Page 23 of Xefe (Nozaroc Alien Warrior #1)
W ait… that’s it? I finally discovered he had a pito —a vibrating, shaking, jiggling mass of golden love—and he doesn’t do anything with it? My aching lady-parts cried foul. He’d left me high and dry, taken his pleasure, and cuffed me.
And not in the fun way.
Sunny picked me up and raced down the tunnel, away from the lab. I wanted to hate him, rail at him, but when he cradled me in his arms like he held fragile glass, I melted. Until I remembered he had me shackled . “What are you going to do with me?”
“I am putting you back where you belong.”
“On your dick?”
The look he shot me was so full of… yearning that I caught my breath. I burrowed in and sniffed his neck, stopping myself from licking it dry. “ Sunny. ”
He stumbled but raced on, storming through the corridors, his firm hand gripping my thigh. If he moved it up a few inches, I might be able to make something happen with those double thumbs.
“This is torture.” I had never in my life been so horny. My pussy literally dripped with need—the power of my desire a pounding pulse between my legs. “You get all the fun, and I’m supposed to what? Watch?” Dios mío he was pissing me off. “Unlock the stupid restraints.”
“They stay on.” We made it back to his room in record time, slinking and diving through back passages with no one else in sight.
He slammed his staff into the ground and opened the invisible force field.
“They ensure you remain here .” He gently placed me on the bed, his harsh words a contrast to his actions.
“I have no time to explain. Just stay here.”
What did I do wrong? “Is this an alien thing? The way you say thank you? Because if it is, it sucks.”
He stormed into his closet and came back out in seconds, wearing new pants and boots. “I have to fix this,” he muttered to himself.
I’d let the cat out of the bag—good luck with getting Pinky back in.
Shouldn’t he be excited about that? Even though his pito belonged to his precious mate, which I wanted no part of—had way too much on my plate—shouldn’t he be grateful to get a test run?
All I wanted was a little reciprocation.
“We can fix it together. Come closer,” I whispered to Pinky.
Sunny looked down at his crotch. It told me everything I needed to know. The little guy had woken up inside his pants. Sunny gave me another hungry look, his sunset eyes swirling out of control. Just when I thought I had a chance, he shook his head and was out the door, staff in hand.
“Don’t leave me here. Take me back to the cell with the other humans.
Wait!” I need you was on the tip of my tongue, but I couldn’t say the words out loud.
With everything in me, I held onto the shattered pieces of my pride.
I flopped on the bed sideways because of the cuffs , plus, I needed a whiff of his itchy-ass blanket.
It smelled so good. My nipples pebbled, and liquid heat pooled between my legs.
Basta!
Why was I just lying here? Escape seemed impossible, but I couldn’t give up. I stumbled over to check out his closet. It was about half the size of the bedroom and held stone shelves and piles of pants made out of hard-to-pinpoint, black material.
In the middle of everything was a solid box—a safe.
Indistinguishable metal objects floated behind a smoky screen.
Unable to touch it because my hands were behind my back, I smacked my shoulder around the safe, hoping to trigger an unlocking mechanism.
When nothing happened, I gave up and slumped against the wall.
Except, my back never hit anything solid. I fell hard, landing flat on my ass. “Ow!”
No wall, just an illusion of one. Huh. The humidity hit me first which was a welcome change.
Everything on this planet was dry. When I came up to my knees, my mouth fell open.
A hidden room. A little grotto surrounded by thick golden leaves and flowers.
Their soft glow illuminated the space. Turquoise water gently lapped against dark sand.
Thank you, Dios. I sniffled and crawled over on my knees. They were scraped, but I ignored the pain. I eventually made it to the pool, lying on a smooth stone. Jet black and polished, it was the perfect place to enjoy my discovery.
Was this Sunny’s secret hideout? His bat cave?
I leaned forward, sniffing the water before taking a deep drink.
Maybe a long bath would soothe my need. Before I finished drinking, the water churned, and bubbles tickled my cheeks.
