Page 13 of Kissed By the Alien
It’s time I face the truth. I’m not on edge because of a female. I cannot forget what I’ve done.
“Humans are interesting creatures who make poor choices. Red...” I scoff. “How can they celebrate anything with everything covered in red?”
“Different culture.”
Hunzu shrugs. Casual and easy-going. I envy him.
“I’ll see you later, Lutan.” He nods and heads for the human, Amelia, matching her gait as she walks up the red carpet leading into the hotel. He lowers his horns just in time to avoid popping the arch of red balloons.
A sea of red takes my vision as the carpet morphs into a puddle of blood. No matter how hard I try, I can’t breathe. I want to call out to Hunzu, but I’m without a voice.
Then, a warm hand touches my left bicep, and the horrors of my memories disappear. My breathing eases and my vision clears. I inhale, pulling a sweet scent into my lungs that reminds me of the clean air of Zyan.
“Red is the symbolic color of the human heart,” Lexi says behind me, her cool hand resting on my arm. “I overheard what you said to your friend. You’ll see a lot of red inside, including red hearts and maybe arrows too. Nothing to do with war. Just symbols of Valentine’s Day and love. This is meant to be a fun occasion, Warrior. But if it’s stressing you, we can go elsewhere.”
“Where?”
“The roof. Where we can watch the stars. Though I doubt we’ll hear the music from up there. Either way, thank you for inviting me.”
She’s being polite, tactful as she damn well knows I coerced her into coming. But I cover her hand with mine, enjoying the warmth of her skin against mine. I don’t feel so.... dead… when I’m with her.
But I’m using her and I don’t care. I’m a selfish bastard when I need to be.
“I’m pleased to see you, Lexi. And I would not deny you an evening of music and whatever else this ball entails. Warriors can handle anything. Even the overuse of red.”
A broad smile peeks out from beneath the dirty, wide-brimmed hat she wears. When I remove the hat, blonde curls cascade down her back. She twirls in the oversized beat-up, coat and clunky military-style boots, hair swinging behind her. She moves with grace and confidence, and she’s the very definition of beauty, though I’m not sure they’ll allow us to enter given the clothing she’s wearing. These humans judge people based on appearance. I should have given her credits for clothing when I asked her to meet me here tonight.
“Perhaps we should go to the roof,” I say, to spare her any embarrassment.
“How about a little later? We have all night, right? And I loooove dancing, especially to live music.”
She’s literally bouncing up and down, and my cock’s moving in beat with her. “There will be no dancing tonight.”
“Of course, there will be. It’s one of the highlights of a function like this!”
Her exuberance is contagious, but I cannot bend, not on this. “I was not clear. You may certainly dance, but I will not. On Zyan, we dance only in private. It’s considered a sensual act between two people, which is why only heartmates dance. Sometimes pleasure mates.” Lexi and I are neither and yet the idea appeals to me. With her, no other.
She shifts her hips and bumps into mine. Contact with her shoots electricity through me. This female has a power over me that I do not understand. I shove my hands behind my back to keep from touching her.
“You’re gonna miss out on all the fun. Dancing here is casual. No commitment required. There will be plenty of singles on the dance floor as well as married couples. Which is why you can dump me if you see someone you like.”
“I would never drop you.”
“Dump. Abandon. Go off with another female.”
“Why would I wish to be with another female when I have a stunning, bright one already at my side?”
She stares at me again, this time with her mouth open. I glance inside. “Some males take this as an invitation, female. One more erotic than dancing.”
She snaps her mouth closed, then with an enticing grin, opens it again and bounces her eyebrows. My pleasure cock’s rock hard.
As a warrior, I’m permitted, encouraged even, to partake in local rituals. This female, though, is all the enticement I need. There is a vibrancy to her that makes me want to experience all that I can of life.
There’s no question in my mind. I will dance with Lexi if she invites me, which it appears she has, but I don’t understand how this will work in public.
“I’m still getting used to human customs. I will consider dancing.”
“Thank you!” she jumps up and down and kisses my cheek.
