Page 17 of Grumpy Alien Billionaire (Mates of Veritas #2)

CHAPTER 17

TYLER

T he pug puppy, Chop Suey, flops onto his side on the living room rug, his little belly rising and falling in a contented rhythm. Cindy scoops him up with a laugh, cradling him like a baby.

“Look at you, you little menace,” she coos, scratching behind his floppy ears. “Three hours of chaos and now you’re out cold. You’re lucky you’re this cute.”

“You’re really taking him to bed with you?” I grin, leaning against the arm of the couch. “He’s supposed to be my dog, you know.”

Cindy shoots me a playful glare. “Oh, please. You’re ditching him tonight to go play space princess with your alien boyfriend. Someone’s gotta keep him company.”

“Space princess?” I snort, even as my cheeks heat up. “That’s not a thing.”

“It is now.” She adjusts Chop Suey in her arms, his tiny tongue lolling out in his sleep. “Besides, you’ve got that glow. You know, the ‘I’m getting laid by a literal alien who looks like a billionaire supermodel’ glow. I’m just saying, if I were you, I wouldn’t be hanging around here either.”

I roll my eyes but can’t fight the smile tugging at my lips. “You’re insufferable.”

“And you’re adorable.” She heads toward her room, calling over her shoulder, “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do. Wait, no—do everything I wouldn’t do. Have fun, space princess.”

The apartment falls quiet after her door shuts, save for the faint snores of Chop Suey drifting from Cindy’s room. I sink into the couch, my fingers drumming restlessly on my knee. My mind drifts to Lanz, to the way he looks at me like I’m the only thing in the room, the way his hands feel on my skin, the way he makes me feel like I’m not just Tyler—I’m his Tyler.

It’s ridiculous, really, how much he’s changed me. A month ago, I was just a dog groomer who spent her nights reading spicy romance novels and wondering if I’d ever find someone who made me feel the way those heroes made their heroines feel. And now? Now I’m here, waiting for a car to pick me up so I can spend the night with a seven-foot-tall alien who somehow manages to be both terrifying and the sweetest person I’ve ever met.

I glance at the phone. The car should be here soon. My stomach twists with anticipation, a mix of excitement and something deeper, something I’m not quite ready to name. I’ve never been one to rush into things, but with Lanz, it feels different. Like I’m not rushing at all—like this is exactly where I’m supposed to be.

My phone buzzes on the coffee table, and I practically lunge for it. Lanz’s name lights up the screen, and my heart skips a beat. I swipe open the message.

Your ride will be here within the hour. There’s a package waiting outside your door.

I’m on my feet before I even finish reading. A package? My mind races—more chocolates? Jewelry? Something extravagant, knowing him. I pad to the door, barefoot, and swing it open. There it is: a flat, satin-covered box, sleek and unassuming. No clues, no labels, just a silent promise of something… interesting.

I scoop it up, the weight light but the anticipation heavy. Back inside, I set it on the couch and hover over it for a moment, my fingers tingling. I lift the lid, and my breath catches.

The red teddy is the first thing I see, the fabric so soft it feels like liquid under my fingertips. It’s daring, with strategic cutouts that make my cheeks flush just imagining wearing it. Beneath it, a pair of leather bow ankle bracelets—adorable and sexy at the same time. But it’s the last item that stops me cold.

A sleek, silicone-covered vibrator, elegant and mysterious. I pick it up, turning it over in my hands. No buttons, no controls, nothing. How does it even work? My curiosity wars with the heat creeping up my neck.

My phone dings again, snapping me out of my thoughts. Another text from Lanz.

Did you get the gifts?

I bite my lip, my fingers flying over the screen. I send back a devil girl smiling emoji, my heart pounding.

His reply comes almost instantly. Good. You’re only allowed to wear the contents of the box until I drop you off tomorrow morning.

I stare at the message, my stomach doing a little flip. Only allowed to wear the contents of the box? My gaze flicks back to the teddy, the bracelets, the vibrator. A shiver runs through me, equal parts nerves and excitement.

“Okay, Tyler,” I mutter to myself, clutching the box to my chest. “You’re in deep now.”

I glance at the clock. Less than an hour. My pulse quickens as I head to the bedroom, the box in hand. Time to see if I can pull this off.

I stand in front of the mirror, my reflection staring back at me like a stranger. The red teddy clings to my curves, the cutouts leaving nothing to the imagination. My breasts are exposed, the cool air brushing against my nipples, making them harden. The fabric barely covers my pussy, and my ass is completely bare. The leather bow ankle bracelets are cute, the little ribbons fluttering as I shift my weight. I slip on the strappy red heels, the click of the heels on the floor making me feel powerful, even as my cheeks burn with embarrassment.

My phone rings, and I jump, my heart racing. I grab it, Lanz’s name flashing on the screen. I answer, my voice trembling. “Hello?”

“Put it on video mode.”

I swallow hard and switch to video, holding the phone up so he can see me. His golden eyes widen, and a low growl rumbles through the phone. “Fuck, Tyler. You look… exquisite.”

