Page 21 of My Alien Angel (Supernova Casanovas #6)

Omni

“So…” Pursing her lips, Fin frowns suspiciously at me. “You used to be a space cop but got kicked out because you broke the rules in order to save people’s lives? But you’re still saving people even though you’re basically an outlaw now? That sounds…a little far-fetched, if I’m being honest.”

Sighing, I pull her in closer, relieved when she snuggles into my chest. She might not believe me, but at least she’s not pulling away.

Last night, after two more rounds of sex followed by dinner, we promptly passed out in Fin’s bed.

I woke up in the middle of the night, our limbs tangled together, her hair covering half of my face, and a tiny puddle of drool where her head rested on the pillow.

It was…amazing. I’m not the type who has to leave their one-night stand immediately after the sex is done, so it’s not the first time I’ve woken up with someone in my arms, but with Fin, everything is different.

After gently removing her hair from my airways, I fell back asleep, fantasizing about waking up this way every single day. Well, minus the hair.

After breakfast and a morning round of sex, we’ve finally had a chance to talk properly.

I told Fin everything that’s happened since Tareq’s fateful solo mission to infiltrate a slaver crew, where he met Astra.

I can’t blame her for being suspicious. Said out loud like this, the story really does sound extremely far-fetched.

“It is true,” I say, idly running my fingers through Fin’s hair.

“I’m not saying I don’t believe you, just that it sounds crazy. As for this bad guy, Garresh? You need to find him before he fixes his ship, kidnaps a bunch of humans and escapes off planet, taking them as slaves? Slaves, really?”

“Yes. It is not legal. Many laws to stop it. But does money. Very much money.”

Fin’s hair tickles the side of my neck as she shakes her head. “Yeah, I imagine unscrupulous criminals are everywhere. So, how will you find the ship? Do you know where it landed?”

“Mountains?” I cringe, knowing that description means nothing. “I saw mountains when I jumped.”

“From a spaceship. Jesus. I can’t believe you did that. But there are thousands of mountains around the country. Since the ship hasn’t been discovered yet, they probably landed in an unpopulated area, but even that doesn’t narrow it down much.”

I hum in agreement, having already considered all of this. “There is radiation,” I say, silently thanking a documentary on atomic power for giving me the right word. “Type of radiation. I could track but not have tools.”

“Tools for tracking radiation? You mean like those crackling handheld scanner thingies they use in the movies?”

“Radiation detectors.” I shake my head. I’ve already researched those. “Too short range. I need satellite.”

Fin snorts. “Yeah, buddy, sorry but I left mine in the pocket of my other pants. Accessing a satellite is—”

“Impossible. I know. I do not see other options.”

“What do you even plan on doing after you find the ship? You said there were at least a dozen armed bad guys on board, probably more. You have no weapons. I mean, I could get a gun, but it would take at least two weeks even if I could pass the test right now, and it would still only be one tiny gun. You can’t single-handedly defeat them wielding a handgun and, what, a kitchen knife?

That’s not a plan, Omni, that’s suicide. ”

I know that as well but, like with the satellites, I don’t see any other option. “First need to find Garresh. Then make plan.”

“You can’t call the human cops because they’d arrest you for being an alien, and you can’t call space cops because they’d arrest you for that one time when you disobeyed orders.”

“Also for be on Earth. I am not allowed to be on Earth.”

Fin rolls her eyes. “Right. Even though you came here with good intentions, they’d punish you, anyway.

Some civilization you’ve built out there.

Okay.” She sits up and I miss her already, but it’s probably best if we’re not touching during such a serious discussion.

Her curves are too distracting, making me want to forget all about Garresh and the UGC and just lose myself in Fin’s body again.

“So, you need a satellite. Any kind of satellite?”

“Uh. No? Radiation scan satellite.”

“Hmm. Okay, we might be able to solve this, but we will have to share your secret with my friends. Imani, specifically, but I don’t want to keep it from Caleb, either.”

As much as I’m unhappy with spreading the word about me being an alien, if it gets me closer to finding Garresh, I’ll take it. “Why Imani?”

