by Sabrina Kade
“Dolan,” I interrupt, smirking. “Please. Look at me. I’m not made of glass.”
“I don’t want to hurt you. Not ever again.”
My stomach drops at the sincerity of his words. The way he’s looking at me alone leaves me writhing around on the floor like a teenager watching porn for the first time. Dolan looks and feels better than any porn I’ve ever seen. I reach up and grab as much of his massive arms as I can, bringing his face down to mine. He’s firm and stable, so he doesn’t press his body fully against mine. However, my nipples harden against his chest, and we both shiver at the sensation.
“Remove your top.” Dolan’s voice leaves no room for argument, and my pussy tightens at his command.
I normally don’t like bossy guys, but something about bossy Dolan in the bedroom is an entirely different ball game. I follow his instructions without missing a beat and slip off my skirt and undergarments too, exposing myself to him. This is still a familiar territory, but I can’t stop my shiver when his long tongue darts from his lips as though tasting the air.
“You smell…” he trails off, inhaling deeply before his large palm brushes across my breasts and then my lower belly.
Dolan’s bigger than any guy I’ve ever been with and most of the aliens I’ve been with, too. And though he’s not as humanoid as Exer, I don’t hold that against him anymore. Now, I like the fact that his nose is a bit too broad for his face. I love the sharp angles of his cheekbones and jawline. I love the scales on his shoulders and arms. I love how they splay away from his skin when the scent of my arousal hits his nostrils. His hands are bigger than any human’s I’ve ever seen, and his fingers are almost like little clubs at the tips, topped with nails that look thicker than any other guy’s I’ve seen. I’m only noticing this now, but that’s because he’s never hurt me with those things. I’m sure I would have remembered.
Everything about Dolan is so new and different now that we’re finally about to -ahem – seal the deal. I’m excited and giddy because when my father tricked me into signing off as a space whore, I never imagined falling in love. I never imagined wanting a family. I never imagined being able to stop working for my brother. I won’t be my family’s workhorse anymore. I want this good-looking alien hanging above me, and I want to give him as many children as he thinks he can stand. I’m sure I’ve signed up to provide him with more than York’s giving Azan, but that’s a competition I’ll deal with another day.
Staring into Dolan’s soft, golden eyes I can feel how much he wants this moment. I want it too, and nothing’s going to keep us apart now. I don’t know what’s going to happen when this assignment ends. I don’t know what will happen if Dolan’s no longer considered exiled. York and Blythe certainly aren’t worried about it, so I guess I don’t need to worry about it either.
“I have you at long last,” Dolan hisses, dropping his attention to my jaw and collarbone, licking the skin there like he’s enjoying the last popsicle on the summer day before school starts. My hips buck at the touch as he pulls away and drops his lips to mine. I’m already so aroused I can barely stand it.
And Dolan knows how to kiss. Despite his confusion about having only seen his brothers doing it, he knows what the fuck he’s doing. His lips are dry, but not unpleasantly so, and I still can’t over the taste of him. He reminds me of movie theater popcorn; salty and buttery, and entirely too addictive. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to stop kissing him now. I reach around, all but pulling his hair so we can become one. I’m naked, and he’s still wearing his shorts, but there’s no confusion about what’s going on below his figurative belt. He continues to kiss and assault my skin wherever he can, dragging that scaled tongue across my neck and down between my breasts.
I can’t resist closing my eyes and moaning loudly.
“Stars and moons,” Dolan hisses. “Your cunt. The scent…”
I dare to blush, but his sharp words don’t bother me so much now.
“I am yours,” he continues, sucking on the tip of my nipple. My hips buck. “These ample breasts and the dark buds at the top. They are mine.” He squeezes a breast. “These are mine. This is all mine. Speak to any males you wish, but these are mine.”
I moan, wishing I could fight with him about the arrogance in his voice, but nothing coherent comes. Only more moans and me calling out to him. I’m weak under his touch, all but watching in silence when he moves his head down to my belly. He inhales another sharp breath, steeling his gaze at me and this isn’t the same Dolan I usually argue with. No. I have a feeling that Dolan is going to be completely different behind closed doors.
