Page 12 of Xefe (Nozaroc Alien Warrior #1)

“I s it getting hot in here?” I asked as I paced the room, fighting the urge to either tackle the golden alien with the hot-as-hell, black tattoo or wrap myself up in his musk-scented blanket.

Like spicy canela , my favorite cinnamon drink, he made my toes curl, even when he called me weak and… floppy.

So rude.

I remained determined not to be overly influenced by the glittering Oro permeating the room and soaking into my pores.

It was time to get some real information.

I’d played nice, mostly, but now I wanted my questions answered.

The first one being, How did you lose your dick?

No! Bad Hermosa. That was maybe my third, but I should lead with information that would help me escape.

I decided to get personal and see if I could do some damage. “Were you born here?”

“No.”

“Really? Were you kidnapped like me?” Maybe he was sporting a serious case of Stockholm Syndrome and had fallen in love with his captor, the supreme. Why else have such blind loyalty?

“Of course not.” He looked deeply offended. His hard ridges—eyebrows?—rode low over his eyes. “It was a great honor for my progenitors to allow me to serve my supreme.”

“Progenitors? You mean your parents? So, you were little, little when you came? How old?”

“How old, what?”

“When you got here?”

“I…” He rubbed his head. “I do not remember exactly at what age, but young.”

Oh…oh? That was interesting. Mr. I Know Everything suddenly didn’t have all the answers. “Your mom must have been pretty sad when you left.”

“I…” ridiculously long pause until he continued with, “imagine she would be.” Xefe stopped fiddling with his staff and looked off into the distance.

“I will always remember, she said, ‘Honor your family with your life. Dedicate yourself to the supreme. Till death. Supreme First.’” He pounded his chest reflexively.

“Your mom said that?” That was some of the weirdest shit I’d ever heard. His mother had quoted back the warrior creed I’d heard all of these horned dudes shouting at each other?

“That is what I said, is it not?” Sunny looked even grumpier than usual. It was his default setting. “Why ask about me? Aren’t you interested in knowing about the planet and your duties to my supreme?”

“These are my questions.” And I’m going to ask what I want. Time to circle in a little tighter. I smelled blood but wasn’t sure about the location of the wound. “When was the last time you saw her?”

His head snapped up.

“No answer? Interesting. Then let’s talk about…

time off. You hard-working soldiers must get all kinds of vacation time.

” My suspicions about the selfish supreme and his warriors were fleshing out before me.

“Since you chose to be here—you and your parents—you should be able to leave whenever you like, right?”

He furiously scrubbed at his onyx staff.

Bingo. Time to go in for the kill. “Unless you’re stuck here. Just. Like. Me.”

“Enough! I grow tired of your ridiculous questions.” He rose and walked to his alien closet, his fierce spikes jutting from his spine, smelling as delicious as ever.

“But I didn’t even ask you about surveillance.”

“What surveillance?” He barked from the closet.

“How are they watching us? Are there cameras, or is there some alien equivalent I haven’t heard of?

” This bossy alien had no idea what I’d endured in New Angeles.

Every moment of my life had been recorded—before and after meets—while we ate, bathed, slept.

Our lives were on display, anything to entertain the public.

If his supreme craved the attention of his people, they would be observed.

All the time. Either to broadcast or to ensure his warriors remained loyal.

“We are not monitored. That is ridiculous.”

I laughed out loud. Now, who’s lying? “Not even in the ring?”

“Of course. Every action is recorded and broadcast throughout the arena and planet. There are units built into the walls, the ground…everywhere. But here in my domicile? No. My supreme has no need to monitor us.”

“How does he keep you from running away?”

“Run away?” Xefe stormed in from the closet, no staff in hand.

“I would never dishonor my family, my warriors. There is no escape. You have not seen, but outside of these protected walls are whirlwinds so massive they dwarf the mountains. They are called Guardians, and they destroy anything not native to this planet. Aliens like you are swallowed and ripped to shreds. The only escape is through portals, which is far too dangerous.”

I’ve seen them. I might have to take my chances with the portals.

As if he heard me, he grabbed my arms. “ Never go through one of those portals. Do you hear me? There are things inside…” he shook his head. “You could get sent anywhere, or worse. Much worse.” He pulled me closer with each word.