“She researches deep space. Something to do with electromagnetic radiation. They have satellites. Perhaps she could, like, I don’t know. Reprogram one to search for what you need?”

My mouth drops open. “That… Yes! That can work. Will Imani help?”

“If it’s possible, she’ll do it.”

“You want me to do what?!” Imani glares at Fin while casting the occasional suspicious glance over at me.

“I’d need like ten signatures just to change the angle of a satellite by one degree!

I can’t just reposition the whole thing to search Earth for…

what? Some sort of mysterious radiation?

What is going on, Infinity?” Her glare alone has me shrinking in my seat. “What did this nutjob do to you?”

Caleb, a rather eccentric male wearing a V-necked shirt that’s partially showing off his bare chest, and pants so tight they must be cutting off circulation, rolls his eyes. “Isn’t it obvious, Imani? He’s an alien trying to find a way to get home.”

“Caleb…” the irate woman snaps. Taking off her glasses, Imani rubs the bridge of her nose as if it’s causing her pain.

She’s taller than Fin, almost as tall as me and even with her willowy figure, she’s formidable.

Her dark brown skin gleams in the light as she turns her glare at the male.

“For the hundredth time this week, there is no such thing as aliens. All I see is a dangerous and clearly crazy man who has been brainwashing our friend.”

Fin shakes her head. “Imani, love, I’m really glad you are looking out for me, but I’m not brainwashed, Omni is not crazy and… He actually is an alien.”

“I knew it!”

“Shut up, Caleb,” Imani snarls before turning to face me again, and fuck if she isn’t the scariest being I’ve ever faced. “Did you get Fin hooked on drugs or something? I’m calling the cops.”

As she rummages through her purse for her phone, Fin gently places her hand on Imani’s arm to stop her.

“I’m not on drugs and I’m not crazy. Just look.

Please?” At a nod from Fin, I stand and turn away from them, taking off my shirt just like I did for Fin.

Letting my wings flare out, I fold them back and wait.

“See?” Fin says and I hear footsteps draw closer.

“They’re real. He is an alien, Imani. A real bonafide alien, born on another planet. ”

“T-that’s…that’s impossible.”

“Ooh. Can I touch?” Caleb pipes up. “Pretty pleeease?”

I sense Fin’s hesitation, absurdly happy she’s reluctant to let other people touch me.

In this case, though, it’s necessary. Imani is a scientist who won’t believe us without hard evidence.

I know that because my crewmate D’Aakh is the same.

Not as good looking, though. “Yes,” I tell them both. “You can touch.”

“Alright,” Fin grumbles. “Just be careful with the left wing. It’s still healing.”

Reaching for her hand, I simply hold it, although I want nothing more than to bring her into me and kiss that frown from her face.

However, her friends will be in enough shock upon finally confirming I’m an alien, they don’t need the added surprise of our intimate relationship thrown in their faces.

Squealing, Caleb hurries over, his fingers exploring my back less than a second later.

As he pokes around the base of my wings, just as Fin did, I fight back the sense of wrongness that comes from being prodded somewhere so…

personal, for lack of a better word. No one should be touching me there but Fin. Ever.

Imani’s touch is much lighter. At least, it is at first. After not finding any obvious seams, she grabs my wing and tugs on it with surprising strength.

Fortunately, she chose the right one instead of the left, but the movement takes me by surprise, causing me to stumble back a step as I grunt from the pain.

“Hey!” Fin scowls at Imani. “What are you doing? Trying to tear his wing off?”

“I-I’m sorry, I…” Backing up, she shakes her head, her eyes wide. “Well, yes! I thought…okay, I’m sorry. I am. Fuck. They’re real. His wings. Fuck! This is impossible.”

Shrugging, Caleb examines a feather at the tip of my wing. “Seems pretty real to me. Does this hurt?” he asks as he gently tugs on the feather.

I finger a lock of his hair in return, tugging equally lightly. “Does this hurt?”

“Ouch. Yeah. Good point. So, you’re from another planet? How come you can breathe our air and look…well human?”

“Yes,” Imani chimes in. “That’s impossible.

