Page 17 of Monstrous Heat
I couldn’t find a towel so I let myself air dry. My hair was so tangled that I was afraid I’d just have to hack it all off. I didn’t want to snoop too much through his personal things to look for deodorant or a comb but I did find a stack of faded T-shirts folded on a rickety shelf by the bed. The shirt smelled a bit musty but seemed fairly clean, though it was much too small for him. Maybe it belonged to the shack’s previous owner? Did an alien even wear clothes or have basic toiletries? How long had he been here?
When was he going back…?
Just the thought of him leaving made my stomach pitch and roll.
Red flag. Why would I care? I barely knew the man. We’d had great sex, sure, but I couldn’t possibly be romantically attached to him already. He hadn’t told me much at all about how he’d gotten to Earth, when or how he would leave, what life was like back on his planet. All I knew was that he’d been stranded here after some kind of rescue mission, though the way he’d hesitated told me that was just the tip of the iceberg.
The little kitchen consisted of a mini fridge and a hotplate on a rusted rolling cart. Fresh bananas sat on top of the hotplate. I didn’t remember them being there last night, but I hadn’t exactly been observant of anything but the ginormous dick swinging in front of me.
My pussy clenched again and I quickly pushed any thoughts about his physique away. I didn’t need another hands-off climax, thank you very much. I was still weirded out by the other one. My mouth watered looking at the fruit, so I decided to help myself to a banana and a bottle of water from the fridge. He’d given me one last night. I didn’t think he’d mind. If he did…
Then I’d know exactly what kind of asshole I was dealing with. I’d have the excuse I needed to book it for camp as quickly as I could go.
I sat cross-legged on the bed since there weren’t any chairs. My stomach quivered with extasy on the food and water, though unease still wriggled through my brain. It took me a minute to put my finger on the anxiety. Camp. I didn’t know where it was. I had no idea where this cabin was. If he didn’t want to let me leave…
Where would I go? I couldn’t call for help unless he managed to find my backpack. What if he found it—and destroyed my phone? Threw it in a river or tossed it in a ravine? Even if he gave it to me, would it have a charge? Would I have enough signal to get through to Holly or Dr. Snyder? Even if I did, how would I tell them my location?
I had no clothes, map, phone, laptop, or contact with any other human… I had no idea where I was even if I managed to reach help.
I’m fucked. And not in the good way.
10
NATALIE
Ididn’t hear him approaching. There weren’t any heavy footsteps to alert me. The door opened and there he was, suddenly filling up the tiny shack. Wide eyed, I stared at him like a deer frozen in approaching headlights. He seemed so much bigger in broad daylight. His head nearly touched the ceiling. Everything bulged. Massive arms. Beefy chest and shoulders.
I’m not looking further south…
I didn’t even have the chance to peek at his dick again because he advanced too quickly. One moment he was by the door. The next he loomed over me, hands planted on either side of me, red eyes glittering like faceted rubies. Oh shit. Did that mean his creature was close?
He breathed deeply and his lips curled back in distaste. A deep, vicious rumble rolled from his chest, sending icy shards down my spine. “What the fuck is this?”
Bewildered, I glanced down my front. “A… sh… shirt. I found it.” I jerked my head toward the little stand. “Other there.”
He let out another growling hiss that made my heart shudder and skip a beat before pounding into the full-blown gallop of a panic attack. “It smells like him.”
“Him? Who?”
“Him.” He seized the front of the T-shirt in both hands and tore the cotton like it was tissue paper. “The male who lived here before. I don’t like his scent on my mate.”
My mind jittered frantically. “M… m… mate? Who lived here before?”
Lowering his head, he sniffed at my chest, bumping me insistently with his head until I fell back on my elbows. He rubbed his face over my breasts. My stomach. Back and forth, both sides of his head. It was odd but not overtly sexual. Sort of like a cat rubbing itself on your leg.
Of course. He was rubbing his scent onto my skin.
Up over my throat and back down the front of my body, leaving behind a glistening oil. His scent filled my nose. The strange, vaguely reptilian scent of the lizard-monster. The thing that had chased me and tossed me down in a hole. I vaguely remembered licking that weird oil off his face last night.
Heat scorched my cheeks, partly mortification that I’d been so turned on that I’d be willing to lick some weird sweat-oil sheen off a stranger’s face, but also desire—to do it again. My skin warmed everywhere he rubbed, as if the oil had some kind of magical heating property. The gentle abrasion of his face against my breasts made my nipples ache for his touch. His mouth. That wicked tongue.
“Not good enough.” Lifting his head, he flattened a platter-sized palm over my chest and pushed me down flat on my back. Straddling my legs, he leaned down over me, pumping his dick.
My eyes widened. I had a second to wonder how he was going to get inside me with my legs pressed together beneath him. But then the first drops of cum splashed on my stomach. My chest. Still rumbling that low, dangerous sound, he stroked his other palm over me, rubbing the semen in like it was lotion.
His scent filled me, a harsh, dangerous predator odor that was also arousing. I shivered with terror, filled with the urge to run. Curl up into a ball. Throw my hands over my head. But I ached at the same time. I’d come so easily before just thinking about him. Now I wanted to come, needed to come, but I couldn’t. My pussy throbbed, tight and hot and so damned empty.
“I’d roll you over and cover your back in scent too, but I guarantee if I see that sweet ass I’ll be inside you.”
