Page 12 of Treasured By the Alien Rogue

“I filled it at the lake earlier.”

Was I now being invaded by alien parasites? His “gods” wouldn’t have brought me to a place with things that would kill me, would they? I had to trust they wouldn’t. Although, they’d gifted me to Xax, and that should show me how off they might be about everything.

After he drank too, he stretched out his arm, laying the pouch and flask on the branch behind me. “We’ll sleep here.”

“I can lay on the branch.” Though I suspected I wouldn’t be able to sleep any longer. I’d only succumbed because I was exhausted and still fighting off whatever drugs his gods had used to keep me under.

“You’ll remain in my arms.” They tightened around me.

I couldn’t drum up the energy to fight him about this. “No funny stuff, then.”

Staring down at me, his head tilted. “Do you enjoy laughing?”

“Sometimes.” I stifled a yawn.

“Sleep. I’ll watch over you.”

“I’m not tired.” My yawn stretched out again.

“Sleep.” He flashed me a tusky smile, his teeth gleaming in the moonlight. I couldn’t see it through the canopy, but it shed just enough light to keep the world from eclipsing into complete darkness.

He shifted me around on his lap like I was a doll, easing my legs around his hips.

I didn’t know where to place my hands but eventually laid them on his chest. “You should wear clothing.” My eyelids kept drooping.

“I am.”

“I mean cover your body.”

“Why?”

My eyes closed and refused to open. “Because it wouldn’t be so tempting.”

I fell asleep to his low laugh.

Chapter 6

Amanda

Iwoke to a hard-on pressing against my ass and warm alien arms holding me tight against his chest.

With a yelp, I slid back on his thighs. I would’ve fallen if he hadn’t kept a tight hold on my arms.

“Take care, mate,” he purred. “You don’t want to fall.”

“Make that thing go away.” I pointed to his cock tenting his loincloth. Damn, it was big. I tried to shove the image of him naked from my mind, but it was hard—as hard as his cock was getting.

He chuckled. “There will come a day when you won’t want me to make this thing go away.”

“Never,” I vowed. But my stupid bones felt melty, and I couldn’t stop staring. “Why are you so appealing?”

He stood and secured the pouch and flask to his loincloth before tugging me up to stand with him. “Because we’re fated. If it helps, know that I feel the same way about you.”

Ugh. I didn’t want to think about all that fated stuff.

I peered over the side of the branch. The sun had risen, and the light had stolen all the predators away—I hoped. “How are we going to get down?”

One step forward, and he’d wrapped his arm around me, holding me against his side.

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