I blush, my fingers fidgeting with the hem of the teddy. “Thank you.”

“Set the phone down,” he orders, his tone leaving no room for argument. I place it on the dresser, the camera angled to capture my entire body. “Now, pick up the vibrator.”

I reach for the sleek, silicone-covered vibrator, my fingers trembling as I hold it. “I can’t turn it on,” I say, confusion lacing my voice.

“That’s because I’m in full control of it,” he replies, a smirk in his voice. The vibrator buzzes to life in my hand, and I squeal in surprise, nearly dropping it.

“Lanz!” I gasp, my body already reacting to the sensation.

“Now, do as I say,” he purrs. “Start with your nipples. Tease them with the vibrator.”

I bring the buzzing toy to my breast,. I circle my nipple, my breath hitching as pleasure courses through me. “Good girl,” Lanz murmurs. “Now, move it down. Slowly.”

I drag the vibrator down my stomach, the sensation making me squirm. I reach my pussy, the vibrations so close but not quite where I need them. “Lanz, please,” I whimper.

“Patience, Tyler,” he chides. “Now, press it against your clit. Gently.”

I do as he says, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through me. I moan, my hips bucking against the toy. “That’s it,” Lanz growls. “Keep going. You’re so close, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” I gasp, my body trembling on the edge of orgasm.

Suddenly, the vibrations stop, and I cry out in frustration. “Lanz!”

“You’ll have to wait to cum until I decide you can,” he says, his voice firm but laced with amusement.

The idea of him controlling my orgasms sends a jolt of arousal through me, and before I can stop it, I’m cumming, my body convulsing with pleasure. “Lanz, I—I couldn’t help it,” I pant, my cheeks burning with embarrassment.

He chuckles, the sound dark and delicious. “You’re going to be punished for having an orgasm without my permission.”

The thought of his punishment makes me cum again, my body writhing as pleasure overtakes me. Lanz’s laughter fills the room. “We’re in for a long night, Tyler.”

The phone buzzes in my hand, Lanz’s voice cutting through the haze of my post-orgasm daze. “Your ride’s here. Keep the phone on. Go.”

I glance out the window, my heart pounding. The street is eerily quiet, the kind of late-night stillness that makes every sound feel amplified. The limo sits across the street, sleek and black, its windows tinted to an impenetrable darkness. My stomach twists. He’s going to make me walk out there like this, isn’t he? Exposed, vulnerable, completely at his mercy.

“Lanz,” I whisper, my voice trembling. “There’s a car coming. What if someone sees me?”

“Then they’ll see how beautiful you are,” he replies, his tone calm, almost amused. “Now go.”

The cool night air hits my skin as I step outside, the red teddy clinging to me like a second skin. My heels click against the pavement, the sound echoing in the empty street. I feel like I’m in a dream—or maybe a nightmare—every step a mix of terror and exhilaration.

The headlights of the approaching car grow brighter, closer. My pulse races, my legs moving faster. I reach the limo and yank at the door handle, but it doesn’t budge. “Lanz!” I hiss, panic rising in my chest. “It’s locked!”

“Is it?” he says, his voice dripping with mock innocence. The headlights are almost on me now, the engine’s low rumble filling the air. I yank at the handle again, my breath coming in short, frantic gasps.

The door clicks open just as the car passes, and I practically throw myself inside, slamming the door shut behind me. My chest heaves as I collapse onto the plush leather seat, the cool surface a stark contrast to my overheated skin. I glance around, my heart still racing. The limo is empty—no driver, no Lanz, just me and the hum of the engine.

“Where’s the driver?” I ask, my voice shaky.

“You don’t need one,” Lanz replies, his voice smooth and confident. “The AI’s got it covered. And don’t worry—you can scream as loud as you want. No one’s going to hear you.”

I frown, my confusion quickly turning to alarm as the vibrator in my hand suddenly springs to life, buzzing with an intensity that makes me gasp. “Lanz!” I squeal, my body jerking as the vibrations ripple through me.

“You didn’t think I’d let you off that easy, did you?” he purrs, his tone dark and teasing. “You’ve been a very naughty girl, Tyler. And naughty girls get punished.”

I bite my lip, my body already responding to the relentless vibrations. “Lanz, I—I can’t?—”

“You can,” he interrupts, his voice firm. “And you will. Now, be a good girl and show me how much you’re enjoying your punishment.”

I moan, my hips bucking against the seat as the vibrations grow stronger. The limo glides through the empty streets, the city lights blurring outside the window. My breath comes in short, ragged gasps.

“Lanz,” I whimper, my voice barely above a whisper. “Please…”

“Not yet,” he says. “You’re going to wait until I say so. And when I do, you’re going to scream for me.”

I nod, my fingers digging into the leather seat as I try to hold back the wave of pleasure threatening to overwhelm me. The limo turns a corner, the vibrations intensifying with every passing second. I close my eyes, my body writhing as I fight to obey his command.

