Page 22 of Xefe (Nozaroc Alien Warrior #1)

X efe reported to the donation lab, as he did every afternoon. Same time. Same place. Today, he felt uneasy. Hermosa’s words repeated in his mind, calling his whole existence into question.

Her response, along with the other earthers, was staggering.

They believed cell removal was a violation?

He donated freely, yet… had he ever been given a choice?

The process was painful because his rod would not appear until he found his almax , his mate.

He’d never questioned the agony of using needles and suction devices to manipulate his body.

Enough. He shoved Hermosa’s words away and stepped into the retrieval unit, preparing for the process.

Looking around the room, everything appeared the same, but something felt different.

Like a soft touch grazing his skin. Sometimes the Aavvee scientists took a special interest, intensifying the retrieval process, but none of them approached.

Why couldn’t he get rid of the feeling of being watched?

Hermosa. He couldn’t stop thinking about the frustrating earther.

Her impossibly soft skin, gleaming as she mastered the course.

Her smart mouth infuriated and intrigued him.

Her demands—how she pushed him. Since her arrival, the earther remained permanently fixed in his mind.

He didn’t want to associate her with this place, the pain he was about to feel, but he couldn’t stop craving her.

A faint smell caught his attention, but once again, it proved elusive. Where was it?

Sunny. A whispered word in the deepest part of his mind, his soul, made something inside him roar to life. Her essence washed over him. He could feel her and it made him… need .

One of the whirling suction devices descended. Xefe grabbed it and yanked it from the wall. All of his thoughts centered on Hermosa. She was here. It had been her eyes, her scent, invading his body.

Aavvee circled, but they dared not advance.

He could end them all with one blow. He must find her!

Trusting his instincts, he searched. There.

Above him. The little earther watched. Her eyes were half-lidded and she licked her plump lips as if overtaken by the same feelings that ricocheted inside him.

When the Aavvee came closer, Xefe shoved past them and grabbed his staff.

He leaped toward the wall and ascended. Sections of rock flaked off the dusty stone.

He dug his claws in deep and quickly scaled the lab.

In seconds, he was face to face with the delicate earther—only a thick pane of glass separating them.

Hermosa gasped, her hand under her dress as she leaned against the wall. Her head was thrown back, her chest heaving. She was… pleasuring herself.

He wanted it to be his hand between her thighs, discovering her secrets.

What had she done to him? Xefe roared and slammed his staff into the glass until it cracked and eventually shattered.

He dove through and tossed his weapon on the floor.

He wanted nothing in his hands when he touched her.

Scooping Hermosa up, he raced through the dusty tunnels.

He knew every portal, every inch of this facility, so he took her to a hidden alcove he had discovered as a child.

The Aavvee would not find them.

Xefe held her tight, her scent washing over him, making him throb. Reluctantly, he set her down in the abandoned supply closet. Shelving and old equipment surrounded them. There was room to sit in the corner. “What have you done to me? Explain this!”

“E-explain?” Her wide eyes looked enormous. “You should be explaining all of this to me . How the hell should I know where he came from?”

“He? Who? ” His body felt wrong, out of his control, so warm he might melt in front of her. Xefe wanted to take action but didn’t know what to do . “You speak of another?”

“I’m speaking about him .” Hermosa pointed below his waist. “Look!”

Xefe glanced down and staggered against the wall, sliding down until he hit the ground.

His rod had come alive. It spun and preened for…

Hermosa. “This can’t be possible.” He looked at her, for once in his life, ready to beg.

“This…this… I do not understand.” Make me understand. “ He is not meant for you.”

“Ouch.” She winced and squeezed her eyes shut. “Okay, it’s okay. Just give me a second to think. Because I really want us to figure this out.” She took a few deep breaths and peeked down at his massive rod. “So cute.”

“Cute?” My rod? Unacceptable.

“I-I couldn’t help it. Cute was the wrong word.

Let’s try and figure this out together.” Hermosa sat in front of Xefe, her scent addictive.

She stroked his arm, and electric shocks arrowed down to his groin.

Pleasure, such pleasure, connected to this moment.

His rod had never appeared, never shown itself.

“I think I understand a little bit about what’s going on. But you’re going to have to fill in the gaps.” Hermosa took a deep breath. “Dear God, you smell amazing.” Her soft hands pressed against his thighs. “Focus, Hera,” she whispered.

“Do something!” Xefe spread his legs so she could come closer. “This is not normal. I have never felt so…so…”

“Out of control?” Hermosa kneeled before him. “It’s okay, I can help you. I’m coming closer.” She shuffled forward on her knees and sat before him, between his legs.

“I need… I need more .” Xefe growled, frustration welling.

“You’re going to have to let me in, which isn’t easy.

Trust me, I know.” She rubbed her hands against his thighs, and the thick muscles jumped.

“Your little guy has shown up, and he wants some attention, but that means you and I are going to have to touch. To be close. Can you do that?” She eyed the twin spikes protecting his rod.

He relaxed them, directing them to fuse around his waist. He wouldn’t admit it to the earther, but he needed this, wanted it more than anything on this planet. With her. No one else. “Yes. I swear this! You are safe with me. Now, do something .” His head fell back. “Make it better.”

“Still so bossy. Okay, so Pinky has been talking to me for the past few minutes, and I’m so excited to meet him.”

“ Talking? Stop spewing nonsense.”

“Don’t piss me off, Sunny. I’m trying to help.” She straddled his legs.

He gripped her waist, pressing her warm core close to his rod—the only barrier, the thick sack-dress she wore. “Yes, get closer. What else?”