I’m lapping up the attention like a starved man in the desert.
His fingertips trickle along my ribs and then down to the underside of my round belly, and I cry out, loving the attention on my curves. So many guys don’t want to touch curves. They say they like them, but what they really want is a size two with implants and a bubble ass. No, they don’t want to explore rounded hips and stretch marks. They don’t want to squeeze full ass cheeks and drag claws down full thighs. But Dolan’s doing all of that. He’s memorizing every part of my body like its handwritten directions to the best beach on the west coast, and I’ve never been so turned on because no one’s ever made me feel so cherished.
I grow needier and needier. These gentle touches are nice and all, but I want more. So much more.
“Dolan, please.” My voice is soft and sharp at the same time, and Dolan lifts his head, wearing that obnoxiously confident smirk on his face. Our eyes lock, and he tickles my hip, watching me buck and writhe under his touch. “Please,” I croak again.
“What is it you need?” His voice is thick and husky, and though I’m sure he wants this as much as I do, he’s also enjoying drawing it out. But I can’t take much more, and when his fingers dip further, brushing over the curls of my sex, I cry out.
“Dolan, please!”
He grins back, as wicked and annoying as always when he continues to play around with my folds. Slow and deliberate, the fucker knows what he’s doing, and I’m helpless to stop him. The pressure builds, and my pussy drips heavily.
“I need you,” I whisper.
His expression changes. Gone is the cocky, arrogant grin. He knows how much I want him now. How much I need him. He removes his shorts without a word, and my jaw drops to my chest when his massive cock springs free. It’s a few shades darker than the rest of him, but that doesn’t make it any less glorious. There’s already cum dripping from the tip and down the glorious length. I’ve seen plenty of cocks (including alien cock) but nothing as incredible as the one before me. Sure, I’ve sucked it, but now that I’m really looking, Dolan’s dick is gorgeous. Plus, there are the scales. Not a lot, but definitely enough to remind me that Dolan isn’t entirely human.
I wouldn’t want him to be anyway.
Crawling back over me, Dolan’s nostrils flare with need. I’m sure he can smell me, and I’m sure it’s overpowering as hell. I can only hope that he likes the scent. Judging by his cock, I’m pretty sure I’m in the clear.
“Spread your thighs,” he hisses.
I don’t argue. The idea never crosses my mind as I pull my thighs apart, exposing my pussy to him. I’m glistening, I’m sure, but Dolan doesn’t look troubled in the least. Nothing gets to him when it comes to pleasure. Are all Sidyths trained to have sex from birth? It’s a wild idea, but what else explains how good Dolan is at this?
“You can’t be a virgin,” I blurt, my voice squeaking at the end.
“I am not. Are you?”
I sigh. “No.” For the first time, I’m relieved that my alien knows what he’s doing. I’m not worried about the women in his past; I’m his now and his future. We all have a history, and I’m sure as shit not going to focus on mine so much anymore because it won’t change anything. There are no Sidyth females here, and the way Dolan’s staring at my pussy gives me confidence that there will be no other.
I should be nervous that so much is abo
ut to change with one single thrust.
But I’m ready.
“Dolan,” I gasp. “Fill me.”
He sucks in a breath, and other than that there’s no warning before he spears his cock inside me. I buck and scream in surprise. I expected him to be a little slower, but for some reason, I don’t mind the rush. I don’t want any more time to second guess. I wanted Dolan’s dick inside me, and now he’s here. He’s huge, easily able to fill me to the brim. I think it’s almost better this way, like taking off a band-aid. Fast was better. I wrap my legs around his waist as he settles in, and the slick sound my juices rubbing against his cock are the only noises filling the space of his private lair. I should be embarrassed, but I’m so full that I can barely focus on anything other than Dolan staring down and his massive cock gliding in and out of me.
