Page 49 of My Alien Bughead
“We won’t.” His hand trails under my clothes, sliding down my stomach and between my thighs. Spreading my legs for him, I desperately need him to touch me. “If we had sex right now, I’d want to use my barbs on you and fuse us together for hours. And whilst it would probably be extremely pleasurable for both of us, it might prove inconvenient for fighting.”
Yeah, no kidding. My laugh turns into an incoherent whimper as he caresses my pussy through my damp underwear. “Wait… Did you say ‘probably’?” My mind is a little foggy, focused on the waves of pleasure his fingers are bringing me, yet something in his tone feels off. “You said it would…oh…’probably’ be pleasurable? Have you never done that before?”
“I’ve had sex before, littlezeeva.” He pushes my panties aside, his finger circling my opening. “But I’ve never used my barbs on anyone. I’ve only ever loved one female before you and we never got physical.”
Because she died. God, this is a terrible topic of conversation, especially when his fingers are so close to my clit. But there’s something else. “Did you just say ‘loved’?”
“Ssh.” He rubs my clit in earnest, then dips two fingers into my pussy to tease the sensitive spots inside of me. “Stop thinking now. Just enjoy this.”
It’s not like I have much of a choice as most of the blood abandons my brain and migrates to more pleasurable locations. My pussy clenches around D’Aakh’s fingers as I chase the orgasm, then the bastard slows down. “Please,” I beg, grinding against his hand. “More. I need more.”
“I know.” He traces kisses down my neck, then back up, all the way to my ear. Teeth graze my earlobe, eliciting a devilish moan out of me. Chuckling, D’Aakh does it again. “I should have known.Zeevashave sensitive ears.”
I would slap him but I’m too busy enjoying myself as his fingers pick up the pace again, sliding in and out and over all of the right spots, again and again, until I explode with a scream. D’Aakh holds me to his chest as I ride out my orgasm, his fingers moving slowly, gently, continually setting off little ripples of pleasure.
When I finally stop twitching and whimpering, D’Aakh withdraws his fingers but keeps holding me. “This,” he murmurs into my ear, “is what people do before battle. And after.”
Shifting in D’Aakh’s arms to face him, I ask, “Is that a promise?”
“Yes.” His ahni, bright red, fade to a more pinkish shade. “I mean, if you want it to be? I meant what I said last night, Lucía. I’m yours, for whatever you need. Whether you just want someone to throw wrenches at when your mad, or someone to tell you when you’re tightening the graviton screws in the wrong order, or to fuck your brains out. I’ll be there. I also understand if you want nothing to do with me after today. I’m not exactly a ‘catch’, as you humans like to say.”
“Oh, you’re definitely a catch,” I murmur, trying to wrap my mind around his words. “But instead of a normal trout, you’re like a…talking rainbow piranha.”
He frowns. “I’m not sure what that means.”
“Yeah, me neither. Forget that.” Rubbing my forehead, I look into his eyes again. “D’Aakh, what if I wanted…something more?”
“Anything,” he replies without hesitation. “I told you, you can have anything you want.”
I smack his shoulder. “I meant a real relationship, bughead.”
“Oh. With me?”
Oh my god. This guy. “No, with your captain. Of course I meant with you, you idiot!”
Just as I’m about to smack him again, he grabs my wrist. “Like I said,zeeva,” he whispers against my mouth. “Anything.”
Like always, I’m torn between kissing D’Aakh, and hitting him. I blame his coy smile. It makes him too adorable to hit. “Don’t think I’ve forgotten about those graviton screws,” I admonish as I pull back to catch my breath. “It is you who tightens them in the wrong order. I’ll—”
Someone knocks on the door, making me realize our very real predicament again. I gasp. “The attack! What if—”
Kissing me quickly to stop me from spiraling, D’Aakh says, “Everything will be fine. Remember my promise, Lucía. I’ll always protect you.”
As I watch D’Aakh climb out of bed, still more than a little wobbly on his feet, my heart clenches. I trust him to protect me. But who will protect him?
Chapter 29
D’Aakh
“Come in!” Lucía callsout once she’s zipped up her coveralls.
Sighing, I sit down on the bed we just vacated in the vain hope of hiding my massive erection. I’m longing to lick my fingers and taste Lucía’s juices but I refrain. Not because Nikolai is entering the room but because licking her juices off my fingers would only make the ache in my cock worsen.
Nikolai looks at me, then Lucía, his brow quirks but he doesn’t comment. “Sorry for interrupting,” he says. “I need to check your vitals, D’Aakh. Captain’s orders.”
“Sure,” I reply with a shrug. After sleeping for so long, I’m already feeling a lot better. I’m still a trembling mess but I’m no longer about to die any second. Not that I’m about to argue with Nikolai, though. If I want to win back Zarkan’s trust, I’ll have to follow his orders to the letter.
As Nikolai holds a scanner to my chest, his smile turns into a frown. “Damn it. This is what I was afraid of.”
