Page 11 of Tis the Season for Tentacles
He’s also quite possibly the sexiest being I’ve ever seen.
Tall, broad-shouldered, and muscular enough to give Jason Momoa a run for his money, he looks like a mighty alien warrior. His long, tawny hair is pulled back in a Viking-esque style that includes several braids, and he has an intriguing tattoo-like mark reminiscent of a sigil on his golden right cheek.
But what has my balls tingling and my heart racing are theeightmotherfreaking tentacles coming out of his back.
“Am I dreaming?” I whisper.
The sexy-as-hell alien reaches a large hand down to me. “Let me help you up.”
I startle. “You speak English?”
His kissable lips quirk, and I can’t stop staring at them.
“We do, but our neural translators make occasional errors.”
“Wow,” I breathe. “This is so amazing.”
While I should probably be cautious—after all, these aliens just abducted me—I nevertheless reach my hand out and let Mister Tall, Golden, and Sexy pull me to my feet.
My body aches from my tumble down that ridge, and I wince.
“What’s the matter? Are you injured?”
I stare at him, immediately mesmerized by his multi-colored eyes that have a kaleidoscope pattern to the iris. I’ve never seen anything like it.
Feeling all kinds of awkward, I look down at myself and brush some of the desert dust off of my jeans.
“Oh, I’m fine. I took a bit of a tumble before you all… er… brought me aboard your ship. I’m a little bit stiff and sore from that.”
The majestic golden alien frowns at me. “We should have our med lab scanners check you out just to be on the safe side.”
A smaller, green-hued alien with vibrant green pigtails and also sporting beautiful tentacles steps closer.
“You’re probably freaking this poor guy out, Naj. Let’s introduce ourselves.” She beams at me and extends a light green hand. “I’m Luna Bazran, the ultra-talented engineer of this ship.”
There’s something rather charming and bubbly about her that instantly puts me at ease, so I reach out and give her hand a solid shake despite wishing it was a supercool tentacle. “Nice to meet you, Luna. Felix Taylor.”
She smiles. “Welcome aboard the Sleigh Belle, Felix.”
“Er, thanks.”
Hovering behind the gold hottie is a bright pink alien with tentacles. He has an arm and a tentacle wrapped around a short young human man with messy dark hair.
Lucky bastard.
Wait…
I point an accusing finger. “Hey! You’re the one I saw earlier.”
He gives me a sheepish look. “Yeah, sorry about all this, but we were supposed to be visiting under the radar. We didn’t want anyone to know.”
My mind reels. What exactly have I gotten myself into?
I pale. “Oh God. Are you going to kill me?”
The pink one shakes his head, his long pink hair moving with the gesture. “No, no, no, human friend. You have nothing to fear. I am Khephren Thrase, and this is my husband, Sasha Vasiliev. You are our guest and we intend to treat you with the utmost courtesy and care.” He flashes a blindingly bright smile and flaps his free tentacles in the air. “We are inviting you on an intergalactic travel opportunity of a lifetime. Will you join us on an epic Christmas adventure in outer space?” He rubs several of his tentacles together enthusiastically.
My mouth slowly drops open. For some reason, my mind gets stuck on Sasha and the pink guy.Husbands?This human and alien are married?
