by Ruby Dixon
Milly moans against my lips and then moves her hands. A moment later, her gown rustles and I can feel it drop to the floor against my boots. She’s completely naked as she stands in front of me, and I lift my mouth from hers so I can gaze down at her beauty.
Everything about her is gorgeous. Her body is pale all over and soft, her nipples pink and her breasts large and prominent compared to the muscular, sleek physique of mesakkah females. Her waist curves in, her belly is soft and dimpled, and her hips flare out slightly and look perfect to grip with my hands as I pound into her. I love every bit of her, from the tuft of red curls between her thighs that shields her cunt from my sight to the pink nipples that look just as soft as the rest of her. I love her tiny, delicate ears and the graceful neck and even her lovely knees.
All of her is utter perfection and I ache with the need to touch her.
Milly moves forward, her gaze on me, and she reaches for the auto-fastener at the neck of my robes. “Can I look at you, too?”
I nod and help her with the fastenings. My robe opens and she brushes it aside, revealing my chest. She gazes at it for a moment, sweeping her hand down my stomach, and then lower, cupping the length of me with one bold hand.
I never expected a simple touch to feel so good. I groan, my fingers dragging through her hair. “Milly.”
“You’re very big,” she murmurs. “Big and hard and not made exactly the same.”
“Is this bad?” I hold my breath. It never occurred to me that our bodies might not match up.
“No, all of our parts still fit, I think.” She smiles up at me. “Even if they didn’t, I’d still want you.”
I shrug off the rest of my robes and tap the side of each boot to activate the auto-fasteners there, then kick them off. When I’m naked, I grab my mate into my arms and haul her toward my bed. Our bed.
She clings to my neck, her breasts pressed against my chest, and I hold her hips tight. They’re just as soft as I thought, and the perfect handfuls for me. I love that her legs automatically go around me even as she lifts her face for another kiss.
I gently lay my beautiful, lovely, human mate on the bed, twining my fingers in her soft hair, and then pin her head back as I nip at her throat. “Milly,” I murmur. “Milly va’Rin.”
“I like that,” she tells me, gasping.
“Mate to Lord va’Rin,” I say, licking the delicate bones at the base of her throat. She’s so fragile, my human, yet so incredibly beautiful. I love that her nipples prick and point up, as if begging for my touch, and I press kisses down her throat and chest before taking one pink tip into my mouth and sucking.
She arches against me, whimpering. Her hands flutter over my shoulders and then she reaches for my hair, her fingers digging into my scalp. “Varrik.”
I tease her breast, licking and sucking the fascinating pink nub until she’s squirming beneath me before moving to the other breast and giving it the same treatment. By the time I’m done teasing her, I can smell her arousal hanging in the air, and the legs locked around my hips are squeezing me tight, as if she’s determined to pull me down against her.
“Please,” she pants when I lift my head.
“Please what?”
“Kiss me. Or touch my nipples again. Or taste me. Something. Anything. Just touch me.” Milly arches under me, frantic. Her hands skim over my chest, sliding down to my hips and then clenching my ass, hard. “I need you so badly.”
“What do you need?” I kiss one breast again. “Here?” I move lower, kissing her belly. “Here?” I move even lower, letting my breath move over the curls hiding her cunt. “Or here?”
She moans. Her hips rise, a silent answer.
Good. It’s what I want, too. I part her folds with my fingers, exploring her with a touch. I stroke a fingertip down the length of her sweet cunt, learning her. Her cunt is as I expect, except for one remarkable difference. She has a nub that I am unfamiliar with, but when I graze it, she goes wild with lust. Fascinating. I rub it and she makes a choked cry.
“Varrik,” Milly pants, her fingers digging into my scalp. “Oh god, that’s so good.”
I lean in, wanting to taste her. I want to revel in her scent, in her taste, in everything that is Milly. I press my mouth against that nub, and when she wriggles, I lick it and tease it as I would one of her nipples.
The cry she makes is loud, wild, and completely gratifying. It makes me hungry for more. I love the taste of her, the musky, delicious flavor that is my human mate, and I drag my tongue over her cunt, teasing and tasting, stroking and pleasuring, until she’s beside herself with need, hips undulating as she makes pleading whimper after pleading whimper. I want to taste her for endless hours, make her come on my face, and then make her come again. I want her to come so hard that she sees stars. I want to hear her moan as she sits on my face and bathes my lips with her sweetness.
But that will have to wait for another time, because right now, I need her desperately. My cock throbs, needing release, and I feel as if I’ve waited forever to claim my beautiful human. When I move over her again, she whispers my name and locks her arms around my neck, dragging me down to her lips for another hungry kiss. I claim her mouth with a hot thrust of my tongue before sliding my cock between her thighs and poising myself at the entrance to her core.
“Is this your first time?” I murmur, nipping at her mouth. “Should I go slow?”
“No and no,” she breathes. “Take me as hard as you want.”
“How hard do you want?” I push against her opening, teasing her with the broad head of my cock. She’s going to be small and tight, and I’m eager to sink into her.
Milly whimpers again. “So hard.”
Gods. This female. I kiss her again, then drag my cock through her folds, wetting my length with her juices. When I’m slick, I put the head of my cock against her opening again and thrust hard, claiming her like she wanted to be claimed.
