Page 22 of 20% Stud 80% Muffin (Alien Fated Mates #1)

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B onic sat at my long kitchen table with a container of whiskey in front of him. “When will I meet this alpha who has swept my brother off his feet?”

Bonic had been my protector my entire life, and while I was happy his pheromones no longer affected me in the same way, it signified my independence and saddened me. Though he would always protect me as a brother, his role as family alpha existed firmly in the past.

My tail whipped behind me in excitement, giving away the forced calm of my voice. “He’ll be here any minute. His best friend just arrived, and he’s getting her settled.” I washed away the pheromones Bonic fanned my way as he tried to calm my jangled nerves. His alpha instincts to soothe me as he had done my whole life had been triggered. My eagerness to have Geo at my side was tempered with nerves over him meeting my brother. “Quit it. He’ll be frustrated if he smells you on me.”

Jast held her round belly, laughing at my expense. “Finally, there’s someone who understands Bonic’s alpha in hyperdrive.” Her light blue fingers smoothed over the rich fabric covering her firm belly. “It’s been working overtime ever since this seed was planted.”

My tail brushed over Jast’s knee. “Better you than me. I’ve been dealing with him ever since his alpha designation revealed itself.”

“Fine.” Bonic huffed in a very un-alpha-like manner and slumped into his chair. “I know when I’m not welcome.”

A knock sounded at the front door. My heart tripped, and I spun to face my brother before forcing myself into a calm walk to answer it. “I expect your best behavior.” I pointed at him.

His shoulders slumped farther as he let out a “Hrmph.”

“Hey, hey, Mak.” Raz’s tongue slithered over the nickname he’d given me. His heavy hand landed on my shoulder, and my fur stood on end before I stumbled backward.

Blant. I should’ve looked through the door hole. Raz had made himself scarce after Geo’s threat.

“The delicious s-s-smell coming from your dwelling is wafting through my door.” The sharp outline of his spiky teeth flashed in his open-mouthed grin. “I thought I would come and ask you for the recipe s-s-since you kindly shared your mantu with me.”

My fists clenched at my sides. I’d suspected when I’d given Raz some mantu that he might take it for more than face value—me paying back a debt, as any Lornian would. He’d fed me often when I’d lived off nothing but ration bars, and I owed him.

Raz’s talons clicked across the polished concrete floor as he strode toward my brother, uninvited, with an awed expression strangely out of place on his long jaw .

“I wouldn’t have interrupted if I knew you had visitors-s-s.” His tongue rattled on the ‘s’ sound.

What is he up to? He’d seen me with my brother and his mate when they arrived.

“Makir’s sharing a recipe from his friend D’irk with us.” Jast’s helpful voice carried from the kitchen, where she filled a container with water.

Raz’s unnatural focus on my brother wavered as his gaze locked on Jast’s pregnant belly. He dipped his head as he neared my brother and bowed forward in a formal greeting. “I, Raz S’Lant of the Third Clan of Hotner, am indebted to you, Bonic Tuniga, High Commander of the Elite Protectors of Lorne, for the aid given while Hotner was under siege from the Jugga.”

Strange. How did Raz know my brother? I stood behind my chair, shuffling my feet from side to side.

Bonic rose and placed a solemn hand on Raz’s shoulder, and Raz’s head lifted to meet his gaze. “There is no debt to bear, Raz S’Lant of the Third Clan of Hotner. Your slate is clean. Hotner has paid the price in those lost.”

Bonic’s ability to slip into his role as high commander awed me, and Raz’s unexpected sincerity had me second-guessing how quickly I’d judged him.

“Well, you must join us for dinner, Raz, and tell us of your time on Tern.” My brother’s commanding voice brooked no arguments.

Raz’s lips turned up in a smug smirk at the invitation as if he had expected it. My stomach dipped. Even if I were curious about how Lorne had aided Hotner, I did not want Raz at my dinner table. “Ah, Bonic…I’m—”

Distracted by the loosening tether, I turned toward the open door, my anxiety easing, and my steps turned light and floaty. I hadn’t seen Geo in days.

