Page 8 of Alien Prince's Claim

I heard the water run in the bathroom and figured the female was washing herself.

And still, I could not get that other female scent out of my mind.

Who was she?

Where did she come from?

What was she doing here?

And can she be mine?

I was thinking about all the questions I should have been asking Gikha.

I was distracted.

It wouldn’t do.

I shut my eyes and shoved the mysterious female from my mind and focused entirely on the Wyak in my room.

The bathroom door opened and she stepped out, looking every bit like a newborn creature fearful of being out in the open.

Except for that one moment of confidence when she had taken my hand, she had been afraid ever since I had met her.

She wiped her hands on her negligee, dousing it with water and making it see-through.

She was slim with olive skin and a gorgeous figure.

Any male would give his left nut to be with her!

And yet, I hesitated.

I would need to be more proactive, I decided.

Take control of the situation.

Passion would soon follow.

“Shall we sit on the bed?” I said.

The female looked toward the large bed before slowly nodding her head. “Yes.”

I took her by the hand and led her toward it.

Cowed once more, she slid away from me when I placed my hand on her bare knee.

With how short the negligee was, it rose up to the top of her thighs and exposed the scent of her sex.

It hit me full in the nostrils and I breathed it in.

She was not yet moist, was not yet excited to be with me.

“I hope… I can perform my duty to the best of my ability,” I said.

Gikha nodded but didn’t look at me.

“What made you come to the Seeding Facility?” I asked in an attempt at conversation.

“I… I need to be seeded. My… my husband and I… We…”

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