All I Wanted Was To Become A Scientist But Now I've Got An Alien Boyfriend (Bubble Babes #2)

by Petra Palerno

“You’re my mate. He shouldn’t even be alone with you!” It leaves my lips before I can stop myself. It's true though.

“Listen, Seth, we’ve got BDSM on Earth—and all the nerds and engineers I’ve surrounded myself with for my entire life basically run that shit. After being a bubble babe, I’m sure I can handle a little kink as an appetizer.”

“I would…I would…” I’m trying hard not to lose my nerve. “I would taste you,” I manage to get out.

“Is that what humans call it? I want to drink you in, to lick your soft pink skin. I want you to hold my head down and use me for your pleasure,”

"But what if I can’t…can’t 'finish' that way? What if it takes too long?”

“I don’t know, no one has ever really wanted to keep going long enough for me to find out. I faked it a few times, but I couldn’t keep asking them to keep going when they obviously didn’t want to.”

“I would stay there for days if that’s what it took. There’s no place I’d rather be than between those speckled thighs.”

Does my mate want me? The smell of her arousal triggers explosions between the connections of my brain. This is what I’ve been pining for—Jessy, every f’teeing part of her.

“A heating pad, maybe? And some Cool Ranch Doritos if you have them.”

“Kind of, only they’re much more intense in flavor. They also make your mouth smell like a garbage can after you eat them, but it’s so worth it.”

“Earthmen sound like f’teeing children. You’re in pain monthly to continue your species, and they feel the need to complain? Are they as weak in form as they are in their constitutions?”

“We mate, in ways I assume humans are familiar with from one look at our Queen Opal. Three months after that union, the female lays her egg in the waters of I’loh. That’s where the pup stays until it’s ready to hatch.”

“A live birth? Your young must be small.”

“Yeah, I didn’t realize I would have to be the go-to for human reproductive knowledge. You think these big futuristic aliens would have looked into what makes us tick before they kidnapped us from Earth.”

“I need…Doritos.” “What the f’tee is that?”

“Seth, can we keep that whole mate thing on the DL?”

“What whole thing? What’s the D-L?” “Down low, to keep things a secret about the whole M-A-T-E thing.”

"You spray my bedside with sanitizer overnight because you care if I get sick? You don't do it because you think I'm secretly gross?" Her voice softens.

won't ever let anyone hurt you ever again."

"I'm no Boy Scout, so let me know if the knots hurt, okay?"

Here I am, naked and horny, in front of an alien with a rock-hard cock that I’ve tied to a bed. Sometimes it’s amazing the twists and turns your life takes.

“Do you want me to suck your cock again, Seth?”

“Please, untie me,” he begs, “so that I can kneel before the altar of your awe-inspiring cunt. Let me feast on its perfection.”

“You are in control,” he says. “You are always in control, Red.”

“Sure, Red, you truly are the captain of spacial awareness.” I try my best not to laugh.

I want it. I want Gra’eth’s cock buried inside me. “Fuck me,” I beg.

“I will die if my mate makes me wait any longer.” I think I would die. Every part of me screams for him. For Gra’eth, for my mate. “Fuck me!”

“No, I mean punching the wall. You good? You kind of look like Rambo right now…you’re covered in…is this Deenz blood?”

“I’m going to science the shit out of this, and we’re going to hold the ship down long enough to get every girl out. Wake them up now!”

If anything ever has worked for me, if ever I’ve had any luck, please let it be through science!

“I’m here, my heart,” I tell her, kissing her eyelids, and holding her tighter than I ever have before. “Gra’eth?” Her voice squeaks. “Fuck, I feel like shit.” “You look like shit, affectionately.” I lift her all the way out of the pod.

“I figured the first words out of my mouth shouldn’t be that you were beautiful. I know you hate that.”

I lean my head down, burying my nose in her curly red locks, and breathe in. I’m home.

“Holy shit, Cool Ranch Doritos?” “Only the best for my mate.” He grins.

“Say it, say you’ll turn off the data pad and listen to your mate for the rest of the week. Say I can fuck, uninterrupted, and for as long as I f’teeing want.”

“You are my entire reason for existence.” He throws his head back. “You are my home. I am a shell without you, and I will keep you safe until my dying breath!”

“You’re lucky I love you so much.” He kisses my cheek. “I am,” I tell him, and I mean it.

Sometimes it’s nice to get bred without actually having to breed, ya know?

“I do have dinner. I’d like to offer that information to you first. Your ‘hanger,’ as you call it, can be quite an issue.”

“God, you’ve got a pretty dick.”

I’d rather drink a gallon of sanitizer than trust you little germ-ridden humans to prepare your strange food. What did Betty call it? She said it’s like chicken parmesan…if the ingredients contained neither chicken nor parmesan.”

“Touch yourself,” I tell him with my mouth full. “I want to see you stroke that pretty little cock of yours.”

“I say this lovingly, but you are a people with disgusting practices.”

“Isn’t cinnamon worth a ton of money?” I ask dubiously as I see the amount of the spice I’m covered in. “Yep, and you’re worth more than all the cinnamon in the galaxy,”

“And we’re going to be so happy together, despite your love of disgusting human foods. We’re going to have such a beautiful life. I’ll keep you safe, you’ll have new scientific breakthroughs for the humans here, and we’ll be happy.”

“Good, because I’m about to make you happier.” He grins as he pushes his cock between my legs. “With this ‘pretty dick’ of mine.”

What fucking kind of name is Kir’ron?