drew a line across my lip. “I trust you.”

I sucked his finger into my mouth and drank in the red-hot need in his eyes. “I’d give you every star in the heavens if I could.”

Makir gasped. My hands released his hips, and he plunged down my length. I’d never been harder in my life. Sweet bliss enveloped me, and I knocked my head back against the smooth stone as my neck curved. I lifted his leg and rocked my hips harder. My dick surged, plumped and again locked me inside. “Fuck, yeah.” I ground my teeth as I came.

Makir almost tipped out of my lap as I opened my eyes, and I slung my arm behind him. He arched backward, his long mane dipping into the water, exposing his pretty ears. His eyes flickered shut as he savored the pull of my lock.

Makir’s erection stood tall over his stomach, and I couldn’t resist brushing my calloused thumb over his tine, then pinching it a little.

His eyes snapped open. “Oh, goddess…”

Near boneless in my arms, his ejaculate dripped from his softening length down the muscles of his abs. I blinked twice and inhaled. Dim light drifted through long, thin holes pockmarking the stone ceiling, sending slivered sunbeams over the water. They played over every inch of Makir’s body, highlighting the curves of muscle and shadowing the dips. An image forever saved in my memory.