Alien Reject (Fated Mates of the Sea Sand Warlords, #4)

by Ursa Dax

One by one, my friends had fallen, like little human dominoes, to the mystifying charms of these alien kangaroo dudes.

AND GUESS WHOS NEXT 😂

If I were Gahn Buroudei, I would tell you some cryptic tale about using your tongues. But I do not think that Kat would even let you get that close.

😆😆

“Yeah, no. I’m not going pee in broad daylight right next to you with your massive cock just hanging out in the breeze. Goodbye.”

Massive. She’d called my cock massive. This was turning out to be a very good day indeed.

🤭🤭🤭🤭

Sunburned? Ah, no, good Melanie. Sweet Melanie. Innocent, concerned, kind Melanie. No, I’m not sunburned. I’m just feeling the effects of walking in on an alien masturbation sesh for the first fucking time.

“There is nothing wrong with it, Kat. It is just that your tiny mouth perhaps cannot handle all my meat.”

🤣🤭

Maybe there’s some alien virus taking over our brains, making us wanna bang the locals.”

She is a collection of unspoken words. I must learn to read her body the way I’d understand someone else’s voice.

🥰🥹🥹♥️

“Tiny Kat, has my chest injured your hand?” Fucking Galok.

“I should be the one asking you if you’re OK. Where I’m from, I’m known for throwing one mean punch.” Galok looked at me blankly for a moment, then collapsed to the ground. “Oh, send for the healers! Please! The mighty Kat has felled me with one of her tiny, beautiful fists.”

Hahahahahaha the way this had me DYYYING

“Alright, weirdo,” she muttered, that last word coming out in her language. It probably meant something along the lines of powerful warrior. Or maybe, my future mate. One could hope, at least.

Ya Galok, thats what it means 😆

“Galok, do you want to go on a date with me?” “Yes,” I answered immediately, though I had no idea what she was actually asking of me. “What’s a date?”

“Let’s do it! Giddy-up, motherfucker!”

“Weird that all the lights and stuff are still on,” Kat murmured, frowning.

I thought this might circle back to humans returning but prolly just Zoey

Galok swivelled to look at me through the two beakers he was holding up to his face like a pair of binoculars.

😂

Because I was staring at a fucking ghost. “Zoey?”

She was in the ship the whole time 🙄

Normally I’d feel bad about using a dead person’s iPod like this, but given the circumstances, it seemed fair enough.

🤷🏻‍♀️

Kinda felt like I was owed free access to this dead guy’s iTunes library. And, bonus, he had good taste – lots of bangers.

😂😂

Oh my God... Did he just kiss her? Maybe it was better to stay hidden here after all. Whatever was going on out there on this planet was obviously getting very weird.

Very weird

“Uh oh.” Kat exploded forward, leaping onto the second alien. I jumped out of my chair, shouting at the screen, “What are you doing, girl?!”

🤣 ok I love her

A pulley. Thank fucking God it was the engineer hiding in the ship and not, like, Jocelyn the botanist.

🤣🤣🤣🤣😂

I am sure it is replacing all the blood that I have lost even as we speak. Because there seems to be plenty of blood rushing to my-” “Oh my God, stop. Stop!” Kat yelped,

Clearly, it was not finished with us, yet. And its great gaze was pinned on Zoey.

Kat did a strange gesture – poking the tips of two fingers towards her own eyes, then pointing them towards me aggressively, before slipping into the tent with Zoey. I had no idea what that was supposed to mean. Probably something like, I am blinded by my adoration for you, my mate.

100% Galok, you got it