Mama and the Alien Warrior (Treasured By The Alien #1) - Honey Phillips Page 0,26

to give birth in the next week or so.”

His face actually paled. “I will inform Mekoi at once. We will make whatever preparations we can.” He moved over to his desk and sent a quick message before turning back to her. “There is something else.”

“Yes?”

“Your people—they are accepting of outsiders?”

“That’s an odd question.” She frowned at him. “I suppose some are, and some aren’t. Why?”

He stared at his hands, but he finally raised his head and looked at her, black eyes full of sorrow. “Tiana.”

For a moment, she was puzzled, but then his meaning became clear and her hands started to shake. Of course. As much as she loved the little girl, she was an alien. How could she take her to a place where she would be treated as a curiosity, perhaps even as a lab experiment? A vision of E.T. dying in his bubble popped into her head and tears started to roll down her cheeks. Hrebec cursed, then he was next to her on the couch, lifting her onto his lap and letting her cry against his big warm chest, his tail curling around her waist as she gave in to her misery.

A very long time later, her tears finally eased and she scrubbed at her face with her sleeve. She felt limp with exhaustion and sorrow but she looked up at him. “What will become of her?”

“I thought, perhaps…” He hesitated for a long moment, staring across the room at his desk before his voice firmed. “I thought, perhaps, that I could adopt her.”

“You?”

“Yes. Unless you object?”

Her first instinct was to give a bitter reply, but gazing at that strong, stiff face, she couldn’t do it. “No, I don’t object. You would make a wonderful father.”

“You truly think so?”

She remembered how sweet and protective he already was, with both the baby and with Lucie, and nodded. “I do think so. And thank you for asking my opinion. If I can’t be with her, then I would rather she was with you than with any—”

His head descended before she finished speaking, and he kissed her with a passionate intensity that had her responding instinctively, her hands curling into his shirt, wanting him closer. Her breasts rubbed against the wonderful texture of his chest and she was suddenly a needy, throbbing mess. His cock was a rigid bar under her butt and her mind flashed back to the previous night.

She slid off of his lap. His hands resisted for a second, his tail a fraction longer, and then he left her go. Instead of moving away, she went to her knees in front of him. His eyes widened as her hands moved to his pants. With shaking fingers, she began to unfasten them.

“Abigail, what are you doing?”

“Remembering last night.” She wrestled with the pants and they suddenly parted. She had a brief glimpse of a very large, very erect, very green cock before his hand came down to cover it.

“I don’t understand. Are you prepared to take my seed?”

Yes. No. She suppressed the flash of heat that scorched through her at the vision of that huge cock filling her. For right now, she only wanted to bring him pleasure and lose herself in giving him fulfillment.

“I want to taste you,” she whispered, as she tugged at his hand.

“That is a forbidden—oh, Granthar.”

Since he wouldn’t move his hand, she slipped her tongue between his fingers and took a quick lick of hot, delicious—nubbed?—flesh. His resistance weakened as soon as he felt her tongue and she pried the rest of his fingers away to reveal his cock in all its glory. It was enormous, covered with the same raised nubs that covered his skin. The basic shape was similar to a human penis, but it had a wider, flatter head, and the shaft had a thicker section beneath the head and another, even thicker, at the base. Her fingers didn’t quite meet around it but she grasped as much as she could and gave him a long, slow tug.

His whole body tensed, his hand grasping the arm of the couch so tightly she heard something crack. His tail twined around her upper body, reaching for her breasts. She let go of him long enough to tug off her sweater impatiently while she used her tongue to explore, the bumpy surface adding to her desire. As soon as the cardigan was out of the way, his tail immediately went to her breasts, dipping inside her tank to tug and squeeze her