Page 14 of Enticed By the Alien Chef
Love at first sight was a myth, and I always thought it was a bit of a red flag for a relationship when my friends on Earth would talk about experiencing it. But in outer space? With aliens? It was so very real, and Rex was mine, as much as he claimed I was his. I’d found my spot. This was home, and home wasn’t a place; it was a person. My person. My alien chef.
It was on my lips to tell him that I loved him, to turn the beginning of this heated moment into declarations of love. Then Rex lowered his mouth to my clit, and any coherent thought fled my mind; I became a being of feeling and sensation. All of my focus was on the apex of my thighs and what he was doing to me. His lapping tongue already knew exactly how to drive me wild. With his fingers, he circled my opening before pushing inside.
I tumbled over the precipice once, then a second time as he worked to get me used to his hand. I knew what he was doingwith each added finger, stretching me so I could take his thick, massive length. When he pushed a third finger inside, I didn’t think I could take much more. My legs were trembling and shaking, held up by his hands over his shoulders. It burned to take it, but his tongue kept lapping at my sensitive clit, and that made any tension vanish. I focused on breathing through it, and when I felt myself relax, the pride in Rex’s green and yellow eyes made me feel a full-body glow.
“That’s it, Kara,” he signed as he lifted his head and rose to his full height. The fingers of his hand remained buried deep inside of me, reminding me of what was to come. When he pulled them free, it was with a wet, suckling noise that was loud in the room. It made Rex smirk, but I felt heat crawl up my face. I had never been this wet before; I didn’t know I could evengetthis wet. “You are ready,” Rex signed, and then he made the effort to speak my name out loud, though I knew that pained him. “Kara.”
He shifted on his feet, and with a hand, lined the head of his cock up with my stretched opening. The first brush of the strange, moving tendrils that nestled at the base of his cock startled me. They were warm and slick, a little oily. Some spread and stretched longer than I thought they could, curling around my thighs and spreading me wide. Others slicked through my folds with their firm tips. When Rex started pushing in, they curled around my clit and pulsed. Just like that, pleasure burst through me, sharp and fast—an orgasm that made me clench tightly around the head of his cock, the rest of my core spasming around nothing until he groaned and pushed deeper. “Ah, Rex!”
Too much was happening all at once, but I couldn’t stop. It was all tumbling together like an avalanche: the firm brush of those tendrils pulsing tightly around my clit, the push of his cock as heburrowed deeper with each thrust, and the last ebb and flow of my orgasm. Then Rex set the hammock swaying, and I saw stars—a push and pull as I collided with him and swung away. I was so full. He was bigger than anything I’d ever had, but it felt so good.
I loved looking at him as we fucked. Loved the way his eyes fixated on where his cock burrowed deep inside of me, or the way his mood spots had turned a dark pink, and his jaw was gritted as he staved off his own pleasure. “Rex,” I moaned for him, his tendrils tightening around my clit, pulsing in time with the pleasure coursing through me. I was so close to the edge, and this was going to be the best one yet because it would be together.
He had so many hands that I couldn’t keep track of all of them. I felt the slide of his fingers across my belly, then he squeezed my breast. I knew he was holding the hammock, but he was also holding my hips to keep me right where he wanted me—on his dick, impaled with each sway of the hammock and thrust of his hips. I was starting to see why he liked that thing so much. I had never pictured how sex worked in one before, and I had been thoroughly educated.
“Now,” he signed with one hand, and my belly swooped at the fierce command stamped on his face. I loved that bossy look, and everything in me tingled and tightened. A rough, stuttering thrust went deep, so very deep. Then we were hurling over the edge together; and as he warned me, I was screaming his name over and over. Rex was silent, but I could feel his chest vibrate, his breathing rough and quick.
As the pleasure started to fade, my alien chef leaned forward and gathered me in his arms. I now knew that four-armed hugs were the best, tangled in his limbs so protectively that I felt utterly content. I never wanted any other kind; he’d spoiled me. I didn’t want to leave the cozy nest, but when Rex picked me up and carried me into the shower, I only sighed and let him do exactly as he wanted. He would take care of me; he always would.
Beneath the hot spray of water, he pinned me to the wall and fucked me all over again, this time, slow and languid. As we reached another climax together, I couldn’t hold back the words that had been on my lips all evening. “I love you, Rex.”
He pulled back just enough to slide a hand between us and with his spots glowing bright yellow, he signed back. “I love you, Kara. Forever.”
Chapter 20
Rex
Kara didn’t want to leave our hammock that morning, and I was very tempted to let her sleep longer. There were things that needed to be taken care of that couldn’t wait, like the resolution to last night’s confrontation with Drova, the Ovter officers, and especially the Kertinal after my female. I still didn’t know the male’s name, and it bothered me that I knew so little. Information was the best way to arm oneself; every gladiator knew that. You did not fight an opponent on the sands without knowing every little bit about them you could learn—their strengths, their weaknesses.
When Kara made a soft hitching noise in her breathing, I knew she was about to wake up. Good. I dipped my head to nuzzle her neck and cheek, delighting in the bumps my mouth raised on her skin, so sensitive, my little mate. Ticklish too, as I’d found out sometime last night by accident, especially along her flanks.
