Page 33 of Xefe (Nozaroc Alien Warrior #1)

S he won.

Xefe stood in shock, slowly processing what she’d done.

The Glrtsstlllloroggg hadn’t worked. He’d taken more than ever before.

Numbed himself to the core, and… it hadn’t worked .

This small, soft-skinned marvel made his rod rise.

He’d thought she’d lied, but… her mouth had been magic.

He started to understand how her words were her most powerful weapon.

She was a fierce fighter.

Is she mine?

A fire was lit within him. A torch of beaming light, igniting his cells, stirring his bones. His skin jumped, and he felt the markings on his arms grow, spreading farther over his chest and back.

My mate, my heart. My life. My almax . Till death…for her?

Loxo rushed up to him, his eyes wide. “Can it be?”

Xefe watched Hermosa, the earthers, and their purple companion celebrate, jumping and slapping hands. When she looked back at him, he saw her emotions but had trouble reading her face. He should have become more accustomed to her expressions.

That changes today.

“First. Did you hear me?” Loxo shook his shoulders.

“The whole arena heard you.” Xefe kept his eyes trained on Hermosa.

“How is this possible?” Loxo looked down at his buzzing rod. “What does this mean? For all of us?”

Xefe had no answers and would only entertain this conversation for a few seconds more. He needed to make sure Hermosa’s words had been true—had been authentic rather than a ploy to get what she wanted.

“Does it mean?” Loxo staggered back. “She is… she is your—”

“Don’t say it. Not here.” Xefe looked around, conscious in a way he had never been before. Could his woman be right about surveillance as well?

“She made it move! And if it happened to you, it could happen to any of us. That would mean your one is here . But what of going home?” Loxo pondered for a moment, his eyes wide.

When he saw the blank expression on Xefe’s face, he clapped him on the shoulder.

“There is time for questions later. You need time to enjoy your earther’s magical abilities.

” His purple eye swirled as he flashed his canines. “Somewhere you will not be discovered.”

Xefe didn’t hesitate. He raced toward Hermosa, swept her up into his arms, and threw her over his shoulder. All of the spikes on his back softened and wrapped around his middle.

“Put me down!” She smacked him on the back, but for once, didn’t scream.

The other women laughed out loud.

She is probably reveling in her win. Earthers love to gloat.

“Stay with the earthers, Loxo. We will go together to get uniforms.”

They cheered, and Loxo said, “Understood, First. I guard them with my life. Supreme first!”

Loxo’s voice faded as Xefe raced across the field toward an abandoned cave.

These paths were as familiar as his rod in his hand.

He knew exactly where to take his talented foe.

The feel of her in his arms burned away the last of the Glrtsstlllloroggg’s control.

If she were his mate, he’d never be able to numb himself against her.

His markings and her claim had branded him internally, making him forever hers.

“Where are we going?”

“Need privacy. My cave is too far.”

“Well don’t expect us to do anything because I’m super pissed at you. I’m going to keep my magical mouth shut!”

“If your words were true, you would be thinking about all the things you promised.” He palmed her firm ass, the luscious and roundest part of her frame. He’d never understood how irresistible bare flesh could be with no protective armor. “Speak. Earther.”

She moaned low in her throat, and his rod swirled, pushing up for freedom.

“You need me.” The words were a revelation, a slow burn travelling through him, searing and changing him.

“I don’t!” She groaned again.

Xefe took her to an alcove. Golden vines ran along the walls and ceiling, emitting a soft glow.

He set his female down in front of him. Her scent triggered his fire.

The other day, when he had touched the silky liquid between her thighs, it was ecstasy for someone who had waited for his mate his whole life.

But he had been in denial. Didn’t want to believe she was his.

He examined her smooth bronze skin. The warm tones looked lit from within, reminding him of his favorite spice. Her eyes were a lighter color of the same brown. Spiraling curls ran riot over her shoulders and back, a strand caught on her straight nose.

I must know. “Did you speak true?”

She crossed her arms, refusing to look at him.

“Was it all for show? Your claim of magic?” His whole body tensed, desperate for a truthful answer. She would do anything to survive. Lie. Cheat. Manipulate. And yet, his body had begun to change, to ready itself to accept her as his almax . He was one word away from believing it.

“Why do you care? You left me all alone in that place. You’ve ignored me for days! Well, now I’m taking care of me .” She sliced her hand down. “I got you to move for me, that’s all that matters. All with my magic mouth.”

“I know this. Tell me now whether you spoke true, or if you lied for your personal gain.” He fisted his hand in her glorious hair, fascinated with how it danced and curled around his fingers.

“You mean whether I want to take you inside my mouth?” Her chest heaved. “Why should I tell you my secrets when you share none of your own?”

When Xefe saw the shimmer in her eyes, he realized he’d harmed her.

