Page 40 of An Alien for the Farm

“Good,” Xarion perks up. “Please ping me if you encounter trouble.” Then he makes a sound like he’s clearing his throat. One that makes my gaze shift to his on the screen.

“Xarion, is there something else?”

“Yes…”

When he doesn’t continue, he pulls my entire attention. My awareness piques as I wait for him to continue.

“About the mating act…”

I blink, eyes widening slightly.

“With the Kari…”

My cheeks flush. “I know to whom you’re referring. It was just. It was a one-time thing. You don’t have to worry about—”

“On the contrary, I would like to encourage you to continue. Breeding with a Kari would be a perfect way to increase the population of the plains. The more individuals that live on the Hudoian plains—”

“Wait, what? You want me to…breed with him?”

“It is entirely up to you. Though it would be a great addition to my report on your integration.”

I close my eyes briefly, a soft laugh on my lips. “Sorry to disappoint, Xarion, but my baby-making days have long passed.”

Xarion’s ears flick, undeterred. “Either way, there would be no harm in trying.” I think he smiles at me, I can’t quite be sure, before he dips his head. “Now, farewell, Eleanor. I am a ping away if you need assistance.”

I’m left staring at the screen as he clicks off and the screen goes blank again.

Did he…did he just tell me to take Zynar to bed for the good of the population? I mean, that’s as good a reason to do it as any, isn’t there? Haha ha ha haaaaaa…Oh God, I’m actually considering it.

My gaze shifts outside to the barn and I pull my bottom lip in between my teeth.

To heck with it. I can at least go out there to see if he’s alright.

Slipping on my shoes, I step outside. It’s dark now, just the faint outline of the sun on the horizon as I hurry across the yard.

I don’t know what the hell I’m doing. Heading toward the hunk of an alien that’s dominated my mind because a white rabbit told me that I should bed him? What will I say when I go in there? “Oh, I’m just here because a rabbit told me to.”

I groan. “This feels like Alice following the White Rabbit, except instead of Wonderland, I’m stumbling into hot-and-bothered land.”

Of course, nothing is going to happen. I’m just going to check on Zynar and see if he’s comfortable. Bid him goodnight and then take my ass out of there and to my room where I belong.

13

ZYNAR

This has been one of the hardest sols of my life.

Out there in the field, only focusing hard on the scythe and the work that needed to be done kept me sane enough to not follow the thread of something pulling me toward the Liora.

Frakk, I almost threw down the tool on several occasions, just to venture close to the lodging to ask her some silly question that had nothing to do with the work she needs me to do. And when I looked toward the abode and saw her there watching me? Gods. How I managed to continue working with the tingle of her gaze on my back was some feat. Even now, standing under the cool spray of a water spigot at the far end of the barn does nothing to coil the heat swirling at the center of my groin.

I thought about the Little Bird all frakking sol and now I’m all tense. My lids lower as I grip my rock-hard cock through my trouse. A groan rumbles deep in my throat at just that touch. At just the thought of Eleanor touching me there. Just having her rubbing perspiration from my shoulders had me so hard it was an effort to sit still without adjusting myself. I didn’t dare move unless I scared her away.

Taking the trouse off now, my cock springs free, pointing at the wall like a sword. It’s so hot, it feels like steam rises with each drop of water that hits it. I set the trouse down to dry before I step under the spray again, washing myself before I lean both hands against the wall before me. I stare down at my cock and then I grip it again. With a slow pump, I roll my fist along my shaft, grunting with the pleasure that shoots through me as I imagine Eleanor’s hand there instead.

I close my eyes, imagining her lips. So soft and inviting, they felt like the sweetest sin against mine. How good she tasted in my mouth. I never thought a thing like mouth brushing could ever bring such pleasure, but now that I’ve experienced it, I can’t help but want more. I want her body pressed against mine. Want my claws roaming over her curves. Want to pull her in and make her feel every inch of me. Just the thought of burying my length inside her heat has me grunting. I pump harder, the image of her never leaving my mind.

I imagine cupping the mounds on her chest, feeling their softness and teasing her until she moans my name. Of gripping those hips that sway with a rhythm that hypnotizes me. And then there’s the way she smells. Her scent, a mix of her natural aroma and the lingering traces of whatever she uses to cleanse herself, fills my senses and drives me to the brink of madness. It’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced, a heady mix of sweetness and spice that makes my mouth water and my cock throb with need.

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