Page 34 of Space Daddy’s Guide to the Galaxy (Villains in Space #2)

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ZIGGY

Micah was oddly unconcerned about me having access to Pedro again, especially after what I’d finally confessed, but I still insisted the Trol be left with the nanny bot while we went to the skinsuit closet.

Since I don’t want to frighten them with my next vessel…

There was a time I’d worried about Micah being scared of me—of my true form in particular—but my mate had continuously demonstrated how much he accepted me, desired me, no matter which form I was in.

As adventurous as my Earthling was, he did have a few hard limits, which we luckily seemed to agree on. Spider-like Arachs were out of the question, as was any species that practiced ovipositing, and neither of us wanted me to inhabit a Lacertus.

For slightly different reasons.

Even if I had possessed a Lacertus skinsuit, it wouldn’t have made sense to wear it for this stop on our mission—not with Micah accompanying me. The “overgrown lizards” did not keep pets, and while their planet was also a popular outpost and refueling station along the Intergalactic Highway, they didn’t make a habit of mingling with other species aside from business dealings.

Leaving Micah on the ship wasn’t an option, not only because he would be dismantling the shields imprisoning Uuktar—despite inexplicably believing he couldn’t —but because I knew how hurt he’d be if I left him behind again.

And I’m trying to do better.

Even if it kills me.

Despite my best efforts, my protective instincts were going haywire at the thought of my mate being surrounded by my kind’s greatest enemy. I’d spent half the night flipping through my skinsuits, partly to distract myself from our separation but mostly to find a solution that would ensure his safety.

I think we have a winner.

“Keep in mind, I cannot expand this skinsuit to full size until we leave the ship…” I preemptively explained. “However, it belongs to a species the Lacertus consider allies, so there shouldn’t be an issue with one appearing on their planet.”

“The suspense is killing me, Zig!” Micah whined, flapping his hands impatiently as I pressed a panel to open one of the climate-controlled drawers built into the wall. “Show me, show me, show me!”

So fucking adorable.

I removed a suitcase-sized block of what appeared to be metal from the drawer, chuckling at his obvious confusion. “Now, I don’t want you to get too excited, but this particular species is going to remind you of more Hollywood aliens.”

If I couldn’t already feel his eagerness through our bond, the sheer size of Micah’s eyes would have given him away. I feared he might pass out completely when I unleashed a few tendrils to enter the skinsuit—just enough to unfold it into a kneeling version of its final form.

“IS THAT A GODDAMN TRANSFORMER?!” my mate shouted loud enough to echo off the walls. “Oh. My. Gawd, Zig. Are you for real, right now? Wait. Is it a mech suit too? Is this a Transformer-mech suit hybrid ? I am legit losing my shit right now, ahhh!”

His description was fairly accurate, since the vessel resembled a cross between his beloved, heavily-armored Transformers and the sleek, futuristic mech suits favored by Earthling science fiction.

Either way, his joy was infectious, and I couldn’t help the grin that stretched across my face. “Yes, the Opertum are fascinating. Despite the inanimate appearance, what you see here is actually the organic exoskeleton that melds with the species’ non-corporeal core.”

Micah hummed thoughtfully as he circled the towering skinsuit. “A non-corporeal core surrounded by living tissue, huh? That sounds familiar…”

Ugh.

I begrudgingly considered Leeloo’s revelations about a common ancestor, if only to humor my scientifically-minded stellar collision.

“I suppose they could be seen as similar to a Stellarian, or an Eki,” I mused. “Opertum, however, consist of two separate but interconnected organisms—an outer shell and inner core—operating as one being through a synchronized mental connection.”

“I’m sorry, what?” Micah choked out before craning his neck, trying to peer into the hollowed chest cavity faintly visible beneath the rigid metallic structure. “How would a Stellarian even take control of a species like this?”

I grimaced, oddly embarrassed to admit my failure, though I knew my mate wouldn’t see it that way. Micah viewed every setback as an opportunity for improvement, and, in this case, he was quite possibly the missing piece to the solution.

He’s always been my missing piece.

“It wasn’t until I’d taken over completely that I realized this vessel requires two organisms with a shared consciousness to fully operate.” I watched as understanding dawned on his perfect face before I dared to ask, “Do you… want to give it a try?”

Do you trust me?

Micah observed me for a long moment, his expression giving nothing away. “Will this require more of you inside me?”

I dropped my gaze, suddenly realizing how ridiculous it was for me to ask him for this—especially after how I’d been behaving recently.

Maybe someday….

“Fuck, yes,” he whispered, and when my gaze snapped to his, I saw the same familiar mix of excitement and desire he brought to all our skinsuit encounters. “I’ve been dreaming about you stuffing more of your star stuff inside me since we took down Astrum Force.”

My brow furrowed. “You… have?”

As much as I’d enjoyed that experience on a primal level, it had been a means to a bloody end. The fact it resulted in a piece of me remaining permanently inside him had been a bonus, but I’d never expected Micah to ask for more.

I should know better than to underestimate this Earthling.

“Of course, I have,” he replied, smiling softly. “My true purpose in life is the same as yours—for us to be as closely connected as two incredibly impressive creatures in any galaxy can be.”

Huffing, I quickly glanced away, hoping to hide the visual evidence of my emotions while also knowing there was no way to disguise the pure happiness radiating through our bond.

I love him.

This simple yet enormous revelation hit me with the force of a star exploding, but, luckily, Micah had already refocused on the skinsuit and the task ahead.