I kissed the shell of her ear, then scraped a fang over the delicate arch. That got her attention, and her eyes fluttered open. “Hi,” she said with a smile. “Good morning.” I kissed her in answer and, with regret, started to untangle our limbs so I could get up.
“We have to get to work. A show of strength to let Drova know he can’t get to us.” Kara looked a little incredulous, but she dipped into the bathroom to wash up and dress with a little urging—and a slap on her rump that made her giggle. We walked and ate from the bread I’d packed for us the day before, while Kara talked about Akrod and asked me a million questions about thelarge spaceport. Eventually, she turned serious eyes my way and asked about my past. How did I get here?
“I was a gladiator,” I said. “Do you know what they are? Gladiators?” When she nodded, I fell into the simple story of the raiders that had taken me from my homeworld, which was still very primitive. I had been a teenager at the time, already trained as a hunter and a fast, experienced climber. I’d taken to the arena sands quickly and risen in the ranks to become a prime fighter, with only a handful of defeats to my name—including my last one.
“The day I got this,” I signed and touched the knot of scarring on my throat, “was the day I got my freedom. My owner said that if I survived the injury, I could take the fight money for that defeat and leave. I did not receive medical treatment; he was certain I would die, but I was very motivated to live. I did, and he kept his word. The kitchen was where I got my first real job, and when I ended up at Drova’s, I knew that bar was going to be mine.”
Kara smiled. “In your hands, that bar could be so much more. Drova said you had shares. How close are you to owning his bar outright?” I held up my fingers, just two of them, and her eyes grew wide. “Two percent? Seriously?” I nodded and grinned when that made her guffaw with laughter. I was nearly the majority owner—one more push, and I’d have what I wanted: the bar and my mate. It was also possible that Drova would make a mistake and get in trouble with the Akrod police, a situation with increasing likelihood. If he did, I would, by default, be offered the chance to buy the rest of the shares. I had enough money to do so.
Kara was in high spirits from my news about owning the bar when we entered through the back door and stepped straight into my kitchen. It looked exactly as I’d left it last night, so Drova had not been in. The bar proper was a mess because the bastard had not bothered to tidy up after closing, and Kara and I set out to clean it together.
“I’m sorry they stole you from your planet, though. That must have been tough,” Kara said when the work was halfway done. I shrugged a shoulder. Yeah, it had been rough, but I wouldn’t change my past now that I had this future lying shimmering and perfect in front of me: my pretty human mate at my side, a kitchen to run, food to make, and a bar to share with my female. Things could only get better if we could get rid of Drova and that Kertinal.
When Drova stumbled in from his apartment later that morning, he glared at me but said nothing. I did not trust the safety of my female in his presence and saddled Kara with more kitchen work than she preferred while I manned the bar. I knew something was up later that morning when Drova went from avoiding me to inviting me into his office to check some paperwork.
There was nothing amiss in the bar, no sign of any shady figures, and Drova waited patiently as I checked that the backdoor was locked. “Come on,” he urged when I signaled Kara to be alert. “It’s about your shares; we should discuss the future of the bar.” My heart leaped at those words—dangling temptation in my face was a sure way to get my attention. Had the male changed his mind about keeping his bar after last night? Was he finally going to sell me the rest?
I should have known better: Drova was always scheming, and today was no different. He was a vengeful male too, and cheating him out of his reward yesterday had been too much for the old bastard to take. He wanted payback. When a scream drew my attention, he dared leap into my path, but that scream sounded like Kara’s, and nothing could stop me. He received a punch to the side of his face for his attempt to delay me, and then I was racing from his office to my kitchen.
My brave Kara was standing in the center of the room, brandishing a large frying pan in her hands. A small Ovt male was in front of her, his back turned to me, so I could see how he was swinging his tail wildly back and forth in agitation. His maw had opened, ready to spit acid at my female. There was too much distance between me and the male, but I tried to rush him anyway, my boots slapping heavily against the wooden floor as I ran.
Kara did not need rescuing from the dangerous Ovter. Before he could spit his deadly acid, she slapped him squarely across the face with her frying pan, a mighty yell issuing from her throat as she did it. I winced as things clacked beneath that blow, bones breaking and fracturing. The Ovter yelled in fury and pain, tumbling to the side but scrambling upright with lizardian agility. He was too scared of Kara or me, but fury lit his eyes when he spotted Drova racing into the kitchen behind me, still clutching his face from my blow.
“You bassstard! You tricksed me!” he lisped through bloody lips at the old Asrai, and he leaped across the room with a scream of rage. Acid bubbled, spewing from his mouth, which I dodged, but Drova had no hope of avoiding. I flung myself at Kara,curling her protectively in my arms. Behind me, the two males collided, the Ovter screaming in rage, and Drova in pain.
It was over as fast as the altercation had started. Drova’s heels drummed against the floor in the throes of death, then stilled abruptly. I had to act fast, setting aside my scared mate so I could pin the Ovter to the floor before it could harm us or flee the scene. “Get me a rope from that cabinet,” I signed to my mate once I had him pinned with a knee in his back, arms wrenched tightly behind his shoulders. Ovters were very flexible, and their acid was a powerful weapon, but he had just spewed; it would take him a minute to gather a new load.
