again. His lips are still moving around those alien words, oblivious to what just happened…and I wonder… Were those his thoughts?
That’s crazy, right? How the hell could I hear his thoughts?
But his voice was the same inside my head, and it felt…well, like him. It was Sev, I know it in my soul, but only I seemed to have heard him…how is that possible?
I can’t explain it, but one thing is for sure—a warmth is spreading through me from his praise and words, from his soft touch and gentle tending of me. His actions make me remember something, something I thought impossible here on Oxious. Love. Friendship. Caring.
This is how it should have been, that warm, excited, tingling feeling. Every touch and stolen word that makes your heart soar just like mine is. My body trembles with fear, the good kind, when you want something so badly.
This is how my life was supposed to go with the aliens who claimed me…
So what does this mean?
After the moment with Sev earlier, I needed some space, so when he went back to cooking, Kitty and I slipped to the entrance of the cave. It’s raining, so I don’t go outside, the pounding of the drops loud against the stone and obscuring my vision a little. The sky is dull, and the trees are dripping from the deluge.
It’s relaxing though, and the scent of fresh rain is the same as on Earth. It’s one of my favourite smells. Leaning against the wall, I reach down and stroke Kitty as I scan my eyes over the trees and surrounding forest, the terrain so alien yet familiar now—
Holy fuck.
My train of thought derails when my eyes land on Dev. My breath catches, my heart slams in my chest, and my body shivers as I stare, unprepared for what I saw.
Dev.
Shirtless.
Chopping down a fucking tree like some kind of sexy alien lumberjack porn film.
The rain races down his chiselled, muscular green body, and his hair is tied back and wet against his head. He drops the weapon he’s using and lifts his arm, wiping at his forehead and eyes as his muscles bunch from the exertion. I should look away before he catches me, but I can’t stop staring.
He’s beautiful, which is a strange word to use for an alien male, but he truly is. Like the statues of gods I read about in Greek mythology books when I was younger. True power courses through him. His body is a weapon, all muscle and hard edges. Even the alien characteristics—the colour and the spikes—only seem to enhance his beauty, and for the first time in, well, forever, I feel something.
Arousal.
It flows through me, heating my belly as I swallow and run my eyes down his chest. I clench my thighs together automatically as my pussy pulses like a heartbeat. When my gaze trails across his pecs and back and over his shoulders, a noise catches my attention. Drawing my eyes back up, I stare right into his, those dark orbs locked on mine through the rain. His body turns my way as he catches me staring.
I freeze under the dark look he aims at me. I expect him to turn away in disgust or anger, but he doesn’t. He’s caught just like me. His chest heaves, breathing heavily like I am. His eyes darken further, and I spot his tongue darting out and tracing across his lips as he watches me. When it curls around one of his fangs, a faint whimper leaves my throat. He must hear it, because he steps forward before freezing again. His hands ball into fists at his sides. His body vibrates with something, I just wish I knew what.
Just like before with Sev, his thoughts hit me. But these ones aren’t gentle or caring, no, his need slams into my brain. One so strong, my breath hitches as his dark thoughts fill my head. Images of me being slammed into the cave wall as he pounds into me from behind, his hands exploring me as he rips away the fur coverings made by his brother.
Baring me to him, having me at his mercy.
I gasp loudly, and the visions are gone, and I’m once again alone in my head. Need pounds through me, arcing between us. The feeling is so strong, it transcends language and cultural barriers. A sensation as ancient as our worlds—pure fucking lust.
But as suddenly as it comes, the arousal morphs, changing to heart-stopping fear at the dark