by Sabrina Kade
Blythe bites on her lower lip but doesn’t move.
“It’s not a big deal,” she says with a shrug. “We can stay here. Korben will be fine. Honestly, I’m kind of enjoying the freedom.”
She’s alone in that. I’m ready to be with my man once again.
But I stay, not wanting to hurt Ellis’ feelings.
Maybe I should say something to Azan about this. If anyone can get through to Fugly, I’m sure it’s him or Korben.
CHAPTER TWO
York
“What did the women think about the Christmas idea?”
Azan looks excited to have me back in bed, and I have to say the feeling’s mutual. It’s good to be back in my man’s muscular embrace, even if we are back in his underground lair, and not the cave I love so much. I’m happy to have him again, and I roll over on my side so I can look him straight in the eyes.
“You make it sound like we’re a bunch of little housewives trying to please their husbands,” I say with a smile in my voice. Azan doesn’t look like he understands, and that’s fine, I’m sure it’s not his intent. “But yes, we did talk about Christmas. Things went well! I know Blythe’s going to talk to Korben. There’s going to be food and games and presents and decorations. It’s going to be so much fun.”
He smiles, resting a large hand on my hip. “I love to see you like this. So happy. Your smile makes me smile.”
“You’re beyond cheesy, Azan.” Regardless, my heart warms with how kind he is. I can’t help myself and lean forward so I can kiss his lips. He mutters a question about what being cheesy means, but it’s been too long. I don’t want to talk. I want to please my man. I lean in again and press my lips against his, allowing my tongue to dance across the scales of his. Those scales. They just do something to me, all the way down to my core. Every time we kiss, I know he’s taking notes, and he’s getting better each and every time. Soon, I’m going to be begging, panting even, for him to give me some of those scaled kisses because I won’t be able to function without them.
Azan’s thumb brushes against my hipbone, and I all but come undone with that simple touch and his tongue between my lips. My nipples harden into tight little pebbles, inviting Azan’s touch as I continue to writhe against him. He knows how much I want him, and these days he hardly bothers to argue about it. Desire’s always pulsing between my legs, and all he has to do is dart out his tongue, and he’ll be able to taste my arousal from a mile away.
My alien is like the shark from Jaws; only instead of smelling a drop of blood in an ocean, he can smell a drop of arousal in a sea of alien atmosphere.
“I still cannot believe how wet you get for me.” He gracefully moves his hand further south, cupping my mound. The hair covering my folds is growing in, but he doesn’t seem to mind, brushing his fingers against the short curls. I shiver against him. “How did I get so lucky?”
“Because you’re hot, hun,” I tease, grinding my pussy against his hand like a cat in heat. I love the friction alone, and Azan’s touch gets more possessive when he can tell how much I want him. The more turned on he makes me, the more turned on he gets.
It’s a lovely equation.
A single finger dips between my folds at long last and swirls lazily around my throbbing clit. I moan greedily, practically humping his hand, wanting more. Always wanting more. I can’t get enough of this man.
“Are you sure you’re alright tonight? I can be gentle—”
“Don’t you dare,” I hiss. “You know I like this.”
The slick sound of my juices filling the air is enough to remind Azan of this fact and I arch my back as he pushes another finger into me more deeply, filling me with each thrust. I can’t believe I’m one of those women, horny all the time despite being pregnant, but with Azan, I simply can’t get enough. I need to touch him or have his hands on me almost all the time otherwise I feel cold and empty. I’m addicted to this man, and other than sex, there’s nothing Azan enjoys more than finger fucking me.
I’m not one to complain.
Wanting to join in though, I rest my hands on the one working my pussy, enjoying his busy hand. The scales on his knuckles have pulled away slightly, allowing me to touch the soft skin hidden beneath. My pussy tingles around the soft, tender skin. My moans become more feral, less controlled as Azan picks up the pace and I grow wetter and wetter. He’s working my clit with a vengeance, and I can barely see his face hovering above mine.
