by Sabrina Kade
“Regrets? About what?”
“About me.”
“Azan,” I hiss, wrapping my arms around his neck and kiss the back of his head. He grunts in surprise but places one of his massive hands on my arms. “I regret nothing. In fact, I think I’ve fallen for you even more.”
“Fallen for me.” He swallows. “This is a human term, yes? For caring for someone else?”
“For falling in love, you idiot.” I’m unable to suppress the teasing tone in my voice.
He doesn’t answer, but I feel the happiness in his relaxed shoulders.
After a few hours, there’s so much I want to tell the others, but I hate the idea of leaving Azan alone. If I leave him, will he dive back into the deep thoughts in his mind and convince himself I’ll never be able to love him? I can’t let that happen. So as much as I want to talk to the others, I stay, nuzzled into his chest and arms, and twice, we go down to the food prep room and back again. There’re many eyes on us, interested but not brave enough to ask either of us a question.
Being left alone makes me giddy like an idiot most of the evening. Right until it starts to feel late again, and I hear the familiar pitter patter above.
“It’s raining,” I say to Azan who’s starting to remove his mask. His chin turns up towards the ceiling, and then he turns to look at me, securing it back into place.
“Would you like to sleep outside?”
“It’s… didn’t you hear me? It’s raining, Azan.”
“My question remains. Would you like to sleep in the rain tonight?”
Geezus, why does that question turn me on so much? I slip my hand into Azan’s offered one, and he pulls me into a standing position.
“Azan, warm or not, I don’t think I’ll actually be able to sleep in the rain.”
“Trust me,” he says thickly, a hard-on appearing between his legs. “You will be fine.”
I shiver, resisting the urge to hold his dick instead of his hand.
Oh yes, I think he’s right.
CHAPTER SEVEN
York
For some reason, I feel like I’m back home, and I’ve been invited back to a hot guy’s apartment for the first time. I’ve spent plenty of time in Azan’s lair, but the place he’s led me to now is much more intimate. The walk isn’t easy, especially in the downpour, but I certainly didn’t complain when Azan decided to pick me up fireman style and cradle me against his bare chest. Despite the rain, his scaled skin is still cool to the touch, and his thumping heartbeat must have lulled me to sleep because when I open my eyes again, we’re in a much smaller space.
I smell the rain. It’s like lavender and bergamot with a hint of pine. I love it.
“Where are we?” Azan lowers me to the ground, and I spin around.
This new environment is a cave with a small opening facing towards the rain but not big enough that water seeps through. The ceiling is just barely high enough for Azan to stand without hunching down. The space is warm and quiet, and though it’s totally poor camping style, I love it. It’s only us here now. Us and the rain. None of his brothers are going to disturb us, and I don’t have the slightest clue how far away we are from Korben’s lair.
Can I say how much I love that Azan can handle the rain?
It makes me feel as though there’s a private part of this world for us. What did Azan say the name of this planet is?
Hethdiss. Even the name is soft and elegant like the weather and scent perfuming the cave.
There’s only a single sun rayer, but the space is so small it provides enough light to see a small, fuzzy, blanket laid out over the dirt floor with another two draped on top.
“Lay down,” Azan says, sounding a bit more confident than usual, and maybe that’s because we’re alone. He’s not afraid of someone questioning him being with me.
Giddy, I lay down on my stomach, so I’m able to keep watching the rain and Azan immediately drapes one of the thick blankets over my skin. It reminds me of fake rabbit fur, but I don’t tell him because I’m not sure he knows what a rabbit is, and I don’t want to know if I’m nuzzling under animal carcass. After I snuggle in, I’m surprised when Azan sits next to me on the blanket, legs crossed.
I rise up on my elbows.
“There’s plenty of room in here, you know.” I brush my fingertip against his scaled knee. I’m always surprised Sidyths – despite looking wet and slimy – feel like the most expensive snakeskin purses. It makes me miss home sometimes, and all the things filling my mother’s closet. I keep tracing my finger up and down his knee and thigh remembering all the things I’ve lost but never loved. I’m petting a Sidyth. It’s almost funny, if not for the fact I’m getting wet and Azan’s already sporting a massive hard-on.
