Page 8 of Veras (Nozaroc Alien Warrior #2)

N ever, ever had a shower been this glorious.

The water flowed like a mini waterfall, streaming into a carved-out section of the mountain rock.

It ran into a small pond just big enough to step into.

The water there rose and emptied every few minutes, acting as an automatic flush toilet.

Any waste deposited into the area drained out within minutes.

It was a shower and toilet in one. Ingenio. Absolutely ingenious.

The waterfall was tinged with Oro, enough that I gulped it down, trying to replenish the sparse amount flowing through my veins. It made all the difference in the world. Then I experimented with every one of my treasures: soaps, shampoos, lotions… and only had to redo a few blunders.

Eventually, I’d removed all the hair on my legs, underarms, arms, and part of my girly bits. Not all of it, but enough that it looked pretty…and tamed. I’d been sporting a giant bush for years.

Next came the hair on my head. I trimmed and combed for what felt like hours, but I allowed myself to relax into the repetition, soothed by the familiar actions.

Memories of my abuela combing and braiding my hair when I was younger made a lump grow in my throat.

She’d died before I was abducted, and I was grateful she’d never known I was taken.

The rest of my family had been fractured.

My mother had abandoned us for some loser, and my father died before I was old enough to remember him.

Ready and sparkly clean, I studied the warm brown of my skin. Everything about me looked shrunken and emaciated. I’d had plenty of weight to spare before the abduction. This new body was leaner and meaner, but it was still me. I was still here. I’d beaten the odds.

Thanks to Veras.

I sighed, realizing I hadn’t been as kind to him as I could have been.

From what he’d said, he’d been alone for over a hundred years.

He was grateful I’d saved him and obviously felt responsible for me.

In a short time, I’d come to trust him enough not to worry that he would lash out or punish me like the Aavvee.

I could act bratty, talkative… be the real me in front of him.

And for that, he deserved my thanks, not my outbursts. I needed to exercise more patience.

I threw on an oversized gray uniform, one Veras had thoughtfully slipped into the pile of creams and lotions.

It was made of a sturdy material that felt like thick cotton.

To my surprise, the jumpsuit conformed to my body, shrinking and adjusting until it flowed over me from head to toe.

And even though the air was humid, the material protected my skin from the elements. Remaining cool in the heat.

Alien technology. Amazing.

I still had so many questions for Veras. Why the hell was he fixated on killing everybody on the planet? How about only the bad guys? His plan sucked. Luckily, he had me now. We could figure this out. Together.

I made my way out of the showers, searching for where he bathed.

Down a long, winding hallway, I came to a sparkling paradise.

The grotto wasn’t inside the facility but outside, covered in a canopy of pink and purple leaves.

Even now, in the perpetual twilight, the place took on a magical feel.

Twinkling geodes far above looked like stars in the night sky.

It was easy enough to find him. I watched him bathe and got the full blast of his feelings—annoyance and longing emanated from my moody alien.

The sorrow that bled from him made me feel even worse about dismissing him.

Maybe the last years had numbed me out—or maybe his people were just extremely open with their emotions.

He stood in the stream, naked, his dark mohawk sticking straight up. The dark strands looked thicker than human hair, and they rose and fell against his head like porcupine quills, not quite as sharp but thick and distinct. They almost reminded me of cartilage.

I stood before him, butterflies rioting in my stomach.

I wondered what he’d think of me now. Before I lost myself to anxiety, I took the time to study his broad shoulders and washboard abs.

Again, the physiology was similar to humans, but he definitely had an extra set of muscles bracketing his flat stomach and muscular chest.

My eyes traveled lower to his missing member, nothing more than a smooth golden bump. Such a shame. My body responded strongly to him, yet he was so… alien.

He didn’t look at me, which meant he’d probably “heard’ me coming a mile away. Obviously still annoyed with me, he refused to meet my eye. The spikes lining his spine were relaxed. They circled around his back, flush against his skin.

All of the bruised feelings, the neglect, the pain of the last few years bubbled up, and I was seconds from lashing out. How could he judge me? He had no idea what I’d been through.

But neither did I.

His experiences could have been a thousand times worse. I wouldn’t allow my abduction to strip me of compassion and gratitude. I wouldn’t let the Aavvee rob me of decency. Of my humanity. “Veras.”

He didn’t turn around.

“Thank you for your kindness.”

He grunted and kept washing.

I gritted my teeth and continued, “You didn’t have to do what you did. I love all of the soaps and shampoos.”

He washed himself, somehow acting offended that I was thanking him.

This dick-less mofo was totally pouting. As quickly as the words materialized in my mind, I regretted them. “Veras—”

“Dick less ?”’ He stood up. His orange eyes swirled. The water came to about mid-thigh. Sniffing the air as he approached, he narrowed his intense gaze on me.

Why hadn’t I noticed he’d turned to look at me right before I had that mean thought?

My temper had gotten the best of me again.

I’d spent so much time repressing that side of me here, but now that he’d given me a little freedom and some kindness, my not-so-stellar personality traits were coming out to do damage.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

Veras had saved me. He made me feel safe.

That made my eyes pop open in wonder. No fear.

None. In fact, the sparkling steam that radiated off his body only made me wet.

Soaked. And now that I’d bathed, maybe…maybe I could appreciate that healing tongue a bit more.

