You're Not My King! (Extra! Extraterrestrial #1)

by Eryn Hawk

Like a worm that had been chopped in half—never really the same again, but still managing to survive.

Bide my time, wait for a miracle, and pray to fuck that they either killed me quickly or dropped me back on Earth. No current preference.

And there it was. The other shoe. The whole fucking wardrobe.

He was mine. In every sense of the word. Mine to take, mine to mark, mine to possess. Mine to protect. I held him tighter, my thudding heart drowning out the soft hum of his snores. Mine to cherish.

Was alien dick really that distracting? That was rhetorical.

“Your pet name for me is cockroach? Are you kidding me?” I screeched, shoving once at his solid, unmovable, dumb chest. “You asshole. I came to say thank you and be all nicey-nice, but you’ve been over here, swinging your dick and mocking me this whole time?!” I jabbed a finger into his pec. “Fuck you, and fuck your smug, perfect face. I’m out.”

I lifted my hand in an awkward wave, suddenly forgetting how to people.

Funny how this dude could barely string a regular sentence together, but sex talk? No problemo. Ten out of ten. Couldn’t argue with his priorities.

The Stockholm be Stockholming.

He is so funny

Exhaustion has left the chat.

Thanks for the abduction, ten outta ten, would recommend.

I have everything I could ever have wanted right here, and I’m sorry it has taken so long for me to realize it. This is my home. You are my home.”

Being abducted by aliens may not have been on my bingo card for the year, but being loved by one had been written in the fucking stars.

RIP my hole.

Aliens, man. Un-fucking-believable.

I laughed so hard at this