I shivered as I remembered the howls and voices I’d heard when I traveled through the floating eddies. I gazed into Sunny’s eyes, mesmerized by the swirling orange in his gaze. No pupils. By the time I finished the thought, the fire died, and his expression went blank.

“Why does that keep happening? It’s like you only feel things for a few seconds and then you go blank.” Except for his grumpy setting. That was constant.

Sunny let go of my arm. “It is how the supreme ensures his warriors are safe. Able to fight with no distraction, with no feelings to get in the way.”

Ay Dios , is he the one who cut off his cock? “What did he do to you?”

An earth-shattering alarm blared through the room, bouncing off the walls and echoing through the mighty mountain.

“ What the hell is that? ” I crouched down with my hands over my head.

“It is time to rest. Ready yourself for sleep.”

“You have a bedtime?” I slowly stood. “Oh, come on . You’re a grown-ass man… er, alien. You can’t decide when to go to sleep? Unbelievable. They didn’t even dare do that to us on Earth.”

He ignored me and readied himself for bed by tossing my dirty sack-dress in a waste shoot and escaping into his closet.

Damn, he’s pissing me off.

And driving me crazy. And turning me on so bad I might just drop chonies and start buttering my own muffin. His smell, an earthy musk that made me weak in the knees, surrounded me. It gripped me, making me want to do all sorts of lascivious things to this golden alien, which was terrifying.

Information no longer mattered. Fighting to escape this hellhole was put on the back burner. Not that I wanted to abandon the idea, but I couldn’t get beyond the deep pulse between my legs.

My chocha was on fire, and I needed alien junk. STAT. Except, holy hell. He didn’t have any. Story of my life. I was finally attracted to someone, and he doesn’t have the goods to make it happen. Valentina would be howling at me. She never had any trouble hooking up. Anywhere… and often.

“Are you ready?” Xefe stormed back from the closet, completely naked.

My eyes immediately went to his body…and it was glorious.

Miles of flexing muscle, his skin a bit rougher than mine—and literally covered in glittering gold.

A sparkling mist rose off wide shoulders, peppering the air with a delicious scent.

But when I glanced down at his goods, hoping beyond hope that something had changed, pito-wise , for my golden friend— nada .

Two fierce spikes stuck straight out over his non-existent dick—fiercely protecting his golden mound of nothingness.

The idea of my pussy being gored to death went a long way in cooling my desire. Sort of.

“Get in.” He motioned toward the small bed, miniscule in proportion to his massive size. “You will sleep here. With me.”

“I can’t sleep here!”

“Does your kind sleep standing?”

“No.”

“Do not make me repeat myself.” Sunny lay on the bed. No covers, no clothes, just delicious golden skin and a few killer spikes.

So disappointing. Even if he wanted me, which he clearly didn’t, he just didn’t have the goods. Sin pito. Dickless. But his species must propagate somehow . Maybe his dick was really in his foot or something.

“I will not chain you tonight. But know this. If you try to escape, I will punish you. If you try to hurt me, you will fail, and I will punish you.”

I grabbed his Oro-scented blanket, because it was mine now, and lay beside him.

The bed wasn’t huge, but he was. He had turned his back to me, and I scootched to the farthest edge away from him, feeling absolutely tortured by the cinnamon scents settling over me, invading me, making me heavy between my thighs. Soft with want. And so wet.

I peeked beyond the blanket and studied the veins of gold shooting up his spine, around his wide shoulder blades, and bisecting his enormous lats. It looked so soft and inviting if you ignored the four thick spikes protruding from his spine. Plus, the one sticking out above each elbow.

“Um, not to sound unappreciative, but do you move around in your sleep?”

“How would I know? I’m asleep,” he grumbled.

“Well, you better ask somebody because there’s no way I’m sleeping next to those spikes. You could impale me.”

He pounded the hard bed, and slowly, the spikes lining his back wiggled and then softened.

They elongated and wrapped around his shoulders and waist, hardening in place.

He watched me over his shoulder, his sunset eyes blazing.

They didn’t glaze over as quickly as usual.

This time, it felt like he simmered on a slow burn.

His spikes had… moved. Amazing.

I curled into a ball and tortured myself by dreaming of a giant golden cock filling me, pressing against my weeping clit. It just wasn’t fair. My sister would have said, Who needs a cock if he has a mouth?

Genius!