“Does this compare to Christmas?” he asks in a low hiss.
“Yes.” He stops for a moment, only for me to grab his face and pull it to mine so I can kiss him deeply. “But if you put your dick inside me, nothing, not even Christmas, can compare to that.”
His fanged grin widens, and it only takes a moment before his fingers are gone from my pussy and the crown of his cock brushes against my entrance. He’s put me on my back with no effort whatsoever, and I love the power in his grip. It won’t be long before he has to be gentler, and we’ll have to get even more creative, but for now, I take it. On my back or not, nothing about sex with Azan is vanilla.
I spread my legs wider, giving him easier access, knowing I’m already so close to climax thanks to his magical fingers. He stares at me with such heat and intensity and raw lust in his eyes that it’s hard not to come right there. I’m so wet I can hear Azan’s cock picking up my juices, dragging the tip up and down my entrance a few times before he slowly enters and cups my ass with his free hand.
“Oh… Azan.” I’m already shivering when he pushes into me, gasping out loud from the power and strength in his dick alone. Fuck me. It shouldn’t be so easy for him to make me come. It never has been before, but everything Azan does makes me slick and hot. His scales flare inside of me, making him wider than he is already, and I honestly don’t know how every woman doesn’t want this. A scaled dick is like the sweetest of vibrators, pushing and pulling against my folds with each forceful thrust. It’s good. It’s so fucking good. I punch the blanket to my side and Azan’s eyes grow lusty and it only takes a few more thrusts before we’re both crying out and screaming each other’s names during our shared orgasm.
His chilled seed fills me like the most violent of ocean waves, and I cry out with him, sharing this moment.
I love how cold his seed is.
I love when we come together.
Azan and York. York and Azan.
I feel as though I’m turning into a Sidyth the longer I’m with him because as soon as I know my man’s come, the sweet scent of pine and sage hits my newly attuned nostrils My alien’s spunk smells like Christmas, and as creepy as it sounds, I wish I could bottle and burn it at night like a candle. My man’s juices smell that fucking good.
Coming down from the high, Azan lowers his face to mine and kisses me deeply before rolling off to his side of the bed. Damn, he looks so good. I shiver with need, wanting more, just so his cream will perfume our lair once again.
“Just like I thought,” I pant. I wipe some sweat away from the tip of my nose, remembering all too quickly how hot it is when Azan’s not filling me with his chilled seed. The sun rayers are lower than usual thanks to my hormonal complaining, but the heat comes back quickly as my breathing slows to normal. But through all of that... “Better than Christmas.”
Azan chuckles; a warm and throaty sound, making me shiver again despite the heat.
“How about we say it’s a tie?”
“Aww, don’t you want to be the winner?” I roll back over on my side and kiss his cheek. “I told you your dick is magical. It needs a holiday of its own.”
“And that is wonderful, but I don’t need to be number one. I just need you.” He fists a handful of my hair, pulling me close and brushing his tongue against mine. God, those kisses. I can’t believe this man was a virgin before me. He’s so good at everything. “I am not giving you a Christmas to prove I am the best. I am doing this because it means so much to you. I remember… I remember how you looked the first time you told me about it.” He p
ulls away and brushes his finger against my lower lip. “I remember how you smiled. How your eyes lit up. I decided right then that I was going to one day give that same joy to you.”
My heart swells. It warms. “You make me smile like that too, you know.”
He swallows but doesn’t answer. He knows. He always gets quiet when he doesn’t want to come across as arrogant. Personally, I don’t mind.
“The combination of me and Christmas will make you smile, yes?” His grin is tentative, and it’s hard not to fall in love with him all over again.
“Of course.”
“I need to know more. I need to know everything.” He curls his arm around my shoulder and pulls me against his chest. The room is so warm, but his skin is cool to the touch, keeping me from sweating too much all over his beautifully scaled skin. He listens patiently as I tell him about Christmases from my past, about the parties my parents through, the drinks flowing from fountains. I tell him more about the white lights and crystals. Mom always ordered them in to be hung from the chandeliers. I’m sure my Christmases are a bit more extravagant than most of the other girl’s here, but that’s fine as well.
