Page 28 of Treasured By the Alien Rogue

“It is a problem, or you wouldn’t have run away.”

“I’m not running,” I said, my voice shaky. “I wasn’t comfortable in that chair, so I had your god make me another.”

He smirked, showing me he knew very well how his simple touch affected me.

“Tell me more about your gods,” I said to distract myself from this heated conversation. He wasn’t just dangerous, he was lethal. He needed a big flashing sign over his head shouting Beware.

As for his gods, they must be symbiotic beings. They couldn’t be real gods, could they?

“They’ve been on Zuldrux as long as us, us being warriors like me.” He placed a fist against his chest. “Long ago, we lived in harmony with them inside their crystal, wood, plant, and rock structures, but that came to an abrupt end.”

“What happened?”

“A disease swept across our world, killing many of the gods and almost all of us. Most believed the gods caused the disease and fled the only homes they’d ever known. For many generations, Zuldruxians struggled to survive. The gods went dormant. They adore praise—”

“A well-known kink.”

He frowned. “What’s a kink?”

“The word is short for kinkiness.” Heat flooded my face, but why would it? There was nothing wrong with explaining. “Kinkiness refers to non-conventional sexual practices where people explore new concepts or fantasies.”

His unibrow lifted and his eyes sparkled with intrigue. “What might those be?”

“Some people enjoy tying each other up. Others might like playing dominant or submissive in the bedroom.”

His head tilted, and he studied my face. “Do you?”

“I haven’t explored much of that yet.”

“Yet.” His eyes continued to gleam. “What is a praise kink?”

I squirmed in my chair. I shouldn’t be getting wet down there from a simple conversation, but all I could think about was me and Xax exploring each other’s sexual fantasies.

For all I knew, he was a pure vanilla guy. He might not like any position other than missionary. He might be shocked if I told him about some of my dreams.

“Praise kink is when someone enjoys compliments and positive affirmation,” I finally said.

“Sexually.”

“Yes.”

“Do you?”

Definitely getting wet. I was going to flood the floor. What would his god think of that? The thought of the floor sucking it up made me feel like cackling. I could barely hold it inside. “Sometimes.”

“So . . .” He frowned. “If I told you I find you beautiful, that sexually stimulates you?”

“I like being called beautiful, but I’m not sure it’s a full turn-on, at least for me.”

“Turn on . . .” His frown lifted. “Ah, you mean turning on your sexual drive versus turning it off.”

“Yeah.” He was much too savvy about this.

“What sort of positive affirmation do you enjoy most—sexually?”

“It sounds odd to say it like that.”

“If I don’t know what it is, I might use it at a time when it wouldn’t suit your needs. I’d rather use it when you’ll most enjoy it.”

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