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He groaned and thrust deeper, his orgasm following shortly after. We lay there for a moment, our bodies entwined and our breaths coming out in short gasps.

When it was over, the alien pulled out of me and lay down next to me. He wrapped his arms around me, holding me close as we both caught our breath.

“That was amazing,” I said, my voice shaking with emotion.

He smiled and kissed me on the forehead. “It was,” he agreed. “You were amazing.”

CHAPTER 9

Lorvian

The fibers of my skin could feel the smallest brush against its surface. Detecting any vibration of movement from several feet in the distance gave me time to react, even in my sleep.

I felt this alien male untangle himself from my grasp and slip from my side. I felt a powerful urge to hold on to him, to pull him back to my side. It wasn’t safe for him here, so we needed to get to Eros.

Life onboard a war vessel is harsh and unforgiving. There are strict rules and regulations for running a tight ship, including rules against mating onboard. I recruited those who were barren to ensure they followed this rule. Sure, they could still fuck, but mating was impossible.

Fucking is just the release of frustration but mating was on a whole other level. Mating between Valisians was done when the Omegas went into their heat cycle and unleashed their pheromones, telling every Alpha within a one-mile radius that they were ready for mating.

These women and rare males would travel to the Holy Site, where they would be locked away and kept safe from rape. The Alphas would travel behind them, and we would have a festival to compete for the most beautiful among them.

Now, the holy site was just as barren as them all.

My body almost moved on its own despite me being half asleep and only partially aware of him leaving my side. I gripped his arm before he could get away from me.

“I was... getting some water.” He said once I woke up.

“You wouldn’t have gotten far.” I chuckled. He did not know the first thing about me or my kind, yet he was prepared to act. He was a bold one, and I’d give him that, and it was his fearless attitude that made me want to tease him.

“Well, I wasn’t trying to get far.” He got back in bed and under the warmth of the covers.

“You’re emitting a very arousing scent.” Kissing his hand and then his neck, I resisted the urge to claim him. I held back during the sex earlier, willing myself not to knot him as I pumped my seed into his tight hole.

I wish I could compare his scent to a Valisian omega in heat, but I couldn’t. Never had the pleasure of partaking. I was born long after those fruitful times. Our omegas had long since been barren, which caused my father to keep a large harem of omegas for himself, his right as a king. Most of these women came willingly when the royal guard knocked on their door. Others were not so willing. Various families scattered the omegas my father couldn’t find throughout the planet and beyond. Finding one was nearly impossible. Older alphas had stated their scent had waned over the centuries; for all I knew, I could have been close to a fertile omega and not even know it!

Since I’ve used my pheromones on this alien, his delightful scent sang its soft melody, and this was something I wasn’t too familiar with. Perhaps the doctor could provide more insight. I wouldn’t be the least bit surprised if that damn doctor didn’t plant a camera in my cabin to record everything.

“I wish you would stop saying that?” He said, looking away from me. His soft black hair fell across his face, partially obscuring his striking jade-green eyes.

“Saying what? You don’t like me talking about your scent?”

“Yeah, it makes me think I stink.”

“If I say it is intoxicating, why do you think you stink?”

“I don’t know. Strong odors tend to be stinky.”

“If you stink, then it’s my kind of stink.”

“Great!” He shot out of bed. “I’m taking a bath! Because I don’t know what you are talking about!”

I laughed. “You’re serious?”

“Yes!” He folded his arms, causing his tunic to slide down his shoulder, revealing his soft, smooth neck. I’ve bedded wenches, but I’ve never had the urge to claim one. Was this instinctual? Was it his pheromones at work? I don’t know, but I had half a mind to grab him, toss him onto this bed, and bite deep, feeling the spurt of blood from the claiming on my tongue.

He entered the bathing room, and I got out of bed and followed.

I got a perfect view of his ass when he bent over to lift the lever for the water. He ran his hands over it to check the temperature, and I couldn’t help grabbing his hips and gently pulling his ass to my cock. His moans were soft and high-pitched as I squeezed his ass and ground my cock between his thighs, and reached around to play with his tiny cock, which seemed to drive him mad.

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