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In fact, one peek at the fancy tech and seven-foot-tall, heavily armed dinosaur guards had me debating if I should offer up my mouth or my ass first. Sexual favors were typically my do-or-die; after that, I got nothin’.
I was resilient though, I could credit myself with that. Like a worm that had been chopped in half—never really the same again, but still managing to survive.
I mean, the stewards were slightly more… humanoid, and they were assholes. Go figure.
I must’ve had a copy of War and Peace for notes because it wasn’t until I started tapping my foot and humming “The Final Countdown” that he sighed again, finally gracing me with his—clearly divided—attention.
It shouldn’t have been a shock that not even the fucking aliens wanted me. Being a mistake was my MO.
“Are you telling me that I’m actually going to be sent to market like a fucking pig?” “Of course not,” he droned without skipping a beat. “Pigs are useful creatures.”
I was into big dicks, but there was a limit.
I’d changed my mind. Where the hell was Sharky?
Pft, who am I kidding? I snorted anyway. My emotions weren’t exactly well regulated, and seeing a fierce warrior alien with a hairdo to rival one of the Spice Girls kinda tickled me. Not that men couldn’t be pretty too, but come on… It was just so ironic.
Big dude and his three merry men charged toward me, and I struggled to contain my involuntary flinch. He really was a beast, and pissed-off looking to boot, so could I be blamed for nearly shitting my pants? Surprisingly, my reaction made him falter, signaling for his posse to wait while he approached alone.
My skin prickled under the rapt attention, but it was nothing to how my back stiffened as he leaned down and, because this whole situation wasn’t weird enough, proceeded to sniff me. He fucking sniffed me.
“I, Zaay-el. You come with us. New home. No harm to you.”
It was embarrassing to admit, even to myself, that the sight made my skin flush and my belly heat.
It was kinda exhilarating, I couldn’t lie. No one had ever looked at me as if they wanted to throw me down and treat me like a sleeve for their dick. Crying shame, really.
I was no expert, so I had no clue if that was even possible, but hey, aliens existed, so real life was bullshit, right?
Not only had I been bought by an alien, but an alien king, no less. Well, I’d be darned. Also, ‘Great Leader’ sounded like cult behavior. I was going up in the world. Look, Ma, I’m in a cult.
omggggggg lol
“And from what I’ve heard from the others, they’re in much the same situation. We’re treated as a rarity here; a treasure. Useful and needed. Not a burden or a pet, though it may feel like it right now.” “So… I’m not a slave?”
“You have no job,” she stated, shifting in her seat as I waited for the other shoe to drop. “You are the Great Leader’s mate.” And there it was. The other shoe. The whole fucking wardrobe.
“What even is this dude’s name, anyway?” I asked, hoping it would soothe my nerves some to not be totally in the dark about my husband to be. His name was a start, I supposed. Fiona turned to me, smiling fondly in a way that made it obvious she thought highly of the dude. At least he had one reference. “Voh-ack.”
The dude’s sister, Puu-kah, lingered near the entrance to the den and she smiled widely at me, raising her two middle fingers as if confusing the gesture with a thumbs-up. Or she was just enthusiastic about telling me to go fuck myself, which, yeah. Thanks for the support, I guess.
I hated how sweet that sounded. We were like a couple of penguins, and I briefly imagined him scouring the beach to find me the prettiest pebble for our anniversary. It cheered me up some.
And honestly, yee-haw for alien abduction ’cause jerking and sucking on lee-zurd popsicle was fucking fire.
In my thirty-four years of life, I had never encountered anything so… exquisite.
I could defend him. Fight, if necessary, and then hoist him onto my cock as blood still drenched my claws.
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.
It didn’t matter that there was no collar around my neck, I was still trapped, and that just made me want to leave more, y’know?
I mean, this whole time I’d believed I wasn’t attractive to aliens, but now I knew, in no uncertain terms, that I’d been wrong. I was actually alien bait. Strangely, that was doing wonders for my ego.
To my mortification, my cock stirred, and I rocked on the balls of my feet, ready to vault across the room and climb my alien like a very tall, very sexy tree. What the fuck was happening to me?
He was showing off. For my benefit.
And seriously?! I could’ve been to Earth and back. Was alien dick really that distracting? That was rhetorical.
“Roo-bin.” I sniffled. “Don’t do that, okay? I’m not…” I’m not worth dying for. “Roo-bin, mate,” he said, wiping away the stray tear rolling down my cheek. I swallowed the lump in my throat. “Always save.”
“Yes, Cah-ka-rook-uh,” Voh-ack purred, his tone like velvet, wrapping around my cock. “Come for your mate.”
I couldn’t risk getting attached. I couldn’t risk fucking everything up again.
Is he lonely? Any other day, I would not have disturbed him, only watched from afar as he went about his routine, but my heart hurt to see him so, and I decided that the clan unrest could wait. I wanted to comfort my sad little hoo-man.
“Why, um… Why d-yaa want to learn?” I frowned, the answer plainly obvious. “Spend time with my hoo-man.” His blush really was pretty. “I will deh-mon-stray-t, then you can follow my lead, yes?”
“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.”
Vo’ak pointed at me and smirked. “Loud, when you are full of my cock.” My cheeks heated.
The bulge in his furry briefs was obscene, his thighs already glistening with dripping slick, and my mouth watered. I needed that inside me. Right the fuck now.
I moaned, content, and from the corner of my eye, I caught Vo’ak’s tail swishing, but not in agitation as I’d seen it before. It was almost… wagging. Joy or arousal, I couldn’t say, but probably both, and it was so freaking cute that I couldn’t help smiling into his mouth, huffing a soft laugh.
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.
And, seriously, when the hell had gaining the approval of my jailors become a bigger priority than going home? The Stockholm be Stockholming.
The big, brooding idiot had still grumbled, then shot two loads all over my face for good measure, but he had agreed, and that was definitely a major advancement in trust.
Fiona nudged me with her elbow, interrupting that train of thought. “Someone missed you,” she teased, nodding to the other side of the camp where Vo’ak stood, his hands fisted at his sides, hungry eyes pinning me to the spot. Exhaustion has left the chat.
A tear ran down my cheek, emotions bubbling to the surface that I’d thought were locked away. “I… I don’t like feeling abandoned.” “Oh, little creature,” Vo’ak cooed, swiping his thumb under my eye. “I am here. Always.”
It was actually laughable how such a big, arrogant alien could barely understand a word I said, but understood me perfectly. Better than anyone.
Please, don’t take this one from me. Let me keep him.
“Fuck you,” he seethed, pointing his finger at my chest. “You doh-nt get to tell me what to do. Yew-r not my king!”
Two events occurred in quick succession. First, my hoo-man flinched, freezing on the spot as fear muddied his face and scent. Second, remorse snapped inside me like a thread losing its strength, my fanned ears lowering, my top lip dropping to cover my bared fangs. What had I done?
There was one thing I hated more than vegetables, feet, and doing anything that took effort, and that was being told what to do outside of the bedroom. Fuck. That.
“Hey there, big guy,” I croaked, and he made a distressed sound in his throat as his eyes roved my no doubt mangled body, and the collar around my neck.