And erase the bad memories of the Aavvee.

Of course, now that I’d had an awakening, Veras was livid.

“Dick-less? Without reproductive organs? That is what you think of me, Earther?” He pointed down at himself. “You know nothing.”

On this planet, he was absolutely right. I knew nothing. I felt bad about hurting his feelings, but a bigger part of me focused on his outrage. Did that mean he might not be without pito ?

Oh, please, pretty please.

“Do not beg for forgiveness with your pretty pleases. Ignorance is no excuse for bad behavior.” He stood with his arms crossed, both sets of thumbs tapping an erratic beat against his chest. He looked so adorably human, I melted.

“Veras.” Upon saying his name, his bulge twitched and sort of swirled.

He turned away from me, so he couldn’t hear my thoughts. “I have travelled this universe, meeting many kinds of aliens. I did not assume they didn’t have reproductive organs because they looked different than I do.”

I nodded but couldn’t pry my eyes from his bulge. It was definitely squirming now.

“There were species that had sexual organs in their brains, their hands, and feet.” He shuddered. “Those were… unique. I confess, I didn’t like them at all , but I tried not to judge. I was sophisticated enough to realize we are all made differently, yet equally.”

“Mmhmm,” I answered, completely distracted but thankful he’d decided to avoid eye contact.

Because I was freaking out. His bulge was doing the salsa, swaying back and forth.

My eyes widened as the mound lowered and a tiny copper-colored member unfurled, frantically zipping up and down as if… searching for something?

“You are obviously shamed into silence by my words. Good. You are learning my ways.” He sighed.

“Because of my anger, I do not look upon you, so I do not see you when I feel this way. I do not want to equate these feelings with you. But because of your respectful silence, I will explain that you will never see my dagger,” he said in a low voice.

Huh. Interesting translation.

“He will only emerge for my true mate. My almax .”

I didn’t say a word because I was falling in love with the little guy dancing before me.

How could Veras not feel him zooming around?

Friggin’ adorable . But the little buggar appeared autonomous.

It was hard to get a good read on it because it was so small, which was a shame considering the mass of Veras.

But I was never a size queen. Plus, this slippery little sucker was too cute to do too much damage. I still felt safe.

“I know this will disappoint you. My beauty, renowned throughout the galaxy, is part of who I am, who my people are. But you cannot savor my body. You cannot taste these delights. They are for my one and only.”

That’s not what the little guy seems to be saying.

“What little guy? Are all Earthers so easily distracted?” He punched the air, which must mean exasperation.

Ay mierda. I must have said that out loud. Little Veras, Vinny, slowed long enough to notice me. Which was an insane way to describe someone’s cock, but that was what I observed. When it saw me, not that it had eyes, it paused and jutted forward.

My eyes popped to Veras’ face. Nothing. No reaction. He still spoke about how his people avoided eye contact when upset. Maybe the water masked the movement, or maybe he was really upset.

Meanwhile, Vinny spun out, vibrated in glee, and then swelled to enormous proportions. It was huge! My first clear view of Vinny and…its beauty stole my breath.

“He is glorious,” I whispered.

“Yes, that is what I’m trying to tell you.

I am glorious. But my body belongs to my almax .

No matter how obsessed I am with you. I have my own shame to admit.

I kept bringing up your smell, not because it offended me, but because you tempted me, fascinated me like no other species I’d encountered.

Your strong thoughts, your resilience. Your utter fearlessness in that arena. You leave me wanting more.”

Veras’ words washed over me, and I lapped up the praise.

At the same time, I was transfixed by his junk.

Now that it had swelled, I noticed it had deep purple and yellow shadings.

It flexed proudly, subtly changing shape as if trying to find the most pleasing proportions for me.

At first, it bent like a snake to better angle toward me, but it slowly straightened and flexed until it swelled to a square.

“No, no. Too much,” I whispered, as invested as Vinny in finding the perfect size.

“My words are not too much . They are my feelings!” Veras shouted.

“No, I wasn’t talking to you. I’m sorry. I loved your words.” My eyes remained below the belt as I spoke.

Vinny adjusted and returned his proportions to a more manageable size.

This seemed to be as small as he could go.

Or was willing to go. Fine with me. As thick as my fist and as long as my forearm, it was the biggest cock I’d ever been lucky enough to see.

A pleasure so intense washed over me, I almost fell to my knees.

Focus.

I returned my attention to Veras. He sounded genuinely tortured, which was a default setting for him, but at the moment, it was because of me, and I couldn’t take it anymore.

If Vinny was awake and ready to go, by his own words, that meant I was something to Veras.

Didn’t it? Did I want to be his mate? Hell no.

I could barely take care of myself. But something bigger than both of us was happening.

Who was I to squander this perfect opportunity?

I had an alien standing in front of me, with a happy, attentive twirling cock that I’d love to enjoy.

Because damn, it’d been a long time since I’d had sex, thought about sex, or wanted sex.

We could enjoy each other if, and this was a big if, Veras didn’t find me repulsive. This planet really did a number on a girl’s confidence.

“Sex? I fear you haven’t heard a word I’ve said.” Veras sighed, the longest and saddest sigh I’d ever heard. “I am irresistible. I know this. I can’t tell you how many alien females tried to seduce me. None like you but so, so many.”

Didn’t matter how many of those putas wanted him. Veras is mine.