by Sabrina Kade
“I thought you dropped me off to talk to your brother,” I say in a low voice, hoping no one’s eavesdropping. I grab Azan by the arm anyway and lead him out of the doorway, so people don’t try to listen. “I wasn’t aware you wanted me to stay here for the rest of the night.”
“I thought perhaps you had grown tired of me. I didn’t want you to think I was keeping you from the others.”
“You’re not keeping me,” I hiss, angry he’s losing his confidence.
Ellis and Hujun aren’t paying attention, and the halls are clear, so I reach out and grab his dick, stroking it a few times. He crumples, lowering his face close enough that I’m able to grab it and press the tip of my nose against his. “Does a woman who’s sick of you stroke your dick like this?”
He swallows hard. “No.”
“Take me back to your room. Our room.” Azan stumbles back a few feet, already growing hard.
“Our room,” he breaths, and there’s a trace of excitement in his voice. “You heard me…”
Turns out, I can’t wait until then. I take his length between my fingers and back him into the nearest open space.
“This… this isn’t my room…” he stammers.
“I can’t wait.” I plant my hand against his firm chest, so he doesn’t try to move me. I’m greedy with need, and I’ve got to make my alien come right now. He needs to know what he’s missing, and sadly enough, I need to get out of that room before all the girl talk makes me sick. Through his shorts, I stroke his length, and his eyes light up with lust and excitement.
“Someone could come,” he manages to gasp.
“Someone is going to come,” I tease, stroking him harder until I notice a damp spot in his shorts, “and I’m pretty sure it’s going to be you.”
“Ohh… fuck,” he mutters, making me laugh.
“Your English is getting better.” I stroke him harder and faster, hardly caring about the voices beyond the privacy curtain. Who cares? I’ve got him by the dick; he’s not going anywhere.
“Let me… we should go back,” Azan growls, trying to slow me down, but when I pump harder, he groans and arches his back, banging the back of his head against the wall.
“Am I allowed to go back to your room?” I’m thoroughly enjoying his helpless groans and hisses of pleasure as an orgasm builds. God, I love this. The power of bringing a massive alien to his knees, though he’s got two feet of height on me. I lift my chin towards his face. “Are you going to leave me in the Gathering Room?”
“No.” He punches the wall before fisting my hair. The contrast of these two touches makes my thighs damp. Hard and soft.
Hard for me.
Soft with me.
“I want you with me… of course…”
“For how long?”
“Forever! I want you with me forever!”
His body spasms as he climaxes into his shorts, and collapses to the floor with a heavy thud, sweaty and glistening. I take a seat next to him, smiling triumphantly, feeling like a fucking badass vixen as he steadies himself, stroking out the last of his seed to the floor. Someone’s going to have quite a surprise later. I pat his arm. “That wasn’t fair of me. Making you say stuff like that in the heat of the moment.”
“No.” He takes in a full breath and releases it slowly. “It certainly was not, but I shouldn’t have left you like that. It shouldn’t take you stroking my cock to say what needs to be said.” He bows slightly like I’ve seen him do with Korben. I blush slightly, straightening my spine.
“And what needs to be said?”
“I don’t want you to stay in the Gathering Room.”
I suck in a breath. “You don’t?”
He shakes his head hard, turning towards me. There’s a hint of lust in his eyes, and like a magnet, I spread my legs to him, knowing his intent. Sure enough, a single finger dips between my folds, and I’m about to get lost in my pleasure before I remember we’re supposed to be having a conversation.
“I said this isn’t fair,” I gasp as the thick, slapping sound of my arousal hits his fingers as he pounds into me slowly.
“It’s not, but if you’re going to ask me a question while I’m coming, it’s only fair for you to answer my question while you’re coming.”
Nasty, sexy bastard. I smile like an idiot as he continues to push into me with those magical fingers. Finger fucking is where he’s most confident. There’s no way he can hurt me when he fingers me, and I don’t force him to kiss unless we’re completely alone.
“What’s the question?” I manage to gasp.
