Page 15 of Interstellar Love Song (Villains in Space #3)

ZIGGY

I suggested we star hop directly from The Knowledge back to the ship, partly because I could tell Micah was upset by the dead end and partly because I’d just liberated an artifact from the library without permission.

They didn’t need it anyway.

I would be the first to admit I could be slightly… obsessive, but when my mate first introduced me to his “Space Married to My Space Husband” Pinterest board, I took that as an open invitation to obsess over his vision for the perfect wedding.

Which requires the perfect proposal.

And now I have exactly what I need to make that happen…

“Ugh! I can’t believe our one lead for these Planet Eaters went extinct!” Micah wailed as we landed in my skinsuit closet. “There are like, a million branches in the Caelestis family tree… How are we supposed to figure out who?—”

“Micah Salah…” The sound of my armored knee hitting the fl oor echoed in the small space. “Will you do me the honor…”

I quickly wrestled the lightsaber— actually a Photon Lance —from my utility belt and presented it to the love of my life before opening my mouth to complete the incredibly important sentence.

Here it goes.

“OHMYFUCKINGGAWD, ZIG!!!” Micah shrieked, yanking off the hood of his robe, most likely so I could witness his disapproval. “Did you… did you steal that from The Knowledge?!”

Such a hero.

“I acquired it for you,” I grumbled, beyond annoyed that none of my attempts to execute this vital step in the marriage mission were going to plan. “There was a lightsaber saved on your Pinterest board, so I assumed it was an Earthling engagement ritual I wasn’t familiar with.”

Micah’s horrified expression morphed into confusion followed by his wide eyes going glassy with what I internally referred to as Tears Imminent.

Happy tears, I hope.

“Are you…” his voice wavered as a watery smile stretched across his aesthetically pleasing face and pure, unconditional love filled our bond.

Definitely happy.

“I am asking you to marry me!” I blurted out in a rush before I could get interrupted again—by either the man before me or the universe itself. “Micah Salah, will you do me the honor of becoming my space husband?”

Until I return to the stars.

“I already told you yes, you big, sexy idiot!” He barked a laugh followed by a sniffle. “And I have the ring to prove it.”

He thrust his left hand in front of my face, displaying the raised “body mod” on his third finger, making my beast purr with satisfaction to see it.

Mine.

“Yes, but I forgot to ask the correct question that night,” I muttered as he took the weapon from me and began to fuss with it. “And then my attempt at illuminating the question ended badly on Ekistron…”

Micah snorted. “Is that what you were trying to do? I was wondering why you’d started a fire…”

I sighed and rose to stand. “I simply wish to do this right, since I have no frame of reference.”

My mate blinked up at me. “Well, I’m not gonna lie… most Earthlings don’t give each other lightsabers when they propose…”

FUCK!

“…but that’s what makes this proposal so special,” he continued, before I could spiral. “In fact, maybe I’ll hop back to The Knowledge and see about getting another certificate for Best Proposal Ever in All the Galaxies.”

I rolled my eyes even as my chest warmed. “And return the lightsaber while you’re there, hmm? ”

Micah narrowed his eyes and clutched the Photon Lance to his chest. “Not a chance! It’s my engagement gift from my space fiancé. No take-backsies!”

That’s what I thought.

“Very well.” I smirked and started to unbuckle my armor. “We should discuss our next moves.”

“Yeah…” my mate’s expression glazed over as he watched me work, a hint of lust flavoring the air. “Wait.”

Wait?

“Speaking of take-backsies.” Micah cleared his throat, radiating nervousness. “Can you… remove the piece of your core inside me?”

“WHAT?!” I shouted, experiencing a ghostly pain that rivaled what I’d felt in my dream—when our connection was irreversibly cut.

I never want to feel that again.

“It will only be for a minute, baby,” Micah murmured, looping his arms around my neck and straining up on his toes to brush his lips over mine. “I just need to test something—for science.”

“Okay…” I nodded. “For science.”

I stepped back and blew out a slow breath, trusting him completely despite my misgivings, before carefully extracting my core from his body.

It felt like death—searing pain and bone-deep agony—similar to when my Astrum Force commanders tore me apart and returned every piece to the stars .

Almost every piece.

That piece was now uncomfortably lodged in my throat—refusing to go down—a lone galaxy reaching for its only sun, unable to resist the gravitational pull of the vital life-giving force only my stellar collision could provide.

How will I survive this?

“I can hear you having an existential crisis from here,” Micah chuckled before blowing out a shaky breath. “Felt, though. It’s like I’m missing a limb.”

“Then. Let. Me. Back. In,” I gritted out, clenching my gloved fists at my sides to stop from grabbing my mate and joining us together permanently.

“Just wait,” he replied, his voice almost as strained as mine. “I just… wanna see…”

I opened my mouth to argue, then snapped it closed again as a dozen starry tendrils erupted from my mate’s Earthling form, surrounding him in a haloed glow of heavenly light.

Oh.

So this is why we’re mistaken for angels…

“Zig!” he exclaimed, gesturing wildly at his display. “Look at this shit! You’re sure there’s no piece of you left inside me, right?”

I couldn’t help smiling, breathing in his joy—admiring him. “No, sunshine. That’s all you.”

Beautiful.

“And I can still fly!” he yelped as he levitated off the floor, still ridiculously flapping his arms. “Hold up. Be right back. ”

He disappeared from sight only to appear a moment later, throwing himself into my arms.

