Page 15 of Haunted By the Alien
There is nothing she could ask me that I would not answer, except the details of my mission. I will not endanger her.
“You wish to meet, after the party?” I guess.
She nods, rather demurely. “I want to get to know you better, but… Oh, this is awkward. I hope I’m not being too forward.” She turns her head.
I grip her chin until her eyes meet mine. “You will not look away from me in shame or fear. I wish to know you better, too, Kenzie of Earth.”
Her face lights up and her lips part, but it’s that smile I’ve already fallen for that grabs hold of me and doesn’t let go.
“I feel like I already know you,” she whispers. “Deep down. God, that sounds crazy, doesn’t it?”
My heart soars at hearing her words, and how freely she speaks them. Instead of walking away, I let my thumb stroke her cheek. Leaving her is proving drekking hard.
My people have a saying. “To ignore what we feel is to deny who we are.”
The light must be playing with my vision because I’m sure her eyes sparkle.
“It’s a date, then?” She replied, bouncing on her feet. “Maybe you can pick me up at the end of the party?”
I scoop her into my arms again.
She laughs, a melodic sound that vibrates through me. I cannot get involved with anyone, not even a female as captivating as Kenzie, until I find that grud.
She slaps her palm against my pecs. “I meant later tonight.”
“Or I can hold you in my arms, now, for the rest of the night.”
“You might get fired.”
I growl. The drekking grud is coming between me and this female.
“Go, Kobrik. Finish your work, then find me. We’ll have our own fun together. Just the two of us.”
My heart and cock swell with what she suggests. Reluctantly, I set her back on her feet.
“Give me your palm,” she says, stealing glances at me from beneath thick lashes.
I’m not sure what she intends, but I hold my hand out to her. She runs the pads of her fingers across my palm, making my pleasure cock push against my trou so drekking hard, I fear it will burst through the fabric.
“Do you know what you’re doing to me, female?”
“Did I hurt you?” Two skilled yet gentle hands examine my palm. “I see old scars, but nothing recent. What hurts?”
My pleasure cock which desperately needs a release. “Nothing. You are a medic with a gentle touch.”
“A nurse, actually, but thanks.” Her body relaxes. Unlike mine. My horns have twisted at the tops, my pleasure cock is beyond hard, and my fingers itch with this constant need to touch her.
Once, twice, her green eyes lift, watching me as she writes on my palm with a pen she withdrew from her bag. “My address,” she explains before capping the pen and slipping it back in her bag. “In case you finish work too late to escort me home from the party. I want you to be able to find me.”
“I would find you even if I had to tear this city apart.But Iwillreturn in three hours to escort you home. I do not want you traveling this city alone at night.”
Kenzie presses her lips against mine. So soft. And very addictive.
Mymatingcock rises, a sensation I’ve never experienced, so at first I don’t recognize what’s happening. I fool myself into thinking it’s my pleasure cock, but that has been hard for several minutes. I want to run my hand over my mating cock, to verify that it is indeed hard.
Instead, I press my body against Kenzie.
She steps back and beneath the green paint, her cheeks flush. I wonder if blood has rushed to her lower region as it has withme. I’m dying to touch her, all of her, to let my hands wander and explore this sexy female.