I want this Christmas to be the best.
Even if this all falls apart one day and were forced to separate.
I want everyone, even girls like Lacey to remember this day with a smile.
The smile Azan’s so obsessed with seeing on my face.
I take the time to tell him about the books I read before I became a Human Whore. How I loved to spend all my days locked in my room with a good book. My parents gave me an Amazon credit card pretty early on, and I always put it to good use, but mostly it was for books. I read anything that caught my eye. I read about BDSM and sexy vampire shifters. I read cheesy romance and political propaganda. There was nothing I wouldn’t read if it interested me in the slightest. Azan seems the most interested in hearing about the books, going as far as to ask me about title names and humans who put words to paper.
I guess he means the authors.
“I love everything,” I say softly. And I mean it. I don’t have a true favorite book or author. My favorite thing about reading is reading. No matter what’s put in my hands, if I’m slightly interested in it, I’ll try it.
“The type of bound literary piece does not matter?”
“Azan. It’s not like you’re going to a yard sale filled with books. If you can even find one human book on the black market, I’ll be surprised.” I frown. “Don’t Sidyths have books?”
He shakes his head. “We can read, but that is more for contracts and documentation. We do not have books that are purely for…” He trails off, struggling to find the wording.
“Brain pleasure?”
“Yes. That is an excellent way to word it. Brain pleasure. We do not have books for that purpose. Words are for an explanation. For rules. For documentation. Nothing more.”
“Books are like that too. They document things.”
“Books about men whipping women document what, exactly?”
I blush. “Okay, well, maybe not that book… wait, yes! Even books like that, they document something.”
“And what is that?”
“What the author felt like writing,” I say simply. “What they wanted to tell the world. They wanted to document what was going on in their head at that exact moment. And that’s what makes books so great. There’s so many people on Earth, the possibilities for documenting a single person’s thoughts are endless.” I sigh, realizing for the first time how much I miss books and reading.
Azan picks up on this immediately.
“It sounds as though you enjoy literary pieces almost as much as Christmas.”
“Maybe more so.” I sigh. “But one thing at a time. Christmas is first. Glykoran and Celeste are going to figure out some familiar holiday food. Do you know if there’s something going on with them?”
“Something?”
I frown. Geezus, now I’m gossiping. “Never mind,” I say softly, deciding to also leave the topic of Hujun and Ellis off the table for the time being. It doesn’t matter. No matter what’s going on, no matter who’s involved, it’ll get figured out whether I talk to Azan about it or not. “I guess one of the reasons I love Christmas so much too, is also the number of books I would get. Mom spent most of her time finding new books for me. It was a fun challenge when she was home.” I dare to smile at the memory. “There were some good presents over the years.” I try not to get sad. Talking about Christmas is supposed to make me smile, and here I am about to turn into a soppy baby who misses their mommy.
I quickly wipe away any tears threatening to fall and blame it on the hormones.
“York…” Azan goes to reach for me, but I snap away, not wanting to be weak in front of him. Kind or not, Azan’s still a Sidyth and doesn’t want to deal with feelings.
“And so you know, I told all the girls to tell your boys that packages do not mean putting their dicks in a box. That is not what a package is.”
Thankfully, Azan’s hand lowers and he smiles again. “I’m sure we can all find a middle ground when it comes to gifts.”
“No dick in a box!” I squeal, bursting into laughter whenever I hear Azan use a human term. He joins in my laughter and pulling me close again, I burrow more deeply against his chest, enjoying how many senses his presence alone overtakes. The taste of his skin, the feel of his scales, the sound of his heartbeat, the scent of his sweat, and the sight of his intense, yet kind eyes. I love it all. I love everything. I hope our child is just like him.
I guess it could be a girl, but for some reason, I really want a boy.
Maybe because I want a little version of Azan to coddle and love.
