Page 18 of My Alien Angel (Supernova Casanovas #6)
Omni
Panic floods me as Fin starts screaming. Fuck! I shouldn’t have told her. Why did I even tell her? This is exactly why the Non-Interference Directive is in place, to protect people like Fin from the harsh truth before they’re ready as a species. Cursed winds! I’m such an idiot.
What do I do now?
“Fin. Fin! Please,” I beg desperately. “You are safe. I not hurt you. It okay. I leave if you fear I… Me… Fuck.” Yeah, I learned that word early on. It comes handy, especially when I fuck up like this.
Fin is now staring at me like I’m a stranger, her mouth still wide open.
Seeing her suck in a deep breath, likely to start screaming again, I raise my hands in a universally recognized gesture of surrender.
“Fin, please.” Now I’m truly terrified she will call the authorities.
Every torture scene from every human movie with aliens I have ever seen flashes before my eyes and I shudder. I need to get out of here.
“You’re an alien,” she finally says. Her voice is off and I can’t tell if she’s repulsed, terrified or just in shock, but at least she’s not screaming anymore. “You’re a fucking alien. You’ve been an alien this whole time.”
“Um. Yes?”
She covers her mouth with her hands, her eyes growing even wider. “Oh my god. Caleb was right. Caleb was fucking right! Fuck, he will never let us live this down. You’re an alien. Oh, god, I kissed an alien!”
And what a kiss it was! I’d jump right back into it but the mood is somewhat ruined now. “Yes. Do not fear. It is safe. No disease,” I say in case she’s worried she’ll catch some alien flu from kissing me.
“No dis— What? That’s good to know. Fuck! There’s an alien in my apartment.” I wince as she makes another high-pitched scream, but before I can start calming her down again, she adds, “That is so fucking cool!”
“Eh?” Flabbergasted, I watch as she claps her hands, her mouth stretching into the widest grin I’ve ever seen on her.
As my brain recalibrates to her surprising reaction, I realize she wasn’t screaming but rather…
squealing? Wait, is she actually excited to learn that I’m an alien? “I thought you not like aliens.”
“The fake ones, like all that crap my parents believe in. Pleiadians, Arcturians, Reptilians, that kind of shit. And that crap they spew on TV, like how aliens built the pyramids and that anal probe guy but you’re real and… Wait, are those real as well?”
I shouldn’t give her too much information but I’m so relieved she isn’t frightened or angry at me that I would reveal every single secret of the universe if she asked. “I do not know the names but the ‘anal probe guy’ said true.”
“What?! Jesus fucking Christ, I need a drink for this.”
Pouring amber liquid into two glasses, Fin offers one to me.
A cautious sniff reveals it’s something heavily fermented, probably a hard liquor.
Since Fin is drinking it and my metabolism is more resistant to alcohol than a human’s, a fact that was thoroughly tested back on the ship with my human crew mates, I knock the glass back.
Groaning at the pleasant burn, I grunt, “Good,” then put the glass down, noticing Fin is just sipping from hers.
“I’m glad you like it. Good to know aliens drink booze, too. Jesus. Is this what you really look like? Or are you using some sort of disguise? Do you have tentacles?” The last question makes her blush, and she drinks deeply. “Forget that question.”
Unlikely, I think with a grin. “Yes, I look this.” If I could disguise myself, I’d have hidden my wings and walked among the humans without looking like an escaped menagerie attraction.
“No tentacles, but my fingers is useful for very many things,” I tease, remembering the pictures I found.
Later, I realized Fin was actually the one drawing them, not merely reading them, and my respect for her grew because they were amazing.
So did my desire to have sex with her. I might not have tentacles, but I could certainly fulfill at least some of those fantasies.
Finishing her drink in one gulp, Fin scowls. “I thought we agreed to forget about those drawings.”
“I did not agree, and you asked about tentacles.” Huh, did I just make a fully correct sentence? No time to dwell on my brilliant language proficiency, there are more important topics to discuss. “I can kiss you now?”
