Page 10 of Interstellar Love Song (Villains in Space #3)

MICAH

Must. Breed. My. Mate.

Mineminemine.

My vision tunneled on the unfamiliar creature above me, somehow instinctively knowing what I saw was a facade—that what lay beneath was mine.

Mine to breed.

The disguise wasn’t unpleasant. My mate’s adorably wrinkled face, framed by a crown of green and autumn-colored leaves, was staring down at me with the tastiest hint of fear.

Vine-like arms were crossed over his bare chest protectively, and my gaze roamed over his purplish-gray hued skin, admiring the texture that reminded me of the underside of a mushroom.

That explains the mycelial networks…

What ?

I shook the useless information from my head. If it didn’t relate to breeding my mate—to pinning him down and covering him with cum, inside and out—I wasn’t interested.

As if sensing my intent, the creature’s amber eyes widened, briefly flickering to reveal familiar stars beneath.

There you are.

“You should start running,” a voice said from somewhere behind me and I enthusiastically agreed.

Yes.

Let’s play chase.

I was born to dominate anyone who challenged me, and I was confident I possessed the power to do exactly that, in this and every moment.

The creature—my mate— slowly rose and began backing away, keeping their wary gaze locked on mine. In turn, I watched them like a hawk following the movements of a mouse in a field below, knowing it was only a matter of time before its talons sunk into supple flesh.

Start. Running.

“Only running,” he said through gritted teeth before turning and taking off across the grass.

Why the hell would he bother saying that?

Aside from the ridiculousness of the prey thinking they could make the rules in this scenario, it wasn’t like I could fly or teleport.

Wait …

Can I?

Before another wayward thought could distract me, I gracefully rolled to my feet and stalked after my mate, thinking of all the ways I’d defile him once he was cornered. Licking my pollen-dusted lips, I groaned as the sweetest taste of honey sparkled over my tongue, making my dick throb.

Imma fuck my babies into him.

Thanks to the long legs of his disguise, my mate was outpacing me, and I realized I was in serious danger of losing him to the hedge maze straight ahead.

I could star hop and catch him instantly.

As soon as this strategy rose to the surface of my mind, violent movement inside my chest had me nearly stumbling over my own feet.

“No, Micah! No star hopping where they can see us.”

I glanced back over my shoulder. The line of alien creatures were barely paying us any mind, and those still watching the action seemed vaguely disinterested.

Good.

Stay out of my fucking way.

As soon as I entered the hedge maze, I paused and extended my superhuman senses outward—tracking my target. Picking up nothing but dead silence, I deeply inhaled, frowning when I couldn’t even catch the scent of my mate.

It’s probably because he’s literally one with nature…

Well, two can play at that game .

With a smirk, I covered myself with a scent-blocking shield and scrambled the visuals for a deep woods camo effect. Then, I switched my glasses to heat-seeking mode and advanced once again.

Come out, come out, wherever you are.

A rustling to my left had me freezing mid-step. When I turned to face the noise, it happened again, and I realized it was nothing but a diversion.

Because my mate is an ambush predator.

Just like me.

Briefly closing my eyes, I turned my senses inward instead, tapping into the two-person network I’d formed with this creature long before we’d arrived on this planet.

A wicked grin curled my lip as I felt the faintest shift in the space between atoms from just beyond the hedge directly in front of me.

There. You. Are.

My options were to stealthily creep up from behind, forcefully punch my way through the foliage, or do the one thing I’d been told not to do.

There’s nobody here but us now…

Before my prey could sense my presence, I star hopped to the other side of the leafy wall, my smile stretching wide to see my mate caught off guard by me for once.

He disappeared into thin air, but I was tapped into our connection with a surgeon’s precision. Unleashing my starry tendrils, I reached through the ether and dragged his ass back before tossing him onto the grass.

“W-hat? How?!” he stuttered in disbelief before his eyes narrowed dangerously. “You don’t play fair.”

“No. I don’t.” I laughed, disengaging my shields and unbuckling my belt before wrestling my aching dick free. “I play to win.”

Apparently, someone was feeling bratty, as he attempted to scramble away on foot. With a snarl, I unleashed my mechanical tendrils this time and roughly yanked him closer before pinning his gnarled wrists and ankles to the earth, like a butterfly in a glass case.

Such pretty little prey.

“Micah, I…” he gasped as I wrenched his legs apart, searching for my prize. “I don’t have… This skinsuit is not equipped for penetration.”

We’ll see about that.

A distant voice in the back of my mind insisted that penetration wasn’t necessary, but all I could focus on was my near-blinding need to impregnate my mate.

My…

Ziggy.

“Micah, please…” Ziggy’s voice had taken on a desperate edge that had me ready to make a hole if I needed to. “Please mate with me.”

What Space Daddy wants …

Before I could straddle his chest and fuck his face—deciding that pollen-producing orifice would do the trick—he arched backward with a low moan, his strong limbs shaking in my restraints as he thrust into the air.

So fucking hot.

I hungrily watched as a stalk emerged from his pelvis, thickening as it grew before sprouting a gilled cap, fluttering as it strained toward me.