“Good girl,” Lanz murmurs, his voice a dark promise. “Now, let’s see how loud you can be.”

“Lanz,” I gasp, my voice breaking as the vibrations intensify. “I can’t—I can’t hold on anymore.”

“You can,” he says, voice rock steady, like he’s coaxing a wild animal. “You’re stronger than you think, Tyler. But if you need to let go, I’m here. I’ve got you.”

His words are the final push I need. My back arches off the seat, my fingers clawing at the leather as the orgasm crashes over me like a tidal wave. I scream, the sound raw and unfiltered, my throat burning as the pleasure rips through me. Wave after wave, each one more intense than the last, until I’m certain I’m going to pass out. My vision blurs, my body convulsing, and for a moment, I’m weightless, untethered, floating in a sea of pure ecstasy.

When I finally come back to myself, I’m panting, my chest heaving, my skin slick with sweat. The vibrator falls from my hand, landing on the seat with a soft thud. I feel like I’ve been run over by a truck, but in the best possible way.

“Good girl,” Lanz murmurs, his voice warm and approving. “You did so well, Tyler. I’m proud of you.”

I smile, my cheeks flushing with pride. It’s ridiculous how much those two words mean to me, how they make my chest swell with a strange, giddy satisfaction. I did what he asked. I pleased him. And that feels… incredible.

I lean back against the seat, my body still trembling with aftershocks. My mind drifts, and I realize something that makes my heart skip a beat. I love this. I love him . Not just the sex, though that’s mind-blowing. I love the way he looks at me, like I’m the only thing that matters. I love the way he challenges me, pushes me out of my comfort zone. I love the way he makes me feel—seen, wanted, needed .

“Lanz,” I start, my voice soft, hesitant. I want to tell him. I want to say the words, to let him know how I feel. But before I can, the vibrator in my hand buzzes back to life, and all coherent thought flies out the window.

“Oh, God,” I moan, my body jerking as the vibrations start all over again. My hips buck against the seat, my fingers digging into the leather. “Lanz, please?—”

“Not yet,” he says, his voice dark and teasing. “We’re not done yet, Tyler. You’re going to keep going until I say stop.”

I whimper. The limo glides through the city streets, the world outside a blur of lights and shadows. Inside, it’s just me and Lanz’s voice, his commands, his control. I writhe and moan, my body on fire, my mind a haze of pleasure and need.

“That’s it,” he murmurs, his voice a low growl. “You’re doing so well, Tyler. Just a little longer.”

I nod, between ragged gasps. My body feels like it’s on the edge of another orgasm, but I hold on, waiting for his command. The vibrations grow stronger, more intense, and I bite my lip to keep from screaming.

“Now,” he says, his voice firm. “Let go, Tyler.”

I do. The orgasm hits me like a freight train, my body convulsing, my voice breaking as I scream his name. The pleasure is overwhelming, all-consuming, and for a moment, I’m lost in it, completely and utterly his.

When I finally come back to myself, I’m panting, my body trembling, my skin slick with sweat. The vibrator falls from my hand, landing on the seat with a soft thud. I feel like I’ve been run over by a truck, but in the best possible way.

“Good girl,” Lanz murmurs, his voice warm and approving. “You did so well, Tyler. I’m proud of you.”

I smile, my cheeks flushing with pride. It’s ridiculous how much those two words mean to me, how they make my chest swell with a strange, giddy satisfaction. I did what he asked. I pleased him. And that feels… incredible.

I lean back against the seat, my body still trembling with aftershocks. My mind drifts, and I realize something that makes my heart skip a beat. I love this. I love him . Not just the sex, though that’s mind-blowing. I love the way he challenges me, pushes me out of my comfort zone. I love the way he makes me feel—seen, wanted, needed .

“Lanz,” I start, my voice soft, hesitant. I want to tell him. I want to say the words, to let him know how I feel. But before I can, the vibrator in my hand buzzes back to life, and all coherent thought flies out the window.

“Oh, God,” I moan, my body jerking as the vibrations start all over again. My hips buck against the seat, my fingers digging into the leather. “Lanz, please?—”

“Not yet,” he says, his voice dark and teasing. “We’re not done yet, Tyler. You’re going to keep going until I say stop.”

The limo glides along,, the world outside a blur of lights and shadows. Inside, it’s just me and Lanz’s voice, his commands, his control. I writhe and moan, my body on fire, my mind a haze of pleasure and need.

“That’s it,” he murmurs, his voice a low growl. “You’re doing so well, Tyler. Just a little longer.”

I nod, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps. My body feels like it’s on the edge of another orgasm, but I hold on, waiting for his command. The vibrations grow stronger, more intense, and I bite my lip to keep from screaming.

“Now,” he says, his voice firm. “Let go, Tyler.”

I do. The orgasm hits me like a freight train, my body convulsing, my voice breaking as I scream his name. The pleasure is overwhelming, all-consuming, and for a moment, I’m lost in it, completely and utterly his.