Alien on Fire (Bound by Fire #1)

by January Bell

“You feel like a shaved chinchilla.” It slips out. I close one eye, because damn if that doesn’t sound dirty as hell. “I do not know what that means, but I hope it is a good thing,” he says seriously. “It’s fine,” I lie.

“I’m going to just roll over. You can spoon me.” I can’t be face-to-face with Nydo. There’s no way I can sleep like this. “Spoon?” he asks. “Utensil you? I don’t understand.”

“I cannot hold you like this and not have my cock on you,” he says in a strangled voice. “It is too large, and you are too tempting.”

“You slept with him?” Piper exhales noisily. “Holy shit,” Billie adds. “Must have been shitty if she’s still so pissy.”

I stare at her. She stares at me. Seconds tick by. Only when her arousal scent intensifies do I realize what she’s saying. “Are you asking me to fuck you?” I finally manage.

“My pleasure was not part of the deal.” It’s said matter-of-factly. “Did I… DJ Tom Diddleston you to your satisfaction?”

“Love isn’t holding someone so tight you crush the life from them. Love isn’t tearing their wings from them and putting them in a cage so you can keep them close.”

“I don’t think I’m having a psychotic break. I think I’m being haunted. Or possessed. Alien possession. Or, and hear me out, it’s the goddess who gave me this,” I point to the gold symbols on my cheek, “because she’s trying to make me do her bidding.”