Page 11 of My Big Alien Bodyguard

“I’m sorry,” Simon Scowl says upon his return, which takes place around thirty minutes after Zayne and I have showered away our contract-shattering sex. We have agreed that Simon must never know what we have done. He’s not the sort of guy to overlook contractural breeches. He is not a relaxed, chill manager. He is a brutal beast happy to kill if he is sufficiently annoyed.

I should be more afraid, but the kind of endorphins flowing through my body right now do not allow for fear. Zayne makes me feel brave. I’ve slept with a lot of men in my life. I’ve never been the sort of woman to turn down an opportunity for a hot liaison. That’s made some people call me a slut over the years, but I consider myself a physical hedonist. I’ve never been in the position to give or receive long term commitment, so when hot opportunities presented themselves, I took them. I’ve never felt this way afterward, though. Zayne has left what might be an indelible mark on me. I feel him inside me, physically. I feel the ache he left in his wake. But I also feel a shift in feeling. There’sa softness in me that wasn’t there before. When I look at him or think about him, I feel a fluttering of excitement and not just between my thighs. This is new to me, and I’m not entirely sure what to do with it.

Upon Simon’s return, I take a quick step back behind Zayne, though I do notice that Simon Scowl is now wearing a tuxedo jacket, as if that might make him appear any more civilized.

“I lost my temper,” he says. “It was unacceptable, and I will try to ensure it does not happen again. Understand, Lyric, when you speak rudely to me, all I see is dinner begging to be eaten. I have given you the world. Nay, I have given you the universe, and all you need do is play along for three years. If you can do what we need you to do, and be what we need you to be, you will never need to work again in your entire existence. Do you understand what a gift has been laid at your feet? And how you trample it with ingratitude?”

“If I say no, will you try to kill me again?”

I hear Zayne groan, but fuck it. I refuse to be afraid of Simon Scowl. A thousand things could kill me at any moment. I am not going to bow down to this narcissistic lion alien.

Simon Scowl’s claws flex, then retract.

“I am going to hand over your physical day-to-day management to Zayne. He appears to be able to resist the urge to murder you, whereas I doubt I will be able to fight the desire for much longer. I will interface with Zayne, provide orders, and oversee the financial and managerial negotiations. You will focus on your performances and appearances. Deal?”

“Deal.” I shrug. Seeing less of a murderous beast while getting to bang my hot bodyguard is kind of the perfect arrangement, if you think about it.

“Good. It would be best if I did not have to come back to see you. And I will have to come back and see you if you renege on any one of your many hundreds of contractually obligated appearances and sponsored advertisements. You are here to work, Lyric Walker. You will work.”

“Agreed,” I say. I am compliant because I am internally aching and I am also pretty sure some of Zayne’s dragon alien seed is currently making its way down my inner thigh.

“Good. I’ll send over an amendment to the contract. I suggest you familiarize yourself with the entirety of the document. You seem surprised by many of the claws. I mean, clauses.”

With that, he leaves again. How absolutely perfect. I turn to Zayne, a huge grin on my face.

“How awesome is this?”

Zayne does not look as happy as I feel, which is unfortunate. I feel my heart sinking. I thought he’d be happy to find out he can be with me without the aggressive lion alien ripping him up, but apparently not.

“What’s wrong?”

“We are playing a dangerous game,” Zayne says. “If he discovers we are intimate, I will be fired.”

“If you get fired, I’ll walk. And then what? I don’t care what he says about me being replaceable. The tickets were sold to people who want to see me. I’m special.”

“You are.” He chuckles. “But you have to understand by now that your contract is about far more than just singing for audiences. You’re a product to be sold in every way. Perhaps even physically.”

“You mean he’s going to try to pimp me out?”

“It has happened with past starlets, though the term “pimp” was not used. You are here to be bought and sold in every way profitable for your contracted owner.”

I pause for a long moment. “I feel as though I should have read the contract, huh?”

“Would have been a good idea. Yes.”

I know I should be worried, afraid, stressed, panicked even, but I can’t get the goofy just-fucked grin off my face. I am absolutely ravaged, and it feels amazing. My pussy might never be the same, but that’s fine with me. I have no intention of doing anything I don’t want to do. I imagine Simon is used to more impressionable starlets who are obedient out of fear. I am here to take this opportunity for all it is worth, but I am not here to sell every inch of myself. Simon is going to find me more of a handful than he imagines.

Zayne

This is a bad idea, but it is a bad idea whose time has come, and there is no undoing what has already been done. Our mutual orgasm sealed this human as my mate. I have spilled my seed inside her bare, fertile sex, and I have marked her as my own. If we were on my home planet, I would carry her off to our roost-den to produce our offspring, living happily ever after among the ashen volcanic plains.

I can almost smell the sulphur when I imagine being home, bathing in the bubbling hot springs that melt all filth from the skin, roaming the wilds and consuming the bountiful fruits of the world from which I come. There is nowhere in all the universe that compares to my home world.

I am homesick almost constantly, though I would never admit that to anybody. It has been nine years since I journeyed home, and there is every chance I may never set foot on the scorched plains again. A long time ago I made a deal with a devil, and this is the first time I have deviated from my contract. The first time I have put my deal at risk, and it feels like perfect madness. It is selfish, and it is stupid, and I cannot stop myself, because I found home in a human.

She’s a very sensitive little thing. She keeps looking at me in concern, and I know she is worried that I do not want her. Let me dispel that illusion immediately.

I pick her up and hold her aloft so that we are eye to eye.

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