Page 23 of Kissed By the Alien
I know that look. As do my cocks. “We must go. Now, Lexi.”
“Progress! You called me Lexi again and not female!” She jumps in place and tugs on my vest. “I must be getting to you.”
She is. Though I’d be a fool to admit it.
“Go, now, or I’ll shoot those males.” I swat her bottom to get her moving. That gets her attention, and with a bounce to her step, she sprints down the street and turns left. She’s incredibly fast for a female. In a dress, too. I suspect she’s done this before.
As I follow her through the twists and turns of side streets, through a hole in a metal fence I would never have seen from the street, I realize shehasdone this before. She moves like a kuvak through the jungle, fast, quiet, relying, I suspect, on a combination of memory and instinct.
“Still with me, Warrior?” she calls over her shoulder minutes later.
She’s fearless, my female.
My female. Krike, I should not think of her as mine.
“Hold,” I call ahead to her as I peer around a corner to see if we’ve lost the males. As soon as we’re in a secure location, I’ll ask her who these men are. Males she doesn’t fear.
There’s movement in the distance. Two males checking behind stacks of rubble from bombed-out buildings. Our pursuers are searching everywhere.
“We have to find a place to…” I turn and find Lexi gone. I should have expected she’d run from me.
I draw in the night air, immediately catching her scent. I wouldn’t be able to track her like this if she weren’t my sholani. Drekk. More evidence. I’d hoped I’d imagined my mating cock rising for her earlier.
I scale two fences and squeeze through a hole in a wall behind a garbage receptacle before I find Lexi in an abandoned building. Moonlight streams through the empty building, which from all appearances has no other entrance except the hole I crawled through and the bay of windows fifteen feet above ground level. She’s chosen a good hiding place, assuming the males can’t track her as I did.
She’s sitting on an old, black sofa. Rather clean considering the dilapidated condition of the building. That’s when I realize all debris that should be here is, but it’s been piled up against a metal door. The intended entrance. Anyone trying to enter will correctly assume internal debris blocks the entrance and then move on.
“Lexi.”
Her head snaps up. “How did you find me?”
“I’m good at tracking.” I roam past beat up chairs, a box with a door balanced on it, serving as a table, and a low chest full of clothing and shoes. I rifle through the clothing. Most are baggy, tattered, similar to the coat Lexi wears. “This is your home?”
“More of a treehouse.”
“I see no trees.”
“A place to go to be alone, Lutan. Where no one can find me.”
“I found you.” I don’t tell her how.
“You’re the first. Did I step in mud along the way? Leave boot prints?”
When I don’t answer, she rises from the sofa. “What do you want from me, Lutan? I told you I’m not involved with the Brotherhood. I have no knowledge where they’re getting those blasters from. If I had info, I’d tell you.”
“Would you?” I ask, my words dripping with skepticism. I’m not usually this surly. Finding her here, in this building with cracked beams that are bowed and can cave in on her, burying her alive if not outright killing her any minute, angers me. She says this isn’t her home, but I worry it is. This is no place for anyone to live, especially my sholani.
Except she’s not mine. I haven’t claimed her. Nor can I.
“You’re not safe here.”
“It’s safer than most other places. Without having a ton of guards restricting my freedom, that is.”
“Who were those men, Lexi? And no lies.”
“I only know one. McCauley. He’s security for my family’s… business.”
She hesitates with that last word. She may not be Brotherhood, but whatever her family does, it’s not legal.