Hurt her because of his neglect. He’d been locked in the freeze, and it had been an escape.

If he hadn’t overdosed, he never would have stayed away from her.

He’d only made it days, even with the Glrtsstlllloroggg .

“I am sorry, little one. I have no words to assuage your hurt. I made a poor choice and stayed away from you. I will never do that again. But I will only ask once more. Were they true?” His whole being stilled, his innards stalled until she told him what he wanted to hear.

“You’ll stop numbing yourself out? You’ll stay with me? Help us?” Hermosa wiped her eyes with the back of her hand.

“I will do everything in my power.” Xefe wiped away a drop of moisture from her cheek. Unwilling to examine his words too closely. He sensed he would have the struggle of his life deciphering his loyalty.

“I’m choosing to believe you. Hoping we can have a new start because I spoke the truth. Every word.” She sighed. “I’m still mad at you. And God, yes, I ache for you. Need to touch you. Feel you.” She closed her eyes and rubbed her cheek against his palm.

She was soft. And so willing. He loved this side of her. “You humble me,” he told her. And then he demanded. “Show me.”

She smiled and gestured toward his pants. “Take them off.”

With a few quick snaps, they were down at his ankles, his questing rod slapping his stomach.

She bit her lip and studied his rod. “Have I ever told you how much I love Pinky?”

“Must you call him this?” When she narrowed her eyes at him, he amended, “Continue, please.”

Her eyes went dreamy as she reached for him. “When I first met you, I was never so disappointed that a man, well… alien , didn’t have a cock. I wanted you, even then.”

“Such beautiful words. Such a difference.” He couldn’t stop touching her, her cheek, her mouth.

“See? I can be sweet.” Hermosa snagged one of his thumbs between her teeth and swept her pink tongue against the sensitive digit.

Xefe moaned, refusing to shut his eyes as he watched her hand descend and grip his twirling rod. Fire ignited. A feeling he would soon crave. Her touch was different from when he held himself. Gentle, but still firm. She coasted her hand up and down his rod.

His hips kicked forward of their own volition. “Incredible.” His knees locked to prevent his collapse. He watched her, helpless, as she licked her lips. “ More. ”

“Yes, more.”

She dropped to her knees before he could reach her.

“ Hermosa. ”

“I’m okay, baby.” She smiled at him with a genuine grin that set his heart racing. She kept her hand tight and leaned forward, gently blowing on his rod.

His head fell back, and he groaned. I’ve never felt anything like it. Before he could recover, her small tongue lapped at the tip of his rod. Warm, wet, and powerful. “ Yes! That is—”

“Bliss. I know.” Her mouth engulfed him, and never, never had he felt this pleasure.

Spiraling waves engulfed him as her warm, wet mouth took him in.

Her fist tightened and her cheeks hollowed, coasting up and down.

He had never lived such pleasure. “Can’t take much more.

Never so good. Never. ” He roared at her.

She answered by latching onto the spikes on his lower spine, grasping and pulling tight.

“Yes! I feel you. I feel —” He exploded into her tight mouth, watched her throat move as she took him down, swallowing his release. Pleasure engulfed him, travelling straight from his mound, up his spine.

When Xefe could breathe again, he saw his beautiful earther licking him down, every single drop. She ran her palms up and down his thighs, her eyes closed. He palmed her cheek and tilted her face up toward his. Her wide eyes opened, and he felt a knowing.

She is mine. She is my one. My almax.

Xefe fell to his knees in front of her and ripped the sack off her body. Never again would she be clothed in this filth. He would find her a uniform and proper clothing. He peppered kisses down her belly as he cupped her waist. “Let me feast.”

Her small hands dug into his hair, and he loved the firm tug.

When he looked up at her, for once, there were no words between them. Her cheeks were flushed, and her brown eyes glowed with need. She whimpered, leaned back and spread her legs while she guided him down, between her thighs.

Her smell enveloped him, the same scent that had tantalized him for days now. All the moisture, sweet and delicious. I will lick her clean.

Xefe parted her lips with his thumb, the one without claws.

She looked delicate, glistening in need.

That moisture told him she wanted him, was ready to take him inside her.

Today, he would only have a taste. There was no time to relish the moment.

They were needed on the field, and their absence would be noticed.

He found her sensitive bud and leaned down, swiping the engorged nub.

She cried out, and her legs spasmed.

Xefe palmed her thighs, never taking his tongue from her dewy lips. He would lick her until he felt her contract against his face.

Hermosa undulated against him, her face flushed and riveted on him, watching as he devoured her. “So good, Sunny. Just like that. ”

He growled and penetrated her with his finger.

“Oh my God! Right there!” Her inner walls clamped down on Xefe’s hand, and a burst of flavor coated his tongue.

Her taste was heaven, and he would feast on this the rest of his days. “You. Are. Mine.”