Page 22 of My Alien Bughead
“Apologize? Didn’t want damage. Didn’t want harm or danger.”
“Yes, an apology is a good start. However, you’re also going to help us fix the ship and then train up to help out as the maintenance crew.”
I blink, stunned by her words. Rage flares within me. Who the fuck does this female think she is?! As if it’s not bad enough that I have to deal with one primitive lifeform messing with my work, now she wants to add the bugs to it too?
Over my dead body.
Before I know it, I’m striding into the long-abandoned workshop the Serramorphs have taken over. I grab Lucía’s arms and snarl right into her face. “What the fuck did you just say?!”
Chapter 14
Lucía
I fight hard notto yelp out as D’Aakh storms into the room, his furious expression letting me know he’s been listening in to my conversation with Tink.
I should shake his hands off. Yell at him. Kick him in the nuts. But he’s so close, and he’s touching me, holding me. The electricity is coursing between us like we’re high-voltage conduits, and the charge keeps building and building…
Our lips collide.
I can’t say who kissed who. It might have been me launching myself at him. It might have been him slanting his lips against mine to silence me. It doesn’t matter.
There’s nothing sweet or gentle about our kiss. Nothing slow or explorative. We meet in a ferocious battle for dominance. As I gasp for air, D’Aakh’s tongue invades my mouth, sliding along my own and taking control of the kiss. Claiming me. His fist grabbing hold of my hair, holding me in place so I can’t escape.
Ha. As if!
Not one to hold back, my tongue rises to his challenge, stroke for stroke. Pressing into his chest, not to push him away but to maneuver him against a wall so thathecan’t escape, my hands trace up D’Aakh’s neck until they reach his smooth head. I curse the jerk for not having any hair for me to hold on to. I briefly consider using his antennae as handholds but they seem too fragile and I don’t want to hurt him. Much.
D’Aakh groans as I brush against the base of his antennae, causing heat to flood between my legs. Feeling the tickle of a light touch on my forehead, I glance up to see the tips of his antennae are touching me, their tips bright red like a fire alarm. It tingles and sends wild impulses directly to my pussy that sadly clenches around nothing, desperately needing to be filled.
In a heartbeat, D’Aakh has us turned around, slamming me into the wall this time, the impact just shy of painful. Growling into my mouth, his hand tightens its hold on my hair. D’Aakh’s other arm is a steel bar locked around my waist, pressing me into his rock-hard chest.
Grinding my hips against his, I moan at the sudden feeling ofmovementdown below. He’s wearing some sort of combat uniform while I have on thick coveralls, yet I can still feel his cock unfolding from its position of safety behind the overlapping chitin plates. The motion feels completely foreign to anythingI’ve ever felt before, sparking my intrigue and arousing me like never before.
As if it has a mind of its own, D’Aakh’s cock shifts and glides across the fabric of his combat suit, trying to find a path to reach me, to touch me where I need it most.
“Fuck, yes,” he breathes out, rubbing against my body as he continues to crush me between the wall and himself. Eyes fluttering open, his lust filled gaze lifts to find mine.
I witness firsthand the exact moment he realizes what’s happening and the slew of emotions that follows.
Surprise. Anger. Disgust.
It’s that last emotion that snaps me out of my own haze as I forcefully shove his chest back. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!” I yell.
Recoiling, D’Aakh immediately staggers back, his hands dropping from my body as if I were a poisonous snake. Or something he just scraped off the sole of his shoe. “Me?! I’m not doing anything! You’re the one who threw yourself at me!”
“Yeah, sure. In your dreams, bughead.”
“Nightmares, maybe,” he sneers. “I know you primitive creatures have difficulty controlling your emotions but stay the fuck away from me.”
Raising my fist, I’m ready to introduce it to his nose but grab a spanner instead. Wouldn’t want to break my knuckles punching this thick-headedpendejo. “Who are you calling primitive? You were the one who stormed in here all pissed off!” I wave the spanner in his face. “Don’t fucking touch me again or I’ll smash your tiny little bug-brain in.”
Whether I stepped forward or he did, either way we’re too close again. The static charge between us is back at full force and it’s taking everything in me not to kiss him again.
What the hell is this? Does he emit pheromones or something? I hate him! How can I be so damn attracted to him at the same time?
Trembling with rage, he also fights for control...and wins. Before I can say anything, he’s on the other side of the workshop, as far away from me as the room allows. “I came here because I heard you say something so incredibly stupid, I needed to check that you hadn’t hit your head. There’s absolutely no way we’re letting these bugs touch anything else on this ship!”
“Why not? They’re intelligent! They can be useful. Just look at what they’ve built! Environmental controls, water filtration…”
