Changed: Mated to the Alien Alpha (The Omega Colony, #1)

by Robin Moray

like everyone else here, I’m running away from something.

“And yeah, I want to talk to an alien dolphin. I would kill to talk to an alien dolphin. That would make me come in my pants, I swear to God.”

Now I’m not scrawny but this guy was like…spank-worthy.

He’s objectively the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Period. And he can’t seem to stop staring at me.

Holy shit. How is it possible to be turned on by an alien?

I’ve touched him first. Literal first contact.

too. I can see fangs under that lip, nice fat ones. I want to get a better look in his mouth, see his tongue, but we’re not friends yet.

He didn’t know about kissing. Does he know about blow jobs? Fuck, imagine teaching blow jobs to an alien species, that’s just wild.

“You liked it,” I say. He flinches but he doesn’t deny it. “Oh my God! You liked watching me get off with an alien!”

Oh God. Well, at least he’s still talking to me. and believes me. And has seen my alien sex vid. Jeez.

“I mean, I should have known you’d hook up with some hot alien you found in a jungle. It’s exactly the kind of thing that happens to guys like you.”

Tal’jen feels like mine somehow. He showed himself to me, he rescued me from the quadrawary, he chose me, not Mike.

I’m gone for him. It’s hopeless. I’m one hundred percent gone on this kinky fucking alien and I can’t even feel sorry about it.

He’s gorgeous and I want him. I want to keep him.

“You are beautiful to me, and I want nothing more than to mate with you, and keep you always safe and happy and well. I will watch over you, until your time comes and you are Changed. And then, if you will allow it, I will watch over you until we are made smoke, and join the ancestors in the sky.”

I think it’s probably not a good idea to let anyone anally penetrate you.” Mike starts laughing and I groan. “Could you possibly have made it sound less sexy?” “All right! Don’t let your big purple boyfriend fuck you in the ass! Because I don’t want to try and deliver it if you carry to term!”

Sex with an alien and now a surprise womb. Omega IV is shaping up to be officially the weirdest planet I’ve ever met.

“Karl tells me you’ve been fucking an alien,”

“If you get yourself pregnant to an alien I’m going to make you carry that baby to term. For science. And for pissing me off. Okay? Good talk.”

“He’s behind me, isn’t he?”

God, I love him. God help me, I really do.

Hie eyes narrow, and I know what’s coming. I mean, it’s probably me.

“I will mate you thoroughly, I swear to you, that your cries will wake the ancestors from their slumbers.”

“Please don’t ever say the C and the M words to me ever again,” I say, “I am far too gay to be able to cope with those words in association with my ass.”

My mate. Soon. Very soon.

Not all aliens have to be titty aliens, after all.

“You’re not going to grow a womb,” I tell him, but he gives me a stubborn look. “You don’t know that! I always catch whatever’s going around, I’m very susceptible to things. So if ‘wombs’ are going around I’m probably going to catch one!”

I need more than this. I need to be fucked. I need Tal’jen and I need him now.

I feel like a ritual sacrifice up here, but instead of slitting my throat for some god whose name I don’t know Tal’jen is going to fuck me instead.

God, it’s like being fucked by a hurricane.

“You’re amazing. Beautiful. Don’t make me fall in love with you.”

Oh shit. He talks dirty in both languages.

“Then I will never let you go, my Cam’ren. My mate.”

I’m a bit surprised when I see the nest he makes for us. “Tal’jen, that’s a hammock.” He blinks at it. “It is a nest.” “It’s a hammock. I don’t think it’s safe to have sex in a hammock.”

He’s my mate. He’s all mine. And he’s perfect.

We are together, as one. He is mine and I am his, and so it will be forever.