Hermosa rested her hands on his shoulders, licking her lips as they both gazed down at his pulsing rod. “How much of this do I have to explain?”

“I don’t know. Hurry. ” Sheer desire bracketed his body. His need was overpowering.

“I’m trying to make sure you’re okay with all of this. I don’t want to freak you out. Pinky is interested in procreation. Release. Having a little fun.”

“Procreation?” All he knew were the Aavvee traditions. He expected his almax to guide him. “We meet mouths?” He didn’t have the Aavvee equipment, but there might be a connection.

“Yes! Kissing is a good start. I’ll show you.”

“Make it happen.”

She leaned in gently, her full breasts pressed against his heaving chest. “Can’t wait to taste you.”

“ Taste me. ” He felt the tiniest brush of her lips, and his rod jumped.

She peppered soft touches along his lips, her mouth finding his own. Tasting and brushing. She licked him, piercing his mouth, her smell surrounding him in the most delicious musk. Her wet tongue was the best thing he’d ever felt.

He opened his mouth to consume her, spear her with his tongue.

Hermosa gentled him, gliding hers against his, showing him the rhythm, setting the pace.

She spread her legs wider, pressing her hot core against his spinning rod.

The pressure, her smell, all of it made his eyes roll back in his head. “Best. The best.”

“Should I touch you?”

Yes! He sat up and looked between them, pulling up her wet sack-dress. Her silky folds were inches from him. “Do this. Right now!” His rod spun and pulsed, waiting for her.

“I’m obsessed with this little guy. He’s going to make me feel so good.” She tenderly ran a finger down his member. “Both of us.”

It jumped in her hand, pressing closer. Xefe clasped her cheeks, his trembling hands cupping her soft skin. He invaded her mouth and was rewarded by a deep moan. Followed by the single most powerful event of his life.

Hermosa grasped his rod with her small hand. She applied perfect pressure, gliding and squeezing as she coasted up and down his length.

“Yes. More!” He gritted past clenched teeth, pumping his hips, almost bucking her off. He held tight to her waist. He would not let her go—his entire being focused on her perfect touch.

“Feels so good, Sunny. Let me press against you. This is amazing.”

“I—” The pleasure began in his groin and kicked up his spine, slamming through every part of his body. He erupted, bellowing to the stars, spewing precious cells over her hand and dress. His rod swelled and spun. Xefe clutched Hermosa tight, drinking in her scent until he finally settled.

“That was amazing! But a little fast. I was so close.” Hermosa looked down at his soft member and shook her head. “That’s okay. It’s okay. We can work something out. If I talk to him, I bet he’d be ready for round two.”

“Again?” Reality returned in a wave. Noises, smells…

taste. He heard Aavvee and warriors screaming below.

Xefe had abandoned them. For pleasure. He had endangered the facility, the supreme…

his men. All for physical release from someone who could not be his almax .

Yet he still longed to take her in his arms, to kiss her senseless. “This is not right.”

“Not, right?” Her dark eyes blinked in the dimly lit tunnel. Dust smudged her cheeks and neck. Her plump lips still glistened from his tongue.

“I should not be here. With you. You are not my true-mate.” His voice rose with each word.

Her features tightened and closed in on themselves. “Oh really? Well, tell that to your dick. He seemed to like me just fine.” Hermosa pushed off of him and stood. “You told me I was safe with you,” she whispered.

“No one is safe here.” Especially you. He stood, the totality of the situation hitting him.

Her smell was still irresistible, but he shoved the feelings aside.

He grabbed her hand, walking her back to where he found her.

Anarchy ensued below. In the lab. Hermosa should not be here.

“How did you arrive here?” He rounded on her.

She winced, backing away from him. “That’s a really long story, and I don’t appreciate the tone. I’d like to focus on the fact that I saved you from wiggly sucker-things and helped you with your sexual awakening. That should count for something, right?”

“Earther! Where is Loxo and the others? Did you run?” His shoulders stiffened as he realized how bad things truly were. If his supreme were to learn about this, the earthers would be in grave danger.

“I have a right to protect myself and find my sis—” She cut off her words abruptly. “I have a right to try and survive. I wanted to look around.”

“For a way to escape?” She will never leave me. “No!”

“What are you talking about?” Hermosa glanced over her shoulder, ready to run. He knew it. “But do you blame me?” She stepped further away.

“I do .” He grabbed his staff, the one he’d dropped. Because of her luscious lips and talented hands. Before this moment, it had never left his side. He pressed a side lever, and an electric rope materialized.

Hermosa was gone by the time he turned toward her.

She ran. He chased, putting on a burst of speed before the Glrtsstlllloroggg in her system ignited. In tics , she was captured, and the electric clamps fastened to her wrists.

“Sunny, don’t do this! You came so hard, I made your toes curl. And this is how you repay me?” Hermosa pulled at the fastenings behind her back. “Let me go!”

Panic assailed him. She was right. She had gifted him with pleasure like no other.

He couldn’t think! But it wasn’t about him.

Or them. It was about her survival. The Aavvee would report his behavior.

If they thought earthers were reproductively compatible with his warriors, the experiments would be treacherous.

Was there a chance they hadn’t seen her above the lab?

For the first time in his existence, he contemplated lying to the Aavvee and his supreme.

She opened her mouth to blast him, but he covered her soft lips with his hand. “Stay quiet. I need to fix this. Do you understand? The ramifications could change all of our lives.” For his warriors, but especially the earthers.

She shot daggers with her eyes but nodded her head up and down. He had seen this gesture before. It meant yes.

Xefe had to get her back to his quarters. Maybe an injection of the Glrtsstlllloroggg would calm his mind—stop him from repeating the process and begging for her touch.