The scales. I love the texture. Like an expensive vibrator, only this one has a mind and a soul. Not to mention incredible arms that flex and relax with each thrust. There’s no mercy in his rhythm. Dolan likes it hard and fast, but there’s still a tenderness there. Through his groans and fisting my hair and groping my breasts, he spares me soft looks between the possessive ones. It feels good to be cherished and cared for.
It feels good to want someone as much as they want me.
I move faster with Dolan, loving the building connection. His fingers are incredible, and when he works one against my clit while continuing to thrust, I don’t have much longer. My toes curl, and my thighs clench tightly as the whisper of an orgasm grows much louder. Our eyes lock, and I love that devious, sexual expression on his face. He’s losing control right along with me, and neither of us has ever felt so safe.
“You are close,” he rasps, thrusting deeply and circling my clit with a long finger.
“So are you—”
We’re both right.
A wave of pleasure crashes over the two of us and our bodies jerk as though we’re no longer two entities but one single being. My hips buck, and my seed collides with his, and I scream to the heavens.
“Cold!” Holy shit, my alien’s cum is freezing! It’s as though someone’s thrown me onto a pond that’s frozen over, and the ice has given in below my feet. It’s unbelievable because though it’s painful for a moment, it passes easily in the next. I scream again as the aftershocks pulse through me, and my pussy holds on tightly to Dolan’s cock as though it wants to lap up every drop of seed he has to offer.
Once we’re finished and gathered our breaths, I can’t resist laying on the floor and staring up at the ceiling. Things are so good; I’m almost suspicious of it. But nothing changes. Nothing shatters the moment. Dolan lays beside me before rolling on his side so he can look at me thoroughly. The possessive, almost feral look in his eyes is gone now, replaced with soft, arrogant Dolan. I love it.
He lifts a single hand and places it on the swell of my belly almost as though he’s already excited by the idea of me being pregnant.
“I’m going to get bigger, you know,” I remind him gently though my body’s already tingling with the idea of having sex again. “If I’m pregnant. I’m probably not going to be like Blythe and York and only gain weight in my stomach. Only the lucky girls are like that.”
Dolan scowls. “Whatever happens with your weight, will be what your body needs to protect our sprog. I do not care if you get more curves.” Reaching over and pulling me to his side, he squeezes my ass. “I would not mind if this got rounder. I would welcome it.”
I blush. “How are you real? Do you have any idea how many women on Earth would die to find a man like you who doesn’t care if his girl carries a few extra pounds, or more?” I tack on the last part with a sheepish expression.
“I am real.” He leans in and presses his lips softly against mine. “And so are you. We are lucky to have found each other. Can you picture what our sprog will look like?” His hand dips back down to my stomach. My goodness, he’s already so excited, my heart aches for him, and I lower my head, blushing because I’m so embarrassed to have found one of the few men in the universe who’s excited to watch his mate grow plump with pregnancy.
Chosen mate. I’m someone’s Chosen. It’s almost crazy to think about, but then again, not really.
Dolan’s always been so sure of what he’s wanted. And he’s also been confident that he would have it.
It feels good to be mated.
I can’t help glancing down at my stomach. Is it possible? Am I already pregnant?
Dolan’s eyes find mine, and he lifts me into his arms without a hint of effort. He carries me to his bed and lays me down as though I’m made of glass and follows suit, pulling my back against his chest. His hand finds my pussy and cups there as though claiming it as his possession. He nuzzles into my hair, inhaling deeply and I swear I feel a smile on his face.
“Your cunt scent is already ready to go again,” he says softly, kissing my neck through the dark tangles of hair.
He’s not wrong. I could go for another round. But I want to bask in my bliss just a little longer.
I’m happy. It finally feels as though my life has become my own.
And I chose Dolan to be part of it.
I want this. I want him. I want today and tomorrow with him. And—
“I want to have sex again.” I snicker, turning around to brush my nose against his. “Right now.”
He rolls his eyes. “As you wish, my mate.”
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Layla
Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy, shit!