He lowers his face, brushing his nose against mine like an Eskimo kiss, though I’m sure he doesn’t have the slightest idea what an Eskimo is. His cool skin brushing against mine is an incredible feeling, and it belongs only to us. I’m getting wetter by the moment, feeling my arousal pulsing deeper and deeper with each delicious thrust.
“I want you to stay with me. Forever.”
“That’s… not… a question…” I gasp.
“Will you stay with me?” His voice lowers to something like if a hiss and a growl had a baby, and I’m so turned on, I pinch my legs together, so I don’t accidentally come. I need to answer. I need to.
“Stay with me… in my room… as my mate.”
“Azan, please,” I gasp. I’m close, but I need to hear this. “Say I’m not a whore.”
“What?”
“My… my line of work—”
Horror hits his face, but his fingers don’t stop moving. “Not a whore,” he mutters. “Not anymore—”
“Oh God!” An intense orgasm pulses through my body like I’ve been electrocuted, and my vision blurs in and out with Azan’s beautiful face as I put it all together. Living with him. I’ll be Azan’s Chosen mate. Officially. To carry his baby… babies… he calls them sprogs?
After a few moments, both of us happily sitting in our aftershocks, Azan turns to me fully.
“You never answered my question.” And though I can’t see his mouth, I know he’s teasing me. I grab his face and pull him towards me, pressing our foreheads together until I hear the unbuckling of his mask and it falls away from his face. He fists my hair and takes his mouth to mine, smiling into the moment. Beautiful bastard.
He says I haven’t answered him yet, but he already knows what my fucking answer is.
“I love you,” I say when our lips are apart long enough for me to stay anything. “I fucking love you, Azan.”
“Love. You love me?”
There’s such a relief across his face, I almost start stroking his dick again, but there will be plenty of time for that. Now that I’m going to stay with him, I’ll be able to suck his dick from sunrise till sunset if I want. I’ll be able to stay in his room, and I’ll beg him to take me to the cave when it rains. Or when it’s sunny. Whenever.
“And you?”
“York.” He swallows hard. “You are the reason my heart beats. Of course, I love you. Does this mean you will…”
“Carry your children?”
“My what?” His eyes dart back and forth. “Oh! Sprogs. So, you wish to build a family with me?” His hand grips more tightly around my hair, as though he can’t believe it.
How can I not love this alien when he makes it seem like being with me is like winning the fucking lottery?
“I wish to build a family with you,” I repeat his exact wording, leaving no place for any misunderstanding. “How many kids are we talking?”
He shakes his head. “Whatever you want, York. I will always take whatever you are kind enough to give me.”
“Well then,” I say, pulling him into a standing position. “Let me give you something right now.”
“Pleasure?” he asks, looking like a complete dork. A complete sex God dork.
“You know it.”
CHAPTER TEN
York
Later on, Blythe and I are smiling like idiots because our men are some of the sexiest, most charming creatures we’ve ever encountered. And though
she’s beaming, Blythe has massive purple bags under her eyes, and it took a lot of coursing for Korben to leave us alone in his private lair. I have to hand it to Blythe, Korben’s room is pretty boss – at least twice the size of Azan’s and filled with lavish items, obviously screaming – highly intelligent race. A stark red piece of fabric that feels like a weighted blanket drapes across the massive bed, and I can’t help the pang of jealousy blossoming in my chest. Blythe’s set up is so much nicer, but she looks like shit, so I show mercy.
“You look happy but tired.” I take a seat on the bed next to her. “I haven’t seen you in a few days, so I wanted to check in on you. Azan said your prince was being downright bitchy about letting me see you. What’s up with that? Don’t tell me he’s gone all Draken in heat now that you’re his?”
She laughs, sounding tired. Again. “He’s possessive alright, but not in the way you think. He’s worried because he didn’t think it would happen so soon.” She blushes and pushes her hand through her dark hair. “Honestly, I didn’t think it would happen so soon either.”
“What?”
“Didn’t the girls tell you?” She drops her tired gaze down to her stomach before flipping it back towards me. “They think I’m pregnant. I think I am too.”