His eyes drop to his crotch, and then flicker back to me. “I carried you up here, you know.”
“Of course. My ass rubbed your dick.” I snicker. “It was inevitable.”
“With you around? Yes, it’s inevitable my cock will harden.” He smirks, and I love how I can tell he’s smiling even with his mouth covered.
Speaking of which…
“You can take that thing off now. It’s just us.” I stop petting his knee long enough to smile up at him. “I want to see your mouth.”
His sharp cheekbones flush with color against his pale skin, but he doesn’t argue, quickly removing the mask and tossing it to the corner of the cave. He turns back to me slowly, and I can’t help my nipples hardening under his nervous gaze.
“Come in here.” I open the blanket, so there’s room for him to slide in.
“I shouldn’t—”
“Why?”
His tongue darts out and his eyes widen. Oh yes. He should know damn well by now why I need him under the covers with me. He slides under the blanket next to me, but instead of laying on his stomach, he lies on his side, so he can face me. I turn my head, and our noses almost touch. It’s amazing he’s so close to me and not feeling embarrassed. When it comes to sexy times, Azan can’t get too nervous.
“Do you like my cave?”
I can’t help but smile at the hilariousness of this question. It’s so primitive, and so not what I was used to before I got into this line of work. York, five years ago, would never have set foot into a cave. York, five years ago, would have never openly pursued someone as dangerous looking as Azan. York, five months ago, would have never considered living with and loving a Sidyth, let alone considering carrying his offspring.
Yet, here I am.
“I love it here. I love the quiet.”
“I’m glad.” Azan shifts a bit closer to me until his cock presses against my stomach. He doesn’t seem to mind, and I certainly don’t. “I like coming here when it’s been raining for a few days, and I need some peace from the others.” He closes his eyes. “No one will come to find me out here, and this blanket is one of my personal belongings Dolan tricked my parents into sending with Korben’s deliveries.”
I frown. I’m not sure I like the idea of Azan having to trick his parents into sending him something as simple as a blanket. “I’m pretty sure I don’t like your parents.”
“Don’t worry; you’ll never have to meet them.”
His gaze flickers back to the opening of the cave, and for some reason, his last statement leaves me a bit stung. Never meet his parents. Is that because he’s not planning to stay with me forever, or just plain, not stay here on Hethdiss? Because, despite everything, it’s obvious Azan still has a relationship with his family, no matter how salty.
I try not to focus on that but more on his muscular, cool body rubbing up against mine. The air is muggy in the cave, but Azan runs at a pretty low temperature, and his chilled skin keeps me from all-too-sexily sweating. His cock twitches, brushing against my tummy, and it’s hard not to want to jump his bones in this little cave with the sound of rain behind us, but Azan’s a virgin, and I’m not sure I’m ready to deflower him. I may be twenty-one, but I’ve certainly had my fair share of pleasure over the years – even before I bec
ame a Human Whore.
My lady boner deflates slightly knowing Azan probably isn’t going to jump me like Korben pounced on Blythe. Being a prince, I’m sure he’s also had months’ worth of pleasure, so it probably wasn’t a big thing to either of them at first. Azan’s different, and though I’m pretty familiar with how to pleasure an alien, I’ve never had to pleasure one I actually care about – let alone one who may be the father of my children one day.
I lower my eyes below the blanket, hoping to steal an up close and personal glimpse of his dick to see what I’m working with, but I’ve forgotten it’s covered by his shorts.
“On most of my assignments,” I say absently, almost losing my nerve when Azan looks at me fully, “they made me sleep naked. I… uh… I’m kind of used to it.”
It’s a truth and a lie, and Azan sucks in a breath, dropping his attention to what’s hidden beneath the blanket. He must smell my arousal.
“You never slept in the nude before,” he says slowly.
“With buyers, I mean.” I pinch my eyes shut. “That’s not what I mean. I’m used to…”
“Are you hot?”
