by Rie Warren
Then the Seer spun Prairie toward her and motioned her long fingers in front of my mate’s slim belly.
“What’s she doing now?” Prairie whispered.
“Blessing our future, our progeny.”
“Oh. Fertility juju?”
The Blind Seer drifted back.
The ring I presented to Prairie wasn’t part of Zenithian mating tradition, but the specially crafted nerezeen jewel represented the symbol of my love, my devotion to my queen.
Prairie’s eyes grew almost as large as the bejeweled ring I slipped onto her shaking finger.
Of course she tried to shrug off the emotion rolling through her, saying, “Oh yay! It matches my other bling.”
But she didn’t fool me. She was touched, so much two more tears trailed down her cheeks and her smile softened into the one I loved most.
Our lush kiss tasted salty as I carried her tears onto my tongue then into her sleek mouth. Pinning Prairie against my body, I devoured her lips, groaning hungrily.
The others departed while I angled my head deeper, kissed her with the joy ever surging through my body.
“Do I get a sparkly crown too?” she breathed out when my mouth descended to her neck.
“No.” Nibbling up to her ear, I plunged both hands into the front of the dress, dragging rough fingertips over the high peaks of her nipples.
“A magic scepter?” She gasped.
I took her hand in mine and pressed it against my thickened cock. “I’ve got your magic scepter right here.”
“Oh yes, you do.” She squeezed me, a soft sultry moan teasing me as much as her touch.
I quickly shed my chestplate, and it clattered with a ringing sound as the heavy metal dropped to the floor. Spreading the two sides of Prairie’s bodice apart, I lunged down to her breasts. I sucked one nipple into my mouth before pushing both mounds together so I could lick and nuzzle the two bright crests.
Her fingers struggled with the lacings of my pants. She whimpered as she leaned back against my arms.
As soon as my hot cock slapped into her palm, I released a roar to the night sky.
She kissed a path all over my chest, her fist pumping up and down my staff. And I lifted her skirts until they draped over my arms. Finding her plump wet pussy, I slid my fingers along her slick heat until her hips rocked.
Slowly, slowly, I grazed a fingertip around her hole before slipping it deep inside her lush cunt.
She bit my nipple, tugged it with her teeth. “Isn’t this desecration or something being the Temple and all?”
I pulled back, my gaze greedily taking in the disheveled sight of her.
Eyes blazing, nostrils flaring, I pushed my leathers to midthigh and presented my shaft to her. “Stop talking and get on my cock.”
Swallowing down a whimper, she jumped into my arms. With her legs around my waist, I easily supported her weight, and I drew her inexorably down onto the thick spear of my flesh. Her cunt opened, the wet depths like a silky slutty mouth feeding on me, and I knew I’d be giving her more cock tonight than I ever had before.
She keened as I buried my dick to the root, her cry of sharp lust consuming me.
There would be no gentle mating of my queen.
I took two steps and backed her up to one of the obelisks. Then I belted out an obscenity and engaged her fully. Stamping my feet, dragging a fang down her neck, I fucked my little mate rapidly. Pumping in and out repeatedly, my cock and her pussy smacked together with lush lurid sounds.
Had the obelisk not been enchanted I would’ve plowed her right through it. Bucking her hips every time I stretched her to the fullest point, she wailed. She could do nothing but take it, take me, and I powered into her.
She came again and again, but I wasn’t done. Not until I held her ass in both hands, lifting her up then plunging her onto my cock as she dripped all over me and clung to my shoulders.
“Fuck. Prairie. Yes!” Cum hurtled from my cockhead, the blasts endless.
My cock kicking and jerking inside her, I held her against my chest, shouting mindlessly. And when I finally stopped coming, my cock stayed hard and unflagging.
Gently, gently, I lifted Prairie from me. I kissed her cheeks, and over her closed eyelids. I teased her ear with my tongue and held her until her feet slipped to the ground.
“That wasn’t exactly what I had in mind when I mentioned a magic scepter, but I’m not complaining.” She sighed, swaying against me.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Prairie
AND SO IT was done.
Sudden unbidden tears had pricked my eyes during the ceremony when X laid his feelings bare in his low gruff voice, emotion pulsing from him to me as the Blind Seer joined us as mates.
But what had taken place after the ritual hadn’t surprised me at all. X was one horny alien. I’d shouted myself raw while he’d thrust into me again and again. His huge cock could do some serious damage, but after being with him so many times, the heavy weight of him shafting deep inside me brought nothing but pure pleasure.
Mind-spinning, body-rippling, out-of-this-world pleasure.