The obvious solution would be for me to ride him, but I felt compelled to find another way. As I observed his mushroom head undulate like a jellyfish beneath the waves, exposing the pollen lining its gills, I realized I’d identified my mark.

“Don’t fucking move,” I growled, releasing his ankles so I could lift his thighs and press them against his ribs. “I want that freaky sex pollen all over my dick.”

Ziggy whimpered as I lined up my shaft with his stalk, tucking myself under his cap. My plan was to jerk us off together, but then his cap closed over my crown and began to suck.

“Fuuuuuckkkkkk…” I groaned, partly from my dick being enveloped in tight, mushroomy goodness, but also because it felt like sex pollen had just been mainlined into my bloodstream.

Yes to thisssss.

My mate made a primal sound that had my predatory instincts firing up all over again, but before I could take over our fungi frotting situation, he unleashed a dozen thorny vines to trap me flush against him.

“What’s the matter, baby?” I slurred, rocking my hips as best I could with how immobile I now was, “You afraid I can’t get the job done.”

“You have no choice,” he hissed, tightening his grip everywhere. “You’re going to give me your seed until I’m finished with you.”

Being used as a babymaking fucktoy by my mate sounded excellent to space slut Micah, but this rival creature reclaiming control didn’t sit well with my supe’s need to dominate.

Before I could use my powers to break free and fight, Groot-Ziggy blew more pollen into my face, sending me into feral sex beast mode all over again.

Fuck I just wanna fuuuuu…

Nothing existed after that except mindless need.

Pulsing euphoria had me chasing my release over and over—and Ziggy rhythmically milked me until I had nothing left—but still, I couldn’t stop.

Pleasure mixed with pain as his vines cut into my skin, my blood soaking the ground beneath us like an offering to the gods.

Must.

Breed.

My…

When I regained awareness, I was lying flat on my back in the grass next to a stone fountain, in what appeared to be the center of the hedge maze. I blinked up at the yellow-tinged sky, determining the sex pollen was out of my system before sitting up and looking for my man.

My freaky-deaky Groot Daddy .

All post-fuck satisfaction vanished when I spotted him perched on the edge of the fountain with his leafy head hung low, radiating sadness.

“Zig?” I scrambled to my feet and hustled over. “Are you okay?”

He raised his head and blinked at me before reaching for my wrist. “Are you okay, Micah? I made you bleed…”

I patiently allowed him to examine my arms—which were mostly healed up already, thanks to my supe healing. “You know I like it when we play rough. Why don’t you tell me what’s really bothering you.”

Ziggy froze before releasing me, sighing as his gaze returned to his lap. “It didn’t work.”

Huh?

“What didn’t work?” I asked before glancing around. “Did we miss our audience with the gurus…?”

I’m sure we can just cut the line again.

Villain-style.

“No, that’s not an issue. It’s…” He awkwardly gestured toward the area on his body where that enjoyable as fuck mushroom dick had been. “I wasn’t able to complete the mission.”

What…

Oh.

Oh no .

I grabbed his wrists this time. “Zig… I hope you know I’m not only trying to knock you up when we play. I mean, yeah, breeding your sexy ass was on my mind just now, but that’s because you blasted me with goddamn sex pollen, dude.”

Not that I’m complaining.

He huffed, adorably flustered. “I didn’t know that was going to happen. The last time I wore this skinsuit was for a routine mission where I only interacted with the locals as much as necessary.”

Interpretation: No one died.

I grinned. “I bet your fun little mushroom cap didn’t emerge then, huh? Because none of these fools are your mate like I am.”

To my delight, he blushed, his spongy skin turning a darker purplish-gray. “It wasn’t little…”

Oh, Zig.

That this bodysnatching idiot still didn’t understand how gone I was for him was absurd.

“Ziggy Andromeda, I do not care how big your fun little mushroom cap is, or if you have one at all. I told you. It doesn’t matter what form you take—I would still know you’re mine.”

I would recognize you anywhere.

He peeked up at me with his ridiculously cute Groot face, but I wasn’t finished. “I love you, Zig, and that love is not conditional on whether you can give me space babies.” When he blushed again, I added, “Not that I mind trying—in every skinsuit. Practice makes perfect, right? ”

Ziggy was quiet for a moment, thoughtfully considering my words, as always. “Should I say the same to you when you get frustrated during training with Leeloo?”

Shots fired!

“You already do,” I laughed, glad to see his humor return. “And you wouldn’t even need to say it because I know. I know you love me unconditionally too—that you’re my partner in all things, no matter what.”

He blew out a slow breath, the tension visibly lifting from his shoulders as he stood. “Good, because you are the most impressive creature in all the galaxies.”

Thanks to you.

“Stellarians.” A deep, raspy voice had us both spinning to face whoever had crept up on us.

And who apparently knows exactly what we are.

Mostly.

When I saw the ancient Xuni wearing a flowing green robe and carrying a jeweled staff of petrified wood, I realized how silly we’d been to think we could hide from the Groot Gurus.

Fucking psychics.

“Come…” the Xuni turned and began shuffling their way out of the maze. “It is time for your audience.”