“Uhhh… sure,” I lie, already going to remove my top and slip off my skirt. Making all the moves is a little weird, but if Azan’s going to be shy, someone’s going to take the lead, or he’s going to die a virgin. “You can get naked too, you know. Uh… if you want.”
“Would that be alright with you?” He immediately rises into a seated position.
I glance down at his fully erect dick.
“It’s fine with me.”
He shrugs and shimmies off his shorts before tossing them into the corner with his mask and my clothes and then joins me back in the blankets. He doesn’t seem the least bit embarrassed, which, I will say, is encouraging. Plus, I’m practically getting myself off by pretending to get comfortable against him, by rubbing my body up and down his hard length with a sneaky smile.
“I do not mind being naked, but I did not want to frighten you off by being too forward,” Azan continues, staring out at the rain. If he’s noticed me rubbing against him, he’s doing a fine job of ignoring it – or he’s that fucking oblivious. “It’s bad enough having this disease.”
I roll my eyes. “You don’t have a disease. You have fangs. They have poison in them. We have snakes with the same thing back home.”
He lowers his chin. “Snakes?”
“Yeah.”
“Snakes are animals back at your home?” He narrows his eyes. “And you say they are like me?”
I smirk, trying to compare Azan to a snake in a pet store downtown. “They’re not seven feet tall, and they can’t talk, but there’s definitely some similarities.” I lift my hand and trace a finger under his eye. “Snakes have yellow eyes like this and scales too. Though yours are much prettier.”
“Prettier? Males do not like being called pretty.”
I blush. “Sorry. It’s the color. It’s incredible.” I continue tracing up and down his face, flicking a few of the scales away from his skin. I love the color. Azan’s skin is pale, but the scales are iridescent; shimmering with a mixture of yellow, blue, and green.
“And are these snakes attractive?”
“On purses,” I say quickly, realizing my horrible mistake. Azan flinches back, eyes wide, and I quickly backpedal. “Snakes aren’t humanoid! Not at all! They’re animals.”
“Animals that are killed to make accessories for humans?”
I bite my lower lip. It sounds bad when he says it like that.
“Did you ever own a purse, with scales like this?” He holds his forearm up to my face, cocking his head to the side.
I blush. “Yes, but it’s not like I killed and skinned the thing myself.”
“The thing.”
His arm lowers, and I still can’t tell if I’ve made him more upset or not. He can’t be too angry; he knows how humans are viewed in the galaxy. We’re slaves, so he would have a lot of nerve getting pissed off that my mom owned a pair of snakeskin heels and some purses.
“I suppose all creatures are monsters in their own way,” he mutters before settling back into the blankets.
“I’m sorry,” I say, not even sure why, but I’m relieved when he doesn’t leave or start an argument. Still, it’s kind of jarring to think how humans are viewed by aliens. Sidyths are terrifying, yes, but humans turn Sidyths – cousins, or whatever – into purses and shoes. Huh. The circle of life, I suppose. I’m growing worried that Azan is going to start looking at me differently when he shifts amongst the blankets and carefully takes my face in one of his large hands.
“You do not need to be sorry for your people’s customs if I do not have to be sorry for mine. Does that sound fair to you?”
I dare to smile. “Sounds good.”
This agreement seems to satisfy us, and we fall into my favorite part of our time together. The comfortable silence. I close my eyes, becoming lost in the scent and sound of the rain, thinking about the cave we’re lying in together, and how much my life has changed since arriving. Coming to this planet was supposed to be another assignment. Nothing more. And yet, here I am with a poisonous Sidyth, laying in a cave and watching the rain. There’s something so surreal about my life, and it’s hard to imagine others not wanting this.
I should talk to the girls tomorrow.
Or the next day.
Ugh, whenever I see them next.
With the way things are now, I may never leave this cave.
The hours pass lazily with occasional small chatter; I’m starting to yawn more and more. And though I’m tired, I’m not entirely satisfied, so I nuzzle closer under Azan’s chin. He sucks in a breath, probably surprised I would put my face so close to his fangs, and he quickly scoots away.
