Page 26 of Xefe
“Of course. Every action is recorded and broadcast throughout the arena and planet. There are units built into the walls, the ground…everywhere. But here in my domicile? No. My supreme has no need to monitor us.”
“How does he keep you from running away?”
“Run away?” Xefe stormed in from the closet, no staff in hand. “I would never dishonor my family, my warriors. There is no escape. You have not seen, but outside of these protected walls are whirlwinds so massive they dwarf the mountains. They are called Guardians, and they destroy anything not native to this planet. Aliens likeyouare swallowed and ripped to shreds. The only escape is through portals, which is far too dangerous.”
I’ve seen them.I might have to take my chances with the portals.
As if he heard me, he grabbed my arms. “Nevergo through one of those portals. Do you hear me? There are things inside…” he shook his head. “You could get sent anywhere, or worse. Much worse.” He pulled me closer with each word.
I shivered as I remembered the howls and voices I’d heard when I traveled through the floating eddies. I gazed into Sunny’s eyes, mesmerized by the swirling orange in his gaze.No pupils.By the time I finished the thought, the fire died, and his expression went blank.
“Why does that keep happening? It’s like you only feel things for a few seconds and then you go blank.” Except for his grumpy setting. That was constant.
Sunny let go of my arm. “It is how the supreme ensures his warriors are safe. Able to fight with no distraction, with no feelings to get in the way.”
Ay Dios,ishethe one who cut off his cock?“What did he do to you?”
An earth-shattering alarm blared through the room, bouncing off the walls and echoing through the mighty mountain.
“What the hell is that?” I crouched down with my hands over my head.
“It is time to rest. Ready yourself for sleep.”
“You have a bedtime?” I slowly stood. “Oh, comeon. You’re a grown-ass man… er, alien. You can’t decide when to go to sleep? Unbelievable. They didn’t even dare do that to us on Earth.”
He ignored me and readied himself for bed by tossing my dirty sack-dress in a waste shoot and escaping into his closet.
Damn, he’s pissing me off.
And driving me crazy.Andturning me on so bad I might just dropchoniesand start buttering my own muffin. His smell, an earthy musk that made me weak in the knees, surrounded me. It gripped me, making me want to do all sorts of lascivious things to this golden alien, which was terrifying.
Information no longer mattered. Fighting to escape this hellhole was put on the back burner. Not that I wanted toabandon the idea, but I couldn’t get beyond the deep pulse between my legs.
Mychochawas on fire, and I needed alien junk. STAT. Except, holy hell. He didn’t have any. Story of my life. I was finally attracted to someone, and he doesn’t have the goods to make it happen. Valentina would be howling at me. She never had any trouble hooking up. Anywhere… and often.
“Are you ready?” Xefe stormed back from the closet, completely naked.
My eyes immediately went to his body…and it was glorious. Miles of flexing muscle, his skin a bit rougher than mine—and literally covered in glittering gold. A sparkling mist rose off wide shoulders, peppering the air with a delicious scent. But when I glanced down at his goods, hoping beyond hope that something had changed,pito-wise, for my golden friend—nada. Two fierce spikes stuck straight out over his non-existent dick—fiercely protecting his golden mound of nothingness.
The idea of my pussy being gored to death went a long way in cooling my desire. Sort of.
“Get in.” He motioned toward the small bed, miniscule in proportion to his massive size. “You will sleep here. With me.”
“I can’t sleep here!”
“Does your kind sleep standing?”
“No.”
“Do not make me repeat myself.” Sunny lay on the bed. No covers, no clothes, just delicious golden skin and a few killer spikes.
So disappointing.Even if he wanted me, which he clearly didn’t, he just didn’t have the goods.Sin pito.Dickless. But his species must propagatesomehow. Maybe his dick was really in his foot or something.
“I will not chain you tonight. But know this. If you try to escape, I will punish you. If you try to hurt me, you will fail, and I will punish you.”
I grabbed his Oro-scented blanket, because it was mine now, and lay beside him. The bed wasn’t huge, but he was. He had turned his back to me, and I scootched to the farthest edge away from him, feeling absolutely tortured by the cinnamon scents settling over me, invading me, making me heavy between my thighs. Soft with want. And so wet.
I peeked beyond the blanket and studied the veins of gold shooting up his spine, around his wide shoulder blades, and bisecting his enormous lats. It looked so soft and inviting if you ignored the four thick spikes protruding from his spine. Plus, the one sticking out above each elbow.
