Page 60 of Whisked Away By the Alien

I giggle.

“You think I’m joking?” Silver eyes flash in the dim light from the camping lantern I snatched from my office earlier.

“You make me feel like I’m the prettiest woman alive, but a playground, Sten? That’s a bit extreme.”

He licks one breast. Then the other. Then continues down until he’s at my pussy and guiding my legs onto his shoulders. He doesn’t move slowly this time. No, he practically eats me, that wicked tongue of his circling my clit before he sucks on me all while three thick fingers fill me. My body hasn’t calmed from the last orgasm and suddenly he rips another from me, sending my ass high off the floor.

“A playground,” he says as if it’s a fact with no room to debate the point.

Lesson learned. Never challenge a warrior unless you’re prepared for the onslaught. I’ll have to remember that and think of additional challenges.

His horns bend back slightly. “You are grinning.”

“Most definitely.”

A proud expression settles on his face as he lies down beside me and draws me against his side. He’s deliciously warm. I almost suggest he forgo the blankets he pulls over us. I found heaven in the arms of an alien in a cold warehouse. That smile stays on my face, even as I drift off to sleep in his arms.

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I don’t knowwhat wakes me or how long I’ve slept, but Sten’s gone. Pulling my sweater on doesn’t do much to combat the wicked cold. We should go up to my office. It will be slightly warmer up there, but not a lot. Especially with my damn space heater broken.

Sten turns the corner and walks down the aisle toward me. His left arm where he got shot close to the shoulder doesn’t seem to be bothering him. Over that shoulder, he’s carrying a queen size blanket filled with supplies. He looks like a big blue Santa Claus, which is fitting considering it’s Christmas Eve.

“I was wondering where you went.”

“Hunting.” He dumps his treasure trove at my feet. “The blizzard will keep us trapped here for a while.”

I sift through the supplies. “Four down winter sleeping bags and a tent. That’s perfect! I totally forgot we received a shipment of military supplies. I should grab the full inventory list from my office to see what else we can use.” I jump to my feet.

“Sit. We have everything we need here, and it’s past sundown.”

“So?”

“You need to light the candles. And say the prayers.”

“I don’t think that’s critical considering a bunch of men tried to kill us and now we’re snowed in.”

“That’s exactly why you must continue your ritual. To let the lessons of the past guide you in the present and future.”

I love that. Remembering those little but important parts of my upbringing can be hard, but Sten sees the big picture.

“We don’t have a menorah or candles,” I add, again getting bogged down by details.

He unwraps a box. There’s no way he found a menorah in the warehouse, since Mr. Jenkins doesn’t deal in religious items, so I’m curious what Sten has in that box.

“A menorah, sholani. For you.” I’m shocked. He didn’t find a menorah… Hemadeone.

He pulls out a mirrored base with nine bottle caps glued to it, each one lined up. No, make that ten bottle caps since he’s given the shamash an extra bottle cap to ensure it’s higher than the others. Immediately, I recognize the mirror from the bathroom in my office. In place of candles or oil, he used seven tiny pieces of wood that will definitely light!

“Where did you get the kindling?”

“I broke down one of the pallets.”

Genius! I jump up and throw my arms around him. Sure, I’m giddy and over-the-moon excited, but it’s not because I have a menorah with which to celebrate Hannukah. Sten cared enough to fashion one for me. He understands the importance of traditions and holidays.

“Thank you, Sten! This means everything to me!”

“You mean everything to me, sholani.” He presses a box of matches into my palm. “Light the candles and say the blessings.”

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