I sat up and watched hundreds of tiny, golden flowers emerge from the water like synchronized swimmers.
Their beauty quickly faded as the terrors leaped and snapped at my face.
To eat me! I spied tiny pincers nestled in their petals.
Of course, killer flowers. On this planet. Increíble. I couldn’t catch a break.
I stumbled back, landing hard on my pinned arms. But I kept my gaze locked on the flowers, making sure the murderers couldn’t walk on land. They were connected to the pond by gossamer strands of silk. I gave it a few minutes and watched them slowly settle back under the water.
Thank you, Dios. I lay there stunned, convinced I couldn’t have one nice thing on this pedazo de mierda planet.
The silence was deafening, and right before I lost it because I hated being alone, a soft hum caught my attention.
I spied a shimmering force field along the back wall.
I tip-toed over, careful to avoid the edge of the grotto in case I fell in, and stopped inches from the barrier.
It was crystal clear and gave a bird’s eye view of the planet, like a glittering window overlooking a barren wasteland.
Endless black sand went on for miles—jagged rock and soaring mountains everywhere I looked. Foreign, desolate—there was no doubt I wasn’t on Earth. I was afraid to look up, but my gaze landed on fuchsia clouds floating in a light-yellow sky. With one giant blue sun. Blue!
I’m never getting out of here.
I’d busted my ass, stolen a floaty-thing, found a secret sperm bank to get a view of this planet, and the window had been feet from me all along.
Makes me feel lonelier than ever.
I returned to my stone perch and refused to think.
Comfortably numb. Instead, I lay there and waited for the killer flowers to attack, or for the arousal to abate.
Anything to put me out of my misery. Thankfully, Sunny’s scent was long gone.
It no longer invaded my senses, coating me in glimmering Oro. I should be fine now.
But I wasn’t.
Minutes passed, and I still wanted him. I had the taste of him deep inside me. That kiss… it branded me on a cellular level. It somehow completed the process that began when Sunny licked my hand back in Freckle’s ship.
The arousal grew, and I couldn’t take care of myself because my hands were behind my back.
But I tried. I squeezed my inner muscles together, rhythmically rocking my pelvis back and forth.
I imagined his thick thighs between my own, working his magic cock inside of me.
His girth would burn, and I’d beg for it again and again.
If he would only…
“Hermosa!” Sunny’s voice boomed through the entire mountain.
I ignored him.
“Where are you?”
I could hear him tearing his room apart. Not my problema.
It took about five minutes before he stood over me. “You ignored me.”
No kidding, cabrón .
“What are you doing?”
I peeked open a lid and came face-to-face with his kneecaps. Even those strong bones looked sexy. I drowned in a wave of desire. If I could get closer, maybe I could make that kneecap work for me. “I think… I’m dying.”
“ Dying? I knew it. Floppy limbs, tender skin. I will not let you die. ” He crouched down in front of me and frantically ran his huge hands over my body. “Tell me what is wrong.”
For someone with no emotions, he sure sounded dramatic. “I’m wasting away. Dickless and alone.”
His eyes swirled on overdrive. “You would lie about something as serious as death ?” Sunny rose and stomped away.
“No, wait!” I tried to catch him, using my foot like a hand. “I was exaggerating a little, but… I hurt.” Shimmering Oro radiated off his body and onto mine. “It’s too much. I need help.”
He paused and looked back. “What has that to do with me?”
Que carajo! “Are you…” Fury burned through me, making me feel like my heart would explode. “You selfish bastard.” I had to bite my lip to keep back my moan, “I gave you the best orgasm of your life—”
“How do you know this?”
“Your body told me when you screamed your release.” I tugged at the restraints. “And now you won’t reciprocate. You really are a cruel bastard. I will never, ever —”
“Hermosa.” His deep voice thrummed through me. Crouching down in front of me, he palmed my thighs. Warmth raced up my legs, straight to my core. He stared at me for an eternity. “You did not ‘best orgasm’ with me?”