“That is dangerous,” he rumbles. “I was almost asleep.”
“It’s okay.”
His expression turns hard. “If I accidentally pierce you, I might kill you. That would not be okay.”
“I’ve had a good run,” I tease, but Azan does not find me funny, and in a moment’s breath, he’s rolled over on top of me, staring down with an annoyed and yet somehow heated expression.
“That is not funny. I have Chosen you. Do you know what would happen to me if I lost you?”
I tilt my head. “You’d have to become more familiar with your right hand?”
He seems less amused. Ugh, I’m doing it again; using humor to decrease tension. Azan isn’t falling for it. He has no reason to be intimidated by me.
“I would kill myself.”
I sit up on my elbows in shock, but Azan uses his arm to keep me locked down. I stare at him while he takes in a few, deep, unsteady breaths. There’s no sweat on his skin, but he seems flushed with agitation.
“I would die if I lost you, York,” he says, seriousness lacing his tone.
“Azan, I was kidding.”
“It was not funny,” he says, lowering one of his hands and brushing his fingers against my pussy. I gasp out. I don’t think there’s anything he could have done that would have shocked me more. It’s… downright scandalous. “If I kill you, I could not touch you here.”
“Not funny,” I manage to gasp out. Whatever happened to my shy virgin? The man above me oozes confidence, and my hips buck greedily as he thrusts scaled fingers into my folds a few more times. It feels good. Way too good. How can his fingers alone fill me so easily?
“If I kill you, I would never be able to touch you here.” His voice turns thick as he continues to dip and pull his fingers from my pussy. I try and fail to remain composed. My nipples are rock hard, and my eyes are locked on Azan’s intense gaze. If this is how he wants me to understand that I need to be careful around him, I look forward to more lessons. “Wouldn’t you miss this? Me pleasuring you with my fingers?”
“Yes,” I moan, pushing my pussy harder into his fingers. “Oh God… yes.” I’ve never been sorrier for making light of an intense situation. I wasn’t taking him seriously enough, oh fuck
, I shouldn’t have made a joke, but I am enjoying the reality check. “Azan, that feels good.”
“Your expressions would have told me that,” he whispers, lowering his face towards mine. “If you were dead, I would not be able to care for you like this. I would not be able to find the courage to one day fill you with my cock instead of my fingers.” I shudder harder, narrowing my eyes for a better look at his dick. There’s a drop of precum on the tip, and I desperately want to lick it off.
I gasp harder as Azan increases his tempo and wanting to join in; I start to rub my nipples. Azan sucks in an unsteady breath at this, watching me carefully as though taking notes. After only a few more moments, he flicks my hand away and takes over, brushing his massive thumb against my nipple.
“Sidyth women do not like to be touched in this way,” he explains. “Do you like this?”
“Oh yes,” I manage to choke out. “Oh… hell yes.”
The corner of his mouth quirks up in a sexy smile, and I close my eyes, growing lost in the sensory overdrive. I’m so greedy and selfish. I should be pleasuring him now, but it’s been so long, so long since pleasure’s been all about me. For years, I’ve blown aliens, pleasured aliens and never been able to finish because some found it funny to not let us have our own sexual relief. And Azan? He’s letting this all be about me. Every touch, every gasp, every gaze, and every moment is for my pleasure alone. It’s hard not to grow more excited knowing this is a man who cares only about my pleasure – for now.
Once I start showing him what I can do, I’m sure things will shift towards equilibrium.
For now, I take what he’s giving me; calloused, heavy hands against my breasts and teasing my folds. His scaled sack swelling with seed, and his cock dripping pre-cum as he continues to watch me getting more and more aroused.
It’s never felt so good to lose control, but it’s odd not to kiss and not have his mouth on my pussy. This is great, but there’s a part of me that wants sex. So. Much. Sex.
I arch my back as Azan twirls his finger around my clit, and I’m gasping out his name like I’m learning to speak for the first time. Maybe I am because I’ve never called for a man like this before. His finger unravels inside, and my toes curl when one of his longer fingernails brushes against the side of my pussy.