“Makir!”

My smile flattened, and as I neared Geo, I was slammed with a wall of summer fields pheromones. Geo’s tense arms were clamped to his sides, trying to rein it in, but the alpha in him broiled too near the surface, and he blew.

“Why the fuck is the door wide open? ”

Yep, there it is. His singular focus narrowed on me, and I shivered under the intensity of his pale green eyes.

From the table, Raz asked, “Are you going to let a barbaric Earthling s-s-speak to your brother like that?”

At Raz’s slithery voice, Geo’s thick knuckles turned white where he gripped a bottle of hiscus wine. The tether between us snapped with electricity. I took a tentative step closer to calm him and bared my throat. Bonic growled in the background, but I ignored him. I suspected Geo lacked awareness of his surroundings, which was confirmed when his possessive gaze nailed me. I needed to get his beast under control.

As I approached, his skin flushed deeper, and perspiration beaded across his forehead. I brushed my knuckles over the back of his hand to loosen his clenched fist and slowly peeled back his fingers until he released his stranglehold grip. I placed the wine on the side table beside the door and threaded my fingers with his in exchange. Geo’s heavy arm snapped around my waist, pulling me to him with a grunt, and the air squeezed out of my lungs.

“Mine,” he rumbled. He ran the coarse hair along his chin over my shoulder where Raz had touched me, then nuzzled into my neck. I sank deeper under the spell of his pheromones as he suckled behind my ears, rubbing his face everywhere he could touch skin.

“Mine, mine.” His raspy voice reverberated through me, sending a bolt of heat to my groin. My womb clenched. The empty void wanted to be filled. His fingers moved to unbutton my shirt, and his hard length pressed into my thigh.

I had to be the sensible one and move this show somewhere private. Geo was going to be mortified over the first impression he’d made on my brother and his mate once he returned to himself.

“What a dis-s-sgusting lack of control,” Raz commented from the dining table. “Certainly, this behavior is not condoned among the High Hold on Lorne?”

Jast’s laughter rang out in the background. “Nope, a possessive alpha over an unmated omega—practically unheard of. ”

“C’mon, I wasn’t that bad…” Bonic’s teasing voice trailed off.

With a quick tug on Geo’s rough palm, I pulled us toward my nest.

Immediately, the tension bled from him as the scent of our togetherness surrounded us. I loved that my sleeping furs smelled of the two of us. I’d been making a habit of not showering before bedtime, and as a result, Geo’s summer fields scent lingered on my furs even though he’d spent next to no time in my room.

Geo’s tongue swept up my neck, from the top of my chest, where he had my button undone already, to the tip of my ear. His attention remained there. My ears seemed to captivate him. He was particularly enamored with the points, and my tail wrapped around his calf in anticipation.

I loved every part of Geo, including the alpha asshole, but we had company to entertain, and his timing was garbage. Though, I was sure they were far from bored.

Geo fumbled over the rest of the buttons on my shirt. “Why do you smell so fucking good?” He dragged his face over the smooth skin on my belly, yanked down my pants and nuzzled deep into the short fur between my leg and groin.

I let out a groan when he reached into my protective pouch and pulled out my straining cock. The tip was wet and shiny and ready for more. I moaned as his mouth closed over my head, and his tongue polished my round knob. It glistened, reflecting the pinks and oranges of the setting sun floating through the lamar ceiling.

I laced my fingers through Geo’s short hair and tugged him back up, whispering in his ear, “Not a chance. It’s not just about me today.” When the soft fabric of his shirt dragged over my sensitive nipples, I moaned. Geo’s hot mouth latched on to one, tugging it with his blunt teeth before slathering it with long licks.

Unused to removing anything but his overalls, I scrabbled with the zipper of his pants. At last, I reached into the stretchy fabric of his undergarments and pulled out his fat cock, drooling at the sight. He may not have been long, but I could barely wrap my hand around his girth .