Time has passed on Hethdiss, and though I’m beginning to show, my round belly means little when Blythe screams that it’s time. Terror washes through all the girls, but none more than York, Ellis and myself because we’re next in line to go through what Blythe’s about to experience. I’m terrified to hear Blythe’s in labor because it doesn’t feel as though we’re prepared to deal with a baby on Hethdiss. Blythe’s twenty-five years old. How the hell am I going to handle this when I’m five years younger than her?
York waddles up as Dolan and I approach her room, and she shakes her head at my mate.
“Nope. No males other than Prince Korben and Chentan,” she says sharply. “This isn’t a peep show.”
Dolan snorts. “Like I want to see another female’s cunt. The only cunt I wish to see is—”
“Dolan,” I hiss, embarrassed as always when he opens his mouth for more than two seconds. “Just… go back to our room. I’ll keep you posted on what’s happening.”
“Very well. Be careful. You are growing fuller each day. Do not push yourself.”
“She’ll be fine, bucko,” York says, shooing him away and wrapping her arm around my shoulders. “So, Blythe was pregnant for seven and a half months. That’s not too bad. Little better than nine months. Although I guess that means I don’t have much further to go.” She shakes her head, and though she looks openly nervous, we can’t focus on that right now.
Prince Korben’s kneeling on the floor next to the bed while Blythe moans through each contraction. Another Sidyth is also here. Chentan. He’s supposed to be the medical expert, but I can tell he’s also really overwhelmed. What shocks me is that most of the girls are here too. I see the workout twins, the state girls, Phoebe, Celeste, Aoi, Sloane, and Ellis all crowded around the bed to show their support. Huh. We may bitch and moan and complain at each other, but I’m pleasantly surprised by how many have shown up to be there for Blythe.
Or maybe they want to see how bad things will be for them if they decide to take a Sidyth for a mate.
“Must there be so many?” Prince Korben groans, waving his hand at the girls.
Blythe grunts back. “I want them here. Need… support… oh!”
“A bad one?” Chentan asks.
“Really bad! Maybeeveryoneshouldgetthefuckout!”
“Who should go?” Ellis tries once the contraction ends. “Who can stay?”
“Ignore me,” Blythe pants, dark eyes glancing around the tiny room. “I want you all here. I h
aven’t seen so many of you in months. I’m glad people care.”
“Of course we care,” York says, placing a hand on her bare foot. “We love you. We all wanted to make sure you’re okay.”
Blythe sniffs back a few tears. Honestly, I’m surprised she’s allowed so many of us into Prince Korben’s room. I don’t think I’m letting anyone see me in labor accept Dolan, and maybe Sloane. But Blythe’s always been kind of offbeat, and she’s been lonely since the pregnancy hit her so hard. Maybe she likes the attention.
Either way, turning my labor into the World Series isn’t for me.
I observe Blythe closely as the hours crawl by, screaming and groaning through the pains. It’s honestly a good sign that she’s having contractions because that’s something I’ve heard about back on Earth. Maybe childbirth won’t be so different than what would have happened back home. Chentan clasps one of Blythe’s hands, and though he looks a bit squeamish, I’m sure he’s not going to leave her side with Prince Korben watching him so closely.
“Oh my god!” Blythe screams, and I swear Chentan grimaces as she squeezes his hand tightly. Prince Korben reaches to take the other one, and when Blythe shrieks less than a minute later, I can’t help but wonder if the end of active labor is near.
“Is she all right?” Prince Korben asks, spinning around to face all of us. “Don’t any of you know anything about birthing bay-beeze?”
He’s upset to see his mate in pain, and I get that, but I wish he wouldn’t yell. The Sidyths are kind of terrifying when they’re pissed, and Korben is livid right now. Blythe smoothes her hand over his face to bring his attention back to her.
“It’s all right,” she promises him. “I’ve got this. There’re no human nurses. No doctors. Trust me; if any of us were either of these things, we wouldn’t be here.”
There’s uncomfortable laughter in the room because Blythe isn’t wrong. Still, I feel bad that there’s so many of us crammed in here and the most we can offer is our support and the occasional foot rub.