“Kiss me? You want to kiss me?” Fin stares at me. “You were the one who stopped me earlier. We shouldn’t be kissing now. We need to talk about this. You’re an alien!”
I notice she didn’t say that we can’t be kissing right now, just that we shouldn’t be. “I did not want to kiss when you not know I am an alien. You know now. Kiss now, talk more later?”
“I…” Fin seems tempted. “You will leave, right? Eventually? Go back to outer space?”
Even the thought of leaving her hurts, but that’s how it has to be.
“Yes. But I am here now. I understand if you not want to. I just say I want to. You choose.” I shouldn’t be doing this.
Not just because of a bunch of made up UGC rules, but because leaving her will be difficult.
I’m already attached to Fin and sex will only make the attachment a million times stronger, but if this is my only chance to have her, I’d hate myself for not taking it.
At least now she knows I’m interested. So damned interested it’s taking everything I have not to grab her and kiss every doubt from her mind.
“So…a no-strings-attached make-out session with an actual alien? What about sex? Can we have sex?” Her eyes trail down my bare chest to the telltale bulge in my pants.
“Do you have, um, a cock? God, I can’t believe I’m actually asking you this.
Caleb has been bugging me to ask since day one and I kept telling him to fuck off because I thought…
I thought you were neurodivergent or had PTSD or… Damn. I feel like an idiot.”
I risk stepping closer, setting Fin’s glass on the table before gently taking her hands in mine.
She’s shivering but I don’t think it’s from fear.
“You are not an idiot, Infinity. You are smart, you are kind. You are perfect.” I wish I knew smoother words to convey how amazing she is, but this will have to do for now.
Lowering my head slowly, I make my intention to kiss her clear, giving Fin time to pull away if she wants to, but she doesn’t.
Just as before, she closes the final distance between us and kisses me even more ferociously than before.
This time, I let her take the lead, smiling against her lips as she grabs my hair to pull me lower.
Even on her tiptoes, the height difference is making this position a little uncomfortable, so I grab Fin’s ass, lifting her up until she wraps her legs around my waist. Now her pussy is rubbing against my cock, delicious friction making me moan as I carry her to the bed.
“Wait,” she protests. “My bed. Bigger. Better mattress.”
I’m not about to complain. A second later, I have Fin on her back on her own bed, laid out like a dessert for me to feast on.
Grabbing the bottom of her shirt, Fin helps by lifting her upper body off the bed so I can pull it over her head.
Mercifully, she also undoes her bra, so I don’t have to struggle with alien clasps.
Once her soft, round tits are free, I home in on them, kneading one with my hand while taking the nipple of the other one into my mouth.
Moaning, Fin arches into me, her legs wrapping around the backs of mine as she tries to pull me in closer.
Obliging,I rub my cock against her covered pussy, angry at the layers of fabric still between us.
Alternating between each nipple, I lavish her tits with attention until Fin moans and mindlessly grinds her hips against mine in desperate need for more friction.
“More?” I ask, pretty sure she won’t say no but still wanting to make sure we’re on the same page.
“Yes! More. Fuck, Omni. More, please. I’ve imagined this so many fucking times and… Fuck.”
So, she did fantasize about me. Kissing my way down Fin’s stomach, she can’t see my triumphant smile through my curtain of hair.
Her pants and underwear are halfway down her legs before I even reach her abdomen.
Chuckling, I tease, “What an eager little human you are,” too horny to even realize I’ve slipped into my native tongue.
“Fuck.” Fin groans when one leg of her pants gets stuck around her ankle. “I don’t know what you’re saying, but it sounds so hot.”
Rescuing her from the last vestiges of tangled clothing, I pause a moment to feast on the sight in front of me.
As if self-conscious, Fin tries to close her legs, but I hold her knees open.
“Beautiful,” I say in her human language, then continue in my own.
“You are the most beautiful female I have ever seen and I want to commit this sight to memory so that I remember you long after I leave. I wish things were different and I could stay but I can’t, and I’m not selfish enough to steal you from your life, so if this is all I can have, I want to savor it. ”