I notched his plump cockhead below my dripping one and wrapped both hands around us. Juicy with our combined essence, our dicks glided against each other. His head ground down on my sensitive tine. He growled, and I whimpered, my mouth pooling with saliva. I arched back, my lower body pressing into Geo’s solidness. He wrapped one hefty arm around my lower back, his bicep rippling.

He whispered as he hunched over my bent body, “God, so good.” Geo pulled back, and I whined as our dicks separated. He pressed a calloused palm over my heart before he lowered my pants, then kicked his off and carelessly flung them across my room.

Geo picked me up and placed me on my back against the soft white linobee furs. “Yes,” he whispered, his warm lips brushing along the shell of my ear. “That’s it. Purr for me, little lion.”

Until now, I hadn’t noticed the deep, reverberating purrs coming from my chest.

He palmed his thick cock, groaning as he milked himself and collected his thick dew, only to line us up again and wrap his slippery hand around us. His weight settled on me as I spread my legs to accommodate his size and twisted my calves around his. My tail wrapped around the bottom of his ass and snuck between his legs, and the suction hidden amid the furry tip of my tail kissed along his full balls.

His hips jerked forward. “Damn, you don’t play fair.”

My hands gripped his hard biceps as he rocked against me with a heavy, slow slide. His plump head bumped my tine over and over until I wriggled, delirious with need.

Geo’s voice was threaded with dominance, and I overheated when he placed two firm hands on my hips to lock me in place and said, “Stay still.”

A pleading whine escaped my mouth, and he slowed to a painful grind.

“I’ll give you what you need—now wait for it,” he growled. My tail wrapped around his balls and tugged. “Fuuuck…” The word dragged out long and low as his grip tightened, and our lips smashed together. His tongue curled around mine in a sinuous coil, overwhelming my heightened nerves .

“Geo, please, I need to release…” I begged.

“Not yet.” He pulsed slower, pressing his fat head against my tine. Saliva pooled in my mouth as I watched him handle his cock, expertly trailing the plump head sideways over my tine again and again. My toes clenched as he drove me to new heights, and the fluffy part of my tail brushed over the tight pucker of his entrance. I brushed a featherlight touch here and a suctioning kiss there as he kneaded our cocks together.

The heat ratcheted higher and higher, the smell of summer fields and musk an intoxicating drug. But it was the intensity in Geo’s pale green eyes, a direct line to my soul, that toppled me over the edge. “Goddess, the things you do to me,” I breathed.

Geo’s eyes flared at my release. He tasted my ejaculate before coating his dick and finishing himself off, groaning as he watched his release coat the blue skin of my stomach like the white icing on my favorite cake.

“So hot, little lion.” Geo’s voice, now soft, had me never wanting to leave my furs again. If only I could have stayed wrapped in his warmth for eternity. All too soon, my blissful glow morphed into a reality check as muffled conversation drifted to us from the dining area.

Geo’s head snapped up, and his neck and face flared red. “Fuck,” he muttered as he stood, went to the bathroom and returned with a damp cloth to clean me up.

“I’m sorry, Makir. I fucked up again.” His eyes flicked from mine to where he cleaned up my belly, and his lips pinched together. “I’m just going to head home the back way.” He gestured to where the sliding doors opened onto the courtyard. Then he pulled on his pants, his undergarments forgotten in his distress.

Would wonders never cease. An alpha apologizing to an omega? Twice now.

“Hey, slow down.” I stood up and moved closer. “We’ve got this.” I smoothed my palm over the coarse hair on his face and leaned in for a kiss.

I unbuttoned his shirt, then rebuttoned it so the holes lined up correctly and scanned him from head to toe.

“My, aren’t you handsome this evening?” I brushed the palm of my hand over his shoulders, smoothing the crisp fabric.

He bit the inside of his cheek at my apparent approval. “Ginger brought me some new clothes.”

I dragged my hands down the arms of his navy button-up shirt and clasped his hands. “Feeling better?”

His chest heaved when he inhaled. “Let me put my underwear on.”

I took that for a yes and let go of his hands. With his clothes on the right way, I wove my fingers through his once more. “Ready?”