Wexxon the Great Alien Warrior - Juno Wells Page 0,13

swamps or upside down like vampire bats. But when I spotted the large, plush mattress, complete with what looked like feathery pillows at the head of the bed, I nearly leapt away from Wexxon’s frame, my body soon landing on the soft-as-clouds mattress.

Fuck.

Maybe it really was made out of clouds. It was obvious that Xelxar was miles ahead of Earth when it came to technology, so for all I knew, they’d figured out a way to make it work.

Although, even as I admired the softness of the mattress, I knew what Wexxon was going to be expecting of me. A good night’s rest was going to come at the price of my body, and I briefly wondered if it was going to be short and painful or long and torturous.

“Are you a virgin?” Wexxon asked, his voice low. He was standing beside the bed, pulling off the cloth that’d been wrapped around his waist, its color nearly identical to his skin.

Is it camouflage?

I would’ve sworn that the cloth had been his skin all along, that all of him was just muscles and scars. But it was obvious that I’d been wrong in my assessment, now realizing just how woefully incorrect I’d been as I spotted Wexxon’s huge cock hanging between his thighs.

“I’m not a virgin,” I murmured as I shook my head, my eyes still lingering on Wexxon’s shaft.

“When was the last time you took a mate?”

“Six months ago,” I admitted.

“How many times did he mate you?”

“We didn’t really…it was only a few times before we broke up,” I answered. “I’ve never had…I’m not really a sex kind of girl.”

“And just what do you mean by that?” Wexxon smirked as he moved closer to the bed. “Are you saying that you do not enjoy it?”

“No,” I replied. “I enjoy it, usually, when I can actually get to that point with someone. I’m just…too self-conscious for it. It’s…sometimes hard for me to believe that someone else wants me that way.”

“Hmm.” Wexxon brought a hand down toward the underside of my jaw, forcing me to look up at him by placing his finger underneath my chin. “You, Rachel Waters, are the most beautiful creature that I’ve ever seen. Any male would have to be an idiot to not want you.”

“Wexxon…” I murmured his name as an unmistakable shudder of desire moved through my system.

What the fuck?

Was I seriously on the verge of getting wet for an alien? I tried to keep myself in check, reminding myself that I’d been forced into a marriage and was technically his prisoner more than anything else. But when I looked back over into Wexxon’s eyes, another shudder moved right through me, a familiar wetness forming between my legs.

Fuck.

I’m seriously fucked up, aren’t I?

Wexxon eyed me up and down for a moment before he brought his free hand down between my thighs, his fingers not wasting any time exploring my pink folds. And I whimpered as he gently dragged his fingertips all across my labia, rubbing the exterior parts as he quietly hemmed and hawed.

But when those same fingertips found my clit, gently roaming across the sensitive nub, a small moan escaped from my lips.

“Ah.” Wexxon grinned back at me. “There it is. I was starting to wonder if any part of you was truly as sensitive as a Xelxar female’s.”

Before I had a chance to respond, Wexxon was softly rolling my clit between his fingertips, his eyes locked on mine, and he continued with the motion. And I was whimpering and moaning against him, my hands resting on his chest as his fingers played with me, my pussy only getting wetter and wetter for him.

“Wexxon…Wexxon…” It was so strange hearing myself moan his name, but at the same time, nothing felt more natural in the world. I was more comfortable with him than I’d ever been with any guy back on Earth, feeling less judged and more connected, like all Wexxon wanted to focus on was my pleasure.

“If I taste you, Rachel…” Wexxon started the question, his fingers still expertly playing with my clit. “Will tasting you melt my face? Are the same chemicals you sprayed Radpor with…are they inside you?”

Yes.

Yes, if you put your mouth on me, you’re going to melt.

Yes, if you try to fuck me, it’s going to kill you.

I wanted to lie. I knew that I should’ve lied, should’ve made it so Wexxon would’ve never tried to touch me again.

But instead, I moaned out the truth. “No. It’s not the same. You