I roll my eyes. “You’re not pregnant, Blythe. You’ve barely known the guy a month.”
“I don’t know, York,” she says firmly. “I feel different.”
“Not getting raped will do that to you.”
“Not funny. I thought you of all people would want to talk about this with me—”
“Why me of all people?”
Blythe stands and gingerly walks over to a small dresser, grabs a stainless-steel looking mug and sips its contents.
“You’re next.”
I blush. Yes, I talked about building a family with Azan, but that doesn’t mean I’m down for more girl talk, despite how much I like Blythe as a person.
“Look, Azan and I just started—”
“If it’s not you, it’s going to be someone else.” She shakes her head. “I thought you wanted to ask me questions. Why do you think I was able to convince Korben to let you come down here?”
“Pussy pillow talk?” I roll my eyes again, but I feel bad, so I try to smile. “Azan and I talked about it, yes, but having kids isn’t anything that’s going to happen right away.”
“That’s what I thought, and now look.”
“Blythe, you’re not pregnant. You haven’t seen a doctor. Wait, have you seen a doctor?” If a doctor was flown here under the radar, then I’m damn impressed with Azan’s ability to keep me sexually distracted.
“One of them here is like a former medical staffer.” She notices me freeze up. “He doesn’t have all his tools, but let’s just say he was able to figure it out the natural way.”
“Who?” I snap before frowning. “Ew, and what natural way?”
“Chentan. He’s one of the older ones who stays in the second lair. He’s one of the only people here that know anything about human anatomy, and he’s pretty confident I’m pregnant.”
“What’s he basing that on? Smell?” She can’t be pregnant. Not this quickly. Not this soon. I’m not ready to think about actually getting pregnant yet! Not to mention, Azan and I have had a lot of sex the past few days.
I mean, a lot of sex.
Blythe flushes, embarrassed. “If I tell you how he knows, you’re going to freak out. Please don’t freak out.”
“I’m already freaked out. Tell me.”
“He…” she pinches her eyes shut. “He tasted my urine.”
“What the actual fuck? Gross! He licked your piss?”
Blythe holds up her hands. “Yes, I know it’s weird and nasty, but it’s the only way he could know for sure. Apparently, there’s a difference in the taste. You know how Sidyths are with their tongues, and Chentan’s confident I have a sprog in me.”
“A sprog,” I scoff. “I hate that term.”
The two of us fall silent as I allow the news to sink in slowly. If Blythe’s right, if the creepy-urine-tasting Sidyth’s right, she’s pregnant. It took next to no time for it to happen. Ugh, but no!
Just because she looks tired.
Just because she’s sick.
That can’t mean she’s pregnant!
But I can’t ignore the idea of tasting urine. If anyone could taste a difference in urine, a Sidyth can. Their tongues taste the air through scent.
And if it’s possible for her…
“Have you an Azan had a lot of sex?” Blythe asks.
“Ohh… hell, Blythe. Don’t ask me that.”
“You don’t have to turn into a prude,” she teases, sounding more like her normal self as she takes another long sip from her cup. She notices me looking at it and smiles. “It’s something Chentan created with some of the herbs shipped out here. Apparently, it helps with tiredness? Kind of like coffee, but no caffeine, so it’s safe for the baby.” She shrugs. “I honestly don’t know; I’m out of my element. Which is why I was kind of hoping you’d be in the same boat with me.”
“The pregnant boat,” I scoff, dropping my face into my palms. “Oh God, this can’t be happening.”
“You love him, don’t you?” Blythe comes to stand next to me.
I think of Azan. His kind face. His soft words. His scaled fingers and his insatiable dick. “Of course.”
“And you know Korben’s going to do everything he can to make sure you can stay with him?”
“Yes.”
“What’s the problem?” Her voice turns gentle. Ugh, practically motherly! How is this happening? “So you’ll be a mom a little earlier than planned. I’m sure it’s not going to be just us. Once Hujun stops lying to himself about Ellis—”
“I’m not pregnant!” I blurt, not wanting to think about the possibility. To know a Sidyth I’ve never met before is going to taste my pee and tell me if I’m already carrying Azan’s baby is creepy enough. I can’t deal. It’s so scary I’m about to have a panic attack. I take a few deep breaths, desperately wishing for one of my Mom’s oil diffusers. I could go for some orange and patchouli right about now.
