Page 49 of An Alien for the Farm

I take another bite, not even caring about the heat. This time, I close my eyes and groan. Something swells inside me, interrupting my core-beat. Something warm. It makes me rub at my chest as I chew, but the sensation only increases as Eleanor smiles and begins eating too, taking much smaller more reasonable bites than I do.

I slow down, not wanting to look like a savage.

She glances at me now and then, her throat moving, the tip of her tongue reaching out to lick her lips. When the meal’s almost done and I’m sipping one of the drinks she provided, she lifts her own drink too. The drink cylinder to her lips, she suddenly speaks.

“Zynar—”

“Yes, Liora?”

Her cheeks heat. “About last night…” She takes a sip of the drink.

“Would you like to do it again?”

She sputters, drink spewing from her lips as she chokes. My eyes widen but then she’s laughing, coughing, holding up a hand to tell me she’s okay, and wiping the liquid away.

She clears her throat, taking time to clean herself before she glances my way again. I stop eating, drinking, I’m not even breathing as I wait for her response. But Eleanor is taking her time. She’s considering it. Considering her next words.

“Yes.” She meets my gaze. My core-beat flutters. She’s not looking away. Not blinking. Not hiding from her feelings. She wants me, too.

“Now?” I straighten, ready to rise. My cock’s already been ready since dawn.

Eleanor sputters. “No.” Her gaze shifts to the outdoors. “We have to get the oogas in. It’s supposed to rain today.”

I lean in across the table. “Later then. In the dark cycle, after the work is done and we are free.”

Her cheeks heat, but a slow smile stretches her lips. There’s a glint in her eyes I’ve never seen before and it makes me rumble at the sight of her like this. She wants me. Holy frakk, she does.

“Later tonight then,” she whispers, her eyes on me as she takes another small bite of the meatlohf. I lean back against the chair, satisfied.

This is good. Very good.

15

ELEANOR

I’ve never been more tense in my life.

My entire body is buzzing with anticipation.

Did I just make a sex date?

Yes. Yes, I did.

My first sex date and it’s with an alien so well-endowed that I noticed his impressive size even before feeling it, as he dried his hands on the towel. A flutter had gone through me then. Took everything within me not to close my eyes and lean back into him. The pure power in that shaft makes my core tremble. I’m already so needy just thinking about it. And his scent? Good god. I’ve never smelled a man that made me want to press my face against his skin and just breathe.

Now, as we finish eating, Zynar’s watching me like a wolf might watch sheep. The only thing he’s not doing is salivating. Those yellow-slitted eyes follow my every slight movement. Each time I swallow, his gaze shifts to my throat. When I open my mouth to eat, his gaze slips to my lips.

The intensity of his stare sends shivers down my spine, making me hyper-aware of every breath I take, every move I make. I’m suddenly being seen, as a woman, an attractive woman that’s wanted by the male I actually like. Zynar’s not hiding that he wants to take me to bed. As a matter of fact, I can tell he’s still hard from the way he keeps adjusting himself in the chair.

I reach for my drink, taking a slow sip, hoping to calm my racing heart. Zynar’s eyes follow the movement, his gaze almost tangible. Each shift, each look, sends a swell of power through me. Why? Because I’m the reason for all these reactions. It’s like my whole being is waking up after being dormant for so long.

My confidence rises with each glance, each subtle shift in his seat. It dawns on me that for too long, I’ve felt invisible, my desires and needs buried under mundane obligation and duty. But now, with Zynar, everything is different. His want, his need, pulls me into the present, making me realize just how much I’ve missed feeling desired. Something so simple. Something craved by simply being human—and I was denied it for so long.

Perhaps it’s reckless to let down my guard after so brief an acquaintance. Perhaps I’m a fool. But with Zynar, the more time I spend with him, the more caution seems to slip my grasp. In his presence, all feels right, all other concerns drifting like dandelion fluff on the breeze. Being near him feels…good.

I take another bite of the makeshift meatloaf, the flavors barely registering as I can only focus on the heated gaze fixed on me. Zynar picks at the last bit of meatloaf as if he doesn’t want the meal to end, and I smile.

“I can make another for you, if you like?”

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