Page 25 of Treasured By the Alien Rogue

“I haven’t yet tried.”

Her lips quirked up on one side. “Can I try?”

“You want to kiss me?”

“Only if you’re up for something like that.”

“I’m up in many ways.”

Her smile widened. “I believe you are.” Leaning close, she drilled my mouth with her hooded gaze. “You have blue lips.”

“Yours are pink.”

“Some women wear other colors.”

I had no idea what that meant but perhaps they enjoyed dressing their mouths in clothing as well?

Before I could ask, she placed her mouth against mine.

Heat roared through me and with a twist of my body, I turned us to put her beneath me. I stroked my tongue across her lips, demanding entry, and she complied with a moan. Her fingers clung to my shoulders as I twirled my tongue across hers. She tasted sweet, and I wanted more.

With a thrust of my leg, I spread her legs and settled my body between them. She was much smaller than me, so I couldn’t place my cock where it ached to be while maintaining our kiss. That was a true tragedy. Nothing and no one was going to drag me off this woman now.

But when she twitched beneath me and started pushing on my shoulders, I lifted my head.

“Whoa.” She traced her fingertip across her reddened mouth. Was this what she meant about changing color? I’d happily help her dress hers anew whenever she wanted. “I thought you were tame outside the bedroom but . . .” She tapped my chest. “Let me up.”

I obliged, rising off her and tugging her up to stand on the floor in front of me.

“Do you need another kiss to discover what tusks feel like?” I asked, wishing she did.

She lifted her hand, the first finger sticking up. “Hold that thought.” Her gaze darted to my cock jutting out the fabric of my loincloth. “You’re dangerous.”

“I don’t bite.”

“Perhaps you should.” She sauntered past me, turning back to look my way. “I’m hungry.”

I gulped. Did she mean sexually? She said she didn’t want to go with me to my bed, but I’d happily pleasure her in the chair instead. I’d never done something like that, but I’d imagine it many times. What did she taste like?

“Do you have a kitchen inside this shroom?” she asked, her voice shaky. At least I wasn’t the only one affected by our kiss.

“Oh, yes. I do.” She wasn’t seeking pleasure; just one kiss. I hope I delivered what she needed. “You mean you’re hungry for food.”

“Yes, food. What else did you think I . . .” Her laugh rang out, and she lightly tapped my chest. “I like you but not that much yet.”

“When you need more, do let me know.”

Her laughter trilled out again. “Oh, I will.” Shaking her head, she widened her eyes, a gesture I didn’t understand. “This is some sort of alien test, right?”

“What do you mean?”

“Your god is tempting me with something delicious.”

She really must be really hungry. “I have food I can prepare for you.”

“Dangerous,” she hissed.

Since we’d left it, the chair slid back into the shroom structure, reabsorbed quickly.

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