“I can fly and star hop and…” Micah’s voice trailed off as I began to resonate—his gaze dropping to my chest, glowing faintly through my armor. “But I still can’t do that. Not without my harp, at least.”

Oh, sunshine.

“It doesn’t matter,” I hissed, gripping his chin and forcing him to look at me. “You’re still mine. I still know you’re mine.”

And now you’re even more perfect.

“Ziiiig,” he whined, tilting his head back, his gaze going distant once again. “I need you inside me again… please.”

“With pleasure,” I growled, pushing my thumb into his mouth and pulling down on his jaw. “Be a good little mate and open up for me.”

“Yessss, Space Daddy…” he slurred, going limp in my hold as I curled my body over his, licking my way into his mouth, filling him with my essence while he submitted to me completely.

Good. Little. Mate.

When I’d finished putting the piece of my core back where it belonged—plus a bit extra for good measure—I straightened and gazed down at him, loving how fucked out he looked just from reconnecting our stellar collision bond.

“More,” he breathed, eyelids fluttering closed. “Give me more. ”

My true form roiled beneath the surface, attempting to claw its way out and take over completely.

No, Ziggy.

Behave.

“Careful, Micah,” I huffed, releasing him to put some space between us again. “You need to be more specific or else I might consume you.”

My mate grinned mischievously, not at all afraid of me or my threats. “You’re so fucking hot when you’re holding yourself back… Okay, let’s make your true form happy. Fuck me with your tendrils.”

“Go on…” I urged, trailing a gloved hand down my body to rub my aching cock through my armor. “And remember your safeword.”

Safety first.

“My safeword is Stormtrooper, and you can leave the scary Space Daddy armor on,” he raggedly whispered, toeing off his boots before yanking his pants and underwear down his long legs and kicking them away. “I wanna play Captured by the Enemy Alien.”

Oh?

“Only if you leave that on,” I pointed at his robe, half open and exposing him to my hungry gaze, smirking as he gasped and gripped his leaking cock.

He’d gone shirtless under the heavy robe—which was helpful, since I wasn’t sure he knew how to remove clothing while his tendrils were out—but I wasn’t only feeding into his fantasies .

I also wanted to play.

“That’s right, little Eki,” I snarled, prowling forward, drinking in his surprised yelp as I backed him against the wall. “You’re my prisoner, which means your body is mine to do with as I please.”

“Noooo,” he dramatically whimpered, his glittering black hands sliding up my chest, as if he meant to push me away. “Please don’t fill my ass with your tendrils until it hurts.”

By Stellaria.

“That’s exactly what I’m going to do,” I hissed, unleashing my own tendrils to lift him, securing his legs around my waist and pinning his arms above his head. “I’m going to stuff you with my superior tendrils until you’re begging me to stop.”

Micah’s lip twitched but he buried his reaction beneath an exaggerated tremble. “P-please… let me go.”

“No,” I replied, plunging two thick tendrils deep inside his tight, unprepped little hole.

“F-f-fuuuuuck….” His eyes rolled back, body shuddering against his need to come. “Is t-that all you’ve g-got, Stellarian?”

So that’s how you want to play, hmm?

“Oh, you think you can handle more?” I sneered, wrapping one tendril around his neck while squeezing another into his ass, watching his face closely for signs of pain. “Tell me. Are all Eki as slutty as you?”

“Nnngh,” he gasped for air, rubbing his cock over my abs—with help from me, of course—as I pounded into his hole. “Only. Me. I’m… just a… slut. ”

Yes, you are.

“Well, then I don’t think I’ll ever let you go,” I replied, holding his tearful gaze, pumping our bond full of love so he’d know these words were true. “Why would I ever give up such a perfect slut with a hole made just for me.”

“Just for you… always,” he rasped, his obscenely stretched hole somehow tightening around me, taking everything I wanted to give him.

His tendrils had been mostly behaving themselves until now—and I suspected he’d simply forgotten about them in favor of mine—but now they were writhing and reaching, not for my tendrils but for… me.

Someone needs to learn.

“Fuck,” his slutty little moan brought my attention back to the task at hand. “Please, Space Daddy… let me come.”

Such a good boy.

It sounded like our Stellarian-Eki role-play was over, which was fine. There was nothing I loved more than experiencing my stellar collision unraveling simply from being stuffed full of me.

“You can come now, babygirl,” I purred, gaze flickering between his face and his cock as he unloaded on my armor, on command, with a desperate cry. “Such a perfect, perfect slut…”

My slut.

As always, feeling Micah’s orgasm through our bond dragged mine dangerously close to the edge, but I tamped it down, patiently waiting until his shaking subsided to withdraw my tendrils and gently set him on his feet.

To my surprise, he immediately dropped to his knees, licking his own release off my armor while clawing at the clasps hidden between the plates.

“Feed me your dick.” He glared up at me with a feral expression I had no hope of resisting. “I need more of you inside me.”

With pleasure.

I groaned as I helped him undress me, and lost the ability to speak altogether when he swallowed me down. His throat constricted as he gagged and I had to use every bit of control over my Earthling body to not instantly come.

The truth was, his desperation was mirrored by my own. Our physical separation—as short-lived as it was—had apparently left both of us feeling off-kilter, further reminding me of how I’d prefer death over losing him again.

He growled in my head, seamlessly transitioning from babygirl into my favorite thing in all the galaxies.

Commander Babygirl.

“Give me what’s mine.”

Like a dog responding to a command, I obeyed, coating his tongue and filling his throat—claiming as much of him as possible, as if that alone could stop any force in any galaxy from ever taking him away from me.