We both cry out as I seat myself to the hilt. I press kisses to her forehead, gauging her reaction. Is she hurting? Have I harmed her with my enthusiasm? But she clutches at my shoulders and digs her nails into my skin, panting.
“Oh. Your…your thing. What is that. It’s hitting my clit.” Her eyes go wide as I shift my weight atop her. “Oh god, that’s really good.”
My thing? “My spur?”
“Spur,” she moans. “I am such a fan.”
A laugh tears from my throat, even as I pump into her again. She moans, and I can’t stop myself. I have to claim my mate, now. I surge deeper into her with every stroke, loving the sounds she makes as her legs tighten around me and she comes closer to the edge. The feel of her cunt, tight around my cock, is like nothing I’ve ever felt before. It’s never been this good.
When she comes, it’s with a low cry, her back arching and her body tight underneath me. I continue to claim her, stroking deep over and over until she shudders again and cries out a second time, even louder. Only then, do I let my release claim me. It boils out of me, hot and furious, and I come with a shout of her name as I fill her with my seed.
A short time later, I realize I’m collapsed atop my mate, my weight barely held off of hers by the brace of my arms on either side of her. She bites and nips at my jaw, licking my skin after each graze of her teeth, and I feel my cock twitch and grow steadily harder deep inside her.
“Was that not enough for you, my ravenous little mate?” I claim her mouth with another kiss even as she laughs.
“I just thought you were a more reserved type,” she admits, breathless. “I’m so glad I was wrong.”
“Is that so?”
It takes me hours and hours to show her just how wrong she was.
Epilogue
VARRIK
“We’re almost there,” Milly cries happily, bouncing at my side as the ship cuts through the atmosphere. Her gaze is locked to the vidscreen that acts as a window to the outside, and I know she’s eager for the first sight of our new home. It’s fall, which means Risda III is go
ing to be endless fields of ripe golden crops waiting for harvesting, herds of meat-stock on farm after farm, and quiet days of perfect weather.
She’s going to love it.
Because I like teasing my sweet human, I put my hands over her eyes.
Milly lets out an unearthly screech and claws at my hands. “No! I want to see!”
I can’t resist the laugh that rises out of me, and I keep grinning even when she pinches my side, her gaze glued to the screen.
The last few weeks with her have been the best of my life. Sure, every day has been filled with contacts sending me messages furious with my “lewd” marriage, business contracts suddenly ending, and my personal financiers desperately trying to do damage control. None of it matters to me. I’m rich with old money, and I’m tired of aristocratic games. I want to spend the rest of my long, long life with Milly at my side, enjoying her wonder at the world around her. I want to fill her belly with my child. I want to grow old with her and smile with her every day, and mate with her every night.
It’s been three weeks, and yet I know in my heart even a lifetime won’t be enough with my pretty human. She’s captured me, body and soul.
Milly gasps, her hands suddenly clutching at me as the ship breaks through the atmosphere and Risda III spills into sight, as pastoral and peaceful as I remember. “It’s so beautiful,” my mate says, awed. “This is yours, Varrik?”
“And now yours, too, my love,” I say, taking her hand in mine. “Welcome home.”
“Oh babe,” she whispers. “I love you so much. This is perfect. Thank you.”
I press a kiss to the top of her head, filled with love for my precious human. Even though this move was entirely for her, in a way, I’ve come home, too. But I found my home weeks ago, when Milly first put her arms around me.
She’s my home.
AUTHOR’S NOTE
Hello there!
I hope you’ve been enjoying the PRETTY series this month. We wanted to do another set of books all focused on the same concept, and I can’t remember who came up with it, but we all pretty much fell in love with the idea once it was presented - rags to riches, a la Pretty Woman. I mean, how can you NOT love that? I immediately insisted that my hero be an alien (me being me, of course) and then I had no idea who to write about.
Interestingly enough, I’d just finished writing WHEN SHE’S READY, which will be on the Read Me Romance podcast the week of July 1st, 2019 (and in ebook September 23rd). That book has a small walk-on from a pair of characters - a human named Milly and the mesakkah lord who’s wrapped around her small fingers. So I figured, hey, why not write THEIR story? It was fun to dabble with Homeworld and hint at its politics and the bickering between noble families. I hope you enjoyed it!
:)
Ruby
The Pretty Series!
Enjoy all the other books in our Rags to Riches concept!
PRETTY VIRGIN - Alexa Riley
PRETTY PRIZE - Ella Goode
PRETTY BRIDE - Kati Wilde
PRETTY DARING - Jessa Kane
More aliens, you say?
Want to read about more mesakkah (the big blue guys?) Here’s some of my backlist for you to get started!
I want to try ICE PLANET BARBARIANS
Ice Planet Barbarians
Barbarian Alien
Barbarian Lover
Barbarian Mine
I like my aliens in space!
THE CORSAIR’S CAPTIVE
IN THE CORSAIR’S BED
ENTICED BY THE CORSAIR
DECEIVING THE CORSAIR
I want something short and sexy and standalone!
PRISON PLANET BARBARIAN
THE ALIEN’S MAIL-ORDER BRIDE