“Don’t get yourself so worked up,” Blythe says, resting a hand on my shoulder and carefully rubbing circles. “If you’re pregnant, you’re not going to be alone.”
“I’m not pregnant. I can’t be. It’s only been a few weeks.”
“When was the last time you had your period?”
I frown. “A few weeks ago. I don’t bother keeping track. Most of these aliens are not compatible with us anyway.”
“None of us are on birth control. You know what the contract said. Apparently, the entire galaxy is under the belief that if we’re meant to carry a baby, it’s going to happen. There’s no stopping it.” She shakes her head. “Seems a little crazy for supposedly higher intelligence, but whatever. York, you should have Chentan check—”
“I’m not having a stranger taste my piss!” I scream, going to the doorway. “I can’t do this. I’m glad you’re okay. And yes, I’m in love with Azan, but there’s no way I’m fucking pregnant. There’s no way!”
Blythe doesn’t follow as I sprint from the room, and I’m secretly happy she isn’t hunting me down. Pregnant or not, she looks like Mia Farrow in Rosemary’s Baby, and I’m not talking before she went to Vidal Sassoon. Still, I have to get away, the idea of carrying Azan’s baby so soon is too much for me to handle. I can’t go back to Azan’s room and pretend everything’s cool.
If it’s not you, it’s going to be someone else.
I cover my ears, trying to block out Blythe’s calm, motherly voice, wondering if that drink is somehow an upper and a downer at the same time. She’s so calm about everything I can’t stand it. More than anything, I’m worked up because a few days ago I was totally okay with carrying Azan’s baby. That doesn’t mean I’ll be cool with it a few days later!
I need to get away.
I need to think.
And there�
��s only one place I can go where I’ll have total and actual privacy.
***
The rain is like a stiff drink, slowly calming, but eventually numbing as I pull my knees up to my chest and stare out through the hole of Azan’s private cave. It’s dark, but I turned on the single sun rayer, so I’m not in total darkness. I’m relieved Glykoran was nice enough to let me leave without Azan, though Celeste seemed surprised to watch me stroll out alone into the murky darkness. I’m happy to be alone again.
I need some time to think.
Absently, I rub my belly, wondering if it’s possible.
A few weeks on a rainy planet filled with exiled Sidyths and I’m knocked up by an alien? Do these guys have super sperm?
I’m a logical person. I can’t go on feelings and assumptions, but I can go on facts. I don’t like that Blythe has both to back up her ridiculous claim of being impregnated by a Sidyth prince. Korben would probably never let Blythe think she was pregnant unless she actually was, and he’s certainly treating her like she’s carrying one his offspring.
Am I next?
I close my eyes and lean back, take in a deep sigh and try to focus on the sound of the falling rain. I swear, there are voices beyond the cave, but I’m probably losing focus because I’m in a panic. Everyone else is back at the lairs, and Glykoran would never let anyone else leave if he thought they would harm me. Thank God Azan’s so menacing. I’m basically untouchable now because I’m his mate. It’s okay, and it’s also weird because while I want to be away from the others, I don’t want to be alone completely.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were coming here?”
I nearly shit my pants when I realize I’m not alone, and a massive shadow’s fallen over the opening of the cave. Blinking, I realize that of course, it’s only Azan, but he looks pretty pissed. He’s breathing hard, glistening with rain off his pale skin, and toned frame. I’m a little embarrassed because he was worried about me and – he falls to his knees and grasps his hands in mine, kissing my knuckles.
What the hell?
“You mustn’t do that again.” His voice sounds strained as he presses his lips to my knuckles several more times. “I was so worried. You mustn’t do that again. Don’t leave and not tell me where you’re going.” He holds my hands tightly while I try to find the words, but I’m left utterly speechless. He’s not mad. He’s worried I left him and didn’t tell him where I went.