Page 7 of Haunted By the Alien
“It’s a costume party. For Halloween. Josh emphasized scary costumes only. Nothing is scarier than a grud, right? ThoughI have to say, for as much thought as I put into my costume, you have me beat, hands down, even without the horns. Those muscles are fabulous!” She squeezes my biceps and squeals. “And they’re real!”
The heat from her touch and the excitement in her voice shoot straight to my cocks.
Not cocks.Cock. Singular. Just the one, not the other. I’m quite sure my mating cock didnotmove.
Green eyes light, captivating me.
Ninety percent sure.
Slowly, this female runs a finger down the length of my arm.
Eighty percent sure.
“And your chest… Really impressive. How much do you work out each day?” she asks.
“I run and spar when I have time.”
“May I touch you again, um, elsewhere?”
Drekk, my trousers are suddenly tight. I’m now onlythirtypercent sure my pleasure cock—andnothingelse—twitched.
My mating cock definitely remains dormant.
I think.
That dainty finger works its way across my jaw and down my neck. “Killer paint job, you have there. It’s not coming off.”
That sizzle grows, as does my pleasure cock.
Andmy mating cock.
No! I’m imagining that! All her chatter is confusing my senses!
“This is not an area a female should walk unescorted.” I focus on getting her out of here, anything but what my pleasure cock may be doing.
“Muscles, you don’t have to twist my arm.”
“My name is Kobrik, not Muscles. And I will not twist your arm or slam you to the ground again.”
“What a pity. Not the arm part but slamming me.” She sucks in a breath. “That could be fun.”
“I would not hurt you. I vow this.”
She laughs, nice and hearty. “I believe you. Don’t worry, we’re good.”
We begin walking. “No need to escort me all the way to the party, Muscles, I mean Kobrik. Sorry. I’m a person who thinks in terms of nicknames. Anyway, if I can get to a bus, any bus, I’ll be good from there.”
“I will escort you to your destination.”
Despite the green paint disguising her natural color, a blush definitely overtakes her face seconds before plump pink lips form a smile. “Just get me out of this hellhole and I’ll be fine. This place gives me the creeps. I was convinced someone was following me.”
“Someonewas. Me.”
“No, I mean something not human.”
“Again, me.”
When she slips her hand in mine, a sense of familiarity, peace even, fills me. Suddenly, my parents and siblings on Zyan don’t feel so far away.