“Okay, let’s do this.” He cracked his neck before shifting from one foot to the other, like a boxer readying for a fight. “How do I get inside?”

I discreetly wiped my eyes and chuckled. “Let me discard my current skinsuit, and then I’ll star hop us—” My words choked off as I felt the piece of me inside him forcefully jump.

Then Micah disappeared.

Where…

Before I could panic, his joyful voice called out from the chest cavity of the Opertum.

“Fuck. YAS! Did you see that? I star hopped, Zig! I mean, we star hopped—same diff…”

By Stellaria…

Needing to be with him, I shed my Earthling skin and joined Micah inside the vessel. Blanketing him in countless tendrils, I finally confessed everything I’d wanted to tell this perfect creature for so long, content in knowing he could understand every word.

He’s the only one who’s ever understood me.

“My mate.” I cooed in Stellarian. “ My perfect mate. The only one for me in all the galaxies. I knew from the moment I saw you that you were mine. My sunshine, my stellar collision… Mine until I return to the stars.”

“Jesus, Zig…” Micah sniffled, removing his glasses so he could wipe his eyes with the sleeve of his sweatshirt. “Anything else you wanna say? I don’t think you’ve emotionally wrecked me enough…”

Yes.

I took a deep breath. “I love you.”

He dropped his arm to gape up at me, gaze darting around the pulsing mass of my starry core, as if unsure where to look.

Anywhere.

You’ve always seen all of me.

“Say it again,” he whispered desperately. “I-I wasn’t ready. Please, say it again.”

I laughed, wondering why I ever thought this would be difficult. “I love you.”

Micah nodded slowly, his eyes shining, locked on me as he magic-ed his harp out of thin air and mimicked my notes.

“I love you,” he replied in Stellarian—the sweetest notes I’d ever heard in all my three hundred years.

The sound of my resonance was filling the Opertum’s vessel, with Micah answering in kind, and despite my willingness to be vulnerable with my mate, I was thankful to not be inhabiting a skinsuit with tear ducts.

I do have a reputation to uphold.

“Zig…” Micah rasped, dissolving the harp and awkwardly pulling his sweatshirt over his head in the small space. “I need you inside me, stat.”

I laughed again. “Inside you how?”

My stellar collision shot me a disbelieving look. “In every way. Get those tendrils all up in my guts, fill me with stars, connect our consciousness… Light me the fuck up, Space Daddy.”

Such a perfect mate.

Such a perfect slut.

I backed off only long enough to help him out of the rest of his clothes, purring contentedly once he was gloriously naked and shivering with anticipation.

All mine.

Lifting him by the thighs, I spread him wide, securing his wrists overhead. He whined as I stretched him with more tendrils than usual, so I caressed his face and sent soothing energy through our bond.

“Open for me, my love,” I cooed, gently prying open his mouth.

The last time I’d entered his body, I struck fast, before either of us could change our mind. This time, I slid in slowly, gliding down his throat and entering his bloodstream before branching off in every direction—attaching myself to any piece of him I hadn’t already claimed.

Give me all of you.

Let me give you all of me.

He groaned as I backed off again, watching him closely for any sign his body was rejecting this larger piece of my core, even though I knew it wouldn’t.

Because we’re meant to be one.

“Zig… I can feel you. I can feel you everywhere. Holy shit. I’m so full. I… oh, fuuuuck…”

I mentally smirked as I breached his ass with another thick tendril, pumping in and out at an agonizingly slow pace while he whimpered and writhed in my hold.

“More…” he croaked, barely coherent as I began to attach myself to the neurons of his brain. “F-fuck me… from the… i-inside.”

What babygirl wants, babygirl gets.

I wasn’t exactly sure how to grant his wish, because it wasn’t something I’d ever done before. Then again, I’d never given pleasure to anyone in my true form before him—hadn’t realized I was capable of anything good.

Not until he made me want to do better.

“Tell me how you knew I was yours.”

Micah’s voice in my head confirmed we’d successfully melded consciousness, and my core pulsed as the Opertum we were inhabiting powered to life.

All mine.

I wrapped another tendril around his leaking cock—twisting hard, just how he liked it—before answering him through our new connection.

“I knew before I consciously knew… From the first day we met. I remember feeling an unfamiliar pull in my chest, and, a moment later, you appeared to introduce yourself. When you shook my hand, when we touched, electricity shot through me and buzzed in my system for hours. After that, I couldn’t take my eyes off you.”

“Because I was fine as fuck, don’t lie.”

“That too. I assumed the interest would pass—or that we’d fuck and get it over with—but then I wanted you near me all the time, wanted to know everything about you… to make you mine.”

“I was always yours.”

Always.

Determined to satisfy Micah’s latest fantasy, I resonated again, this time from where I was lodged inside him, letting him feel exactly how deeply my love for him ran.

Beyond the stars.

Knowing he was close, I increased my pace, massaging his p-spot with my tendril until he was sobbing, shuddering, spilling—until I felt his pleasure like it was my own, until I no longer knew where he ended and I began.

Now, we are perfect.

I waited until he’d come down from his orgasm to detach myself from the Opertum, gather his clothes, and star hop my mate to the sleeping pod.

Our nest.

“Don’t go…” he mumbled sleepily, grabbing a tendril before I could hop back to the closet for my Earthling form. “Let me just… pretend I’m a True Stellarian like you for a little while longer…”

I didn’t want to ruin the moment by asking what he meant. Instead, I allowed him to pull my true form close, marveling over how he never saw me as a monster—how he’d always accepted every part of me.

Inside and out.

Until we return to the stars.