The Alien's Mail-Order Bride (Risdaverse, #0.5)

by Ruby Dixon

And since I walk with a heavy limp and my face is scarred up, I’m kinda hard to miss.

I so have a dirty mind, hehe

Somehow, I appreciate that defiance. It fills me with relief even as it makes me angry that I’ve been deceived. She’s not dead-eyed. She’s a fake. “What are you?” I ask, changing my question. “I’m a human,” the female says. “And you can call me Nicola.”

“I’ve been among your people since I was twelve.” He

Maybe it’s deviant of me, but I like the thought of filling my wife with my seed, making her pregnant.

And that makes me think of the human again. The human with her flat face and her odd-colored skin. Her delicate bones and the way she only reaches my chest. She’d be all belly if she carried my child.

“Widower, huh? Maybe he’ll need a new bride and won’t mind if she’s not strong and kind of ugly.” I laugh nervously, but Emvor doesn’t join in. His jaw tightens and I get the impression I said something wrong.

I think of him filling her belly with a child, and it makes me want to put my fist through the table between us.

After years of being a human “pet,” I’ve learned not to want things, because it just hurts more when they’re taken away from you.

But oh, I want to stay. I want to stay so badly that I feel like screaming and crying all at once.

And then I’m awarded with an easing of tension in her shoulders and a heartbreaking appearance of that dimple. It’s downright unfair that she’s going to belong to someone else.

no…but I ain’t giving her up. I can’t. She’s already in my blood. Should have known the first time I saw her that I’d be keeping her. Don’t matter that she’s not strong and fit.

“Nope.” And then I put my sled in reverse and careen backward, away from Amanast and his shiny sled and his obnoxious laugh.

“What’s wrong?” Nicola asks

“I’m keeping you.”

“Unless you don’t want to be kept—” Nicola flings her arms

She makes a sound of pure delight and snuggles up against me like I’m the best thing that’s ever happened to her.

“Should probably save all the face-tasting until we get back to the farm.”

That might be the first time I’ve heard her say my name. I like it, almost as much as I like the face tasting. “I’m sure. You’re mine and that’s that.” “That’s that,” she echoes, a happy sigh in her voice. “I didn’t think you liked me.” “Like you too much,” I admit to her, and I’m rewarded with another wide smile. Complimenting her makes me feel good. Gonna have to do it more often, I think.

My wife. The thought fills me with pride and a sense of rightness. This is how it should be. We belong together. She’s mine. I’ve never loved the thought of something like that so much.

“Hate socializing,” I admit to her. “I’m not much of a people person.” I hesitate, then continue. “But I’ll give it a shot if you want to meet the neighbors.”

“And I want to touch you. All of you. Is that wrong?” If it’s wrong, I want to be wrong with her.

“Kef the plas-film,” I tell her,

“The thought of you carrying my child fills me with joy.” Her eyes glow with happiness and she puts her arms around my neck. “It does?” “There is nothing I want more…if you are ready.” “If it was anyone else, I would say I wasn’t sure. But with you…”

“With you, I want everything.” “Then show me how to kiss.”

I’m liking humans more and more by the moment.

“They’re just bigger than most mesakkah women. I need additional support.” Her cheeks flush. “So I don’t bounce all over the place.” “I…would not mind seeing bouncing,” I admit,

Her breasts jiggle as the band drops, and then I am speechless at the sight of their bounty. She is full and plump here,

with dark pink, tiny nipples topping pale, creamy mounds. I brush my thumb over the tip of one and it tightens.

“Did you just make a joke? My, Emvor gets laid and suddenly he’s a different man.”