Of course I was probably walking a little bowlegged as we made our entrance at the feast to celebrate our mating. He was lucky I loved him so much I didn’t mind him getting all territorial over me at any given moment. Besides, knowing he could never keep his hands off me was hot.
The Great Hall was decked out in banners and flags and swags of fabric, enormous flowers shaped like trumpets spilling over in tall crystal vases. And as X and I appeared at the open doors, we were greeted by applause, everyone rising to their feet.
People parted, making a path for us as we made our way to the royal table, the Zenithians showering me with a glittering rain of gemstones. So much cooler than the human tradition of throwing rice at the married couple.
Apparently almost kicking Dylka’s ass then surviving an attempt on my life made me the most popular girl in school. And, of course, I was their queen now.
Grinning widely, X led me to my throne, pressing a kiss to my lips as he seated me.
Music began, drums and other instruments pounding out an earthy tribal beat, and food and drink appeared as the festivities got underway.
“What took you two so long?” Magnar glanced at us.
“He was giving her his magic scepter,” Dex said to howls of laughter.
Of course X just lounged there in his throne, gloating.
I glared at Dex.
He smirked back at me. “What? Someone has to guard your royal highnesses and your heinies.”
After the feast came the dancing and more drinking. Kerta and Dylka showed me some funky moves, but X would only stay away so long before he stole me from them to pull me into his embrace.
I briefly wondered what my life on Earth, my future in California, would look like. I could never have imagined falling in love, getting married, settling down. Life on Earth had been pretty empty, and I felt more at home here, a human among this race.
I had no regrets as X—delicious, powerful, sex god that he was—pulled me into another dance, the furious drum beats licking faster and faster as he gyrated against me.
Fingers stroking across his chest, I brushed my lips against his. “So that happened.”
“Hmmm?” Eyebrow quirked, he looked at me with his always unsated predatory hunger.
“We got married.”
“Mated.” He winked.
“Semantics.” Pure joy filled me when he spun me up against him.
“Whatever.” Firm warm lips nuzzling my neck, he propelled me even closer.
Later, after more drinking, more dancing, I sat on X’s lap at the table, trying to get a read on Dex and Jedrek and the possibility of them having butt-secks together.
Divining my thoughts, X’s chest moved in a silent chuckle.
Then it was Zane—the prince of Zenithia—who commanded all our attention.
Raising a tankard, he proclaimed, “I think it’s my turn for a sojourn to Ea
rth if such fine females as Prairie are to be found!”
Oh Lord. Save the human women from the biggest manwhore of all.
“I half pity, half envy the Earth chick who gets a load of his BOGO,” I murmured.
“Prairie.” X laughed again, jostling me around on his lap.
I ran my fingers through his hair, kissing near his ear. “Get it though? Because of the two cocks? Buy one, get one?”
“Meerhi,” he rumbled, shifting me so my legs spread around his hips, and his turgid cock made its presence known.
“With regards to the woman Zane chooses, I guess I’m more like seventy-five percent envious and—”
X slammed his yummy mouth over mine, which had really been my intention all along.
By Rie Warren
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Acknowledgments
Hello my friends, and Happy 2018!
I bet this is a surprise, huh? Well, I wanted to do something completely different after finishing up the CBBs series last fall. I think I achieved my goal, right?
Lots of fab folks helped me bring these new “Alienista” books to life, and I seriously wouldn’t have had the chutzpah to take on Intergalactic Lurve without them. Of course Gilly Wright—editor, helpmeet, Google Mistress. Missy Borucki took a look at my potential (ten page list) of book ideas, saw the extraterrestrials, and was all ‘fuck yeah’. April Gasaway, Christine Cox, Gemma Brocato, Samantha Potter, and Missy B. all took time out of their real lives to read incredibly messy rough drafts and supply me with awesome feedback!
Thanks to my ah-may-zing readers who always support me, no matter what crazy shit I come up with. Seriously, the messages and comments and posts and emails . . . y’all really help me find the courage to keep writing, and even to brave new-to-me genres.
Keep reading, sexy people.
XOXO,
Miss Rie~
About Rie
Rie is the badass, sassafras author of Sugar Daddy and the Don’t Tell series—a breakthrough trilogy that crossed traditional publishing boundaries beginning with In His Command. Her latest endeavors include the Carolina Bad Boys, a fun, hot, and southern-sexy series.
A Yankee transplant who has traveled the world, Rie started out a writer—causing her college professor to blush over her erotic poetry without one ounce of shame. Not much has changed. She swapped pen for paintbrushes and followed her other love during her twenties. From art school to marriage to children and many a wild and wonderful journey in between, Rie has come home to her calling. Her work has been called edgy, daring, and some of the sexiest smut around.
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