Carrying an alien’s baby on a warm, rainy planet.
This is going to be one hell of a Christmas.
CHAPTER THREE
Ellis
“I guess you heard the news, huh? We’re going to celebrate Christmas this year.”
Hujun grunts in response, but I can tell his attention is elsewhere. What he can possibly be thinking about with an adorable human standing by his elbow, I’ll never know, but as usual, I’m fighting to get Hujun’s attention. Which is pretty fucking difficult when I’m not even five feet tall, and the alien standing next to me is over seven feet.
“Hujun?” I try again, touching his arm. He finally blinks and glances down, as though coming from a trance. Maybe he was watching the rain. He knows Azan and York are out there, but he can’t possibly be trying to go all voyeur and watch them having sex? Because that’s all they do out there in the cave. York can try to play it off all she wants, but the girl is getting it on the regular, and I’m damn jealous.
The person I want only wants to watch over me.
“I am sorry,” Hujun rumbles in that deep, soothing voice of his. “I thought I saw movement beyond the second triss.”
I have no idea what he’s talking about, so I decide not to make a thing about it.
“Christmas,” I say again, trying not to feel like a child, desperate for an adult’s attention. It’s fucking hard when I’m so short, and Hujun is so… goddamn massive. “York and Blythe got this idea in their head that we’re celebrating Christmas this year. It’s a human holiday, you know. It might be fun.”
“Yes, Prince Korben told me. Seems like a waste of time and energy if you ask me. Not to mention money. Prince Korben should not be so frivolous with his account simply because his human mate desires luxury. It will lead to a road best left untraveled.” He shakes his head again, and it’s hard not to feel a little disappointed. I wilt like a flower when Hujun falls silent.
“I don’t know,” I say with a shrug. “It sounded fun.”
He shifts next to me, but I keep my head lowered.
“This Christmas. It is important to you? It is not simply for Korben and Azan’s mates?”
I shake my head. “No. All humans celebrate Christmas. Or at least most of them do where I’m from. Christmas is a pretty big
thing. I was kind of excited about it.”
Hujun swallows, and I notice his humungous hand come into view and brush my forearm. I quickly look up, hoping I don’t look like a complete and utter dork.
Hujun’s expression is shockingly soft.
“I did not know it was important to you until now,” he rumbles. “I am so sorry, Ellis. I hope I haven’t offended you.”
I shake my head quickly, still keeping my eyes on his. “You haven’t.” I dare to smile, hoping he’ll return the look, but he merely straightens again, removing the ability for me to look at anything other than the underside of his jaw.
And why should he smile? Sidyths rarely smile at anyone other than their Chosen.
And I’m not going to be Chosen by Hujun anytime soon. If ever.
I can practically strip naked and throw myself at the alien next to me, but he would turn me away and tell me to clothe myself. That’s the kind of person Hujun is. Correction – that’s the kind of Sidyth Hujun is. Ugh. It’s so fucking frustrating to have a crush on an alien who feels nothing for me other than needing to protect.
At first, it did seem like Hujun was looking for a Chosen in me. He came to my side and talked to me, telling me all about his role in helping Prince Korben and why he and the rest of the other Sidyths were exiled to Hethdiss. I felt special, and though some of the girls talk about how ugly Hujun is, they couldn’t be more wrong. They can’t see what I see. They don’t see how gentle and kind he is. How patient. How strong his jawline is and how he’s always wearing straps around his fists in case he has to defend Prince Korben to the death once again.
Yes. Once again. Hujun has killed other Sidyths in honor of his Prince.
He can kill for a prince, but he can’t provide pleasure a whore.
Sounds fair, right?
I decide to fall silent like Hujun for a little while and stare out into the rain with a frown on my face. I swear I can see the light of Azan’s sun rayer in the cave he and York frequently hide out at, and jealously prickles my neck. Some days I think I hear them moaning as loudly as they want, privately pleasuring each other, and it’s hard not to get excited when the massive alien shifts closer to me to shield me from the danger I can never see or feel.