Even if there was life to be found on another planet, the chance of a carbon-based being looking anything even remotely similar to us is astronomically slim.

Just being carbon-based, breathing oxygen, and having a similar body composition…

Scientifically, it’s a trillion to one.”

She’s not wrong to doubt this and I know many scientific studies have been done on this exact subject.

Unfortunately, I never really cared enough about science to read about it.

I guess I can try to give her the basics I learned in school.

Holding up two fingers, I say, “Two theories. One, we have common…parent of parent?” I frown as I try to remember the right word.

“Ancestors,” Imani supplies. “You mean that some time in the past, aliens visited Earth and brought our ancestors with them?”

“Yes. Two, it’s, uh, complicated. All planets with life are similar. So we are similar. Not same but similar.”

Imani shakes her head. “You’re talking about convergent evolution. That’s…”

“Impossible?” Caleb smirks. “I’d say this gorgeous alien specimen in front of us just proved you wrong. I have to ask, Omni. Do you have a cock, and can I see it?”

“No!” Fin cries out before I’ve even blinked.

Caleb is undeterred. “No, he doesn’t or no, I can’t see it? Because I would totally design my next line in your image, if you have something usable down there. I mean, anything will do. Tentacles are popular. Right, Fin?” He winks at Fin, who is blushing so furiously her entire face is red.

“Shut up, Caleb,” she growls. “He designs sex toys,” she says in explanation. “Just ignore him.”

“Oh? Sex toys?” I’m intrigued. Would having a dildo designed in the shape of my cock break the Non-Interference Directive? Probably, but who really cares at this point? “I have a cock. You want to see?”

“NO!” Fin exclaims at the same time as Caleb’s resounding, “Absolutely!” sounds. Glaring at both of us, Fin looks like she’s about to slap us. Or spank us. I’d be totally down for that. “Shut up, both of you. No one is showing anyone their sexual organs. We have more important things to do.”

Mimicking a clawing motion, Caleb makes a weird mockery of an animal sound.

“Rawr. Someone’s possessive. Does that mean you took my advice and tapped that dick?

” Taking Fin’s stunned silence as confirmation, Caleb continues,“Lucky you. Now I wish I had dumped Lara and gone home with you. Was it good?”

Since Fin is sputtering, clearly incapable of response, I answer for her. That’s what partners do, right? “Yes. It was very good.”

Fin groans, “Oh my god.” Now she’s hiding her face in her hand.

“Awesome!” Caleb, looking genuinely excited, leans in closer to whisper in a voice loud enough for everyone to hear. “I’ll bring the mold kit next time.”

“Oh, god,” Imani groans. “Can we get back to the topic at hand? Mainly to that part where I get fired and ruin my entire career for some ‘E.T. phone home’ stunt?”

Her words immediately snap me out of my playful mood. “You will lose job?”

“Well, duh. It’s not like I have a private satellite I can aim wherever the heck I please.

I have some access to the university ones but it’s mostly to their data, not to their configuration.

Not one single person does. It’s specifically designed that way so that people can’t fuck with them.

It costs millions to have them launched up there.

I’ll have to… I don’t know. Call in a lot of favors, fake a lot of signatures, maybe even steal someone’s access card…

” Sighing, she shakes her head. “It’s not as simple as the movies make it look. ”

“That is not—”

Fin interrupts me. “It’s not just about Omni getting home, Imani. There are hundreds of human lives in danger. I know I shouldn’t ask you to do this, but—”

This time, I interrupt Fin. “We are not doing this. I do not want you losing job for me. I will call UGC.” Like I should have done at the beginning.

“But you’ll get arrested!”

“It matters not. Humans will be safe. All humans,” I say, looking at Imani.

I cannot possibly be the reason such a brilliant mind loses her career, one that she has worked so hard to achieve, according to Fin.

“I can argue in trial. Perhaps go free.” There’s no chance of that happening, but Fin doesn’t need to know.

Imani is scowling again. “Excuse me, Mr. Alien. I can make my own decisions, thank you very much. How about you tell me exactly what is going on so I can make an informed one?”

I can’t help but laugh. She’s totally like D’Aakh, except much better looking.