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“Be still. It’s your lock. It will let go from my womb in a few minutes.” My tone may have been a little firmer than necessary.
His eyes narrowed to slits. “I don’t have a lock.”
“Erm, I beg to differ.” I gazed into his pale green eyes. Only to find confusion, the desire of moments before long gone.
“Womb?” Geo’s pinched brows furrowed further.
Oh, boy. What planet is he from, anyway?
I sucked in a breath. That was it. Only Lornian alphas had serviced me before, and Geo was from Earth. The flutterers and the buzzers were clearly a little different on his planet.
Geo fell flat on his ass as the lock broke. His soft belly rose and fell rapidly. He looked bewildered and muttered something about condoms that didn’t quite translate.
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My alarm binged, alertingme it was time to wake up. The dim cavern light illuminated the lavender in Makir’s eyes. His lean body was spread, enticingly naked, on top of the few articles of clothing he’d bunched into a makeshift bed around him, like a strange bird’s nest. He would not have been out of place in a harem with slaves to fan him and feed him grapes. His posture, his enticing fragrance, the crook of his smile all screamed ‘serve me, and you’ll be rewarded with endless pleasure.’
I’d be first inline.
His gaze on me forced my cramped muscles to flex, stretching my skin taut. The tether hung lax and languid between us, heavy but content with our forced proximity.
My mind was like mud, so muddled I couldn’t recite the alphabet, let alone make the smart choice to return to Yurstille yesterday with JayJay and everyone else. Compelled to protect and provide for him, I wouldn’t be leaving this cave any time soon with Makir in the state he was.
Sex with Makir was the best and strangest of my life. The scents of ginger, juniper and…sex overpowered the cave’s sulfur smell. My cock stood at attention as if performing tricks for Makir’s steady gaze. Dizzy with lust, I jammed the heel of my hand into my erection for relief.
As I sat, transfixed by his swaying tail, I contemplated the wack changes to my body. Something serious was wrong with my penis. Yesterday, it had not been fatter than a beer can. Also, my cock did not have a lock. I was one hundred percent certain that if my dick had a lock, I would know about it. I tore my gaze away from Makir and glanced at it. Still short but alarmingly fat, I pinched what appeared to be an extra band of muscle at the base between my thumb and forefinger. “What the ever-loving fuck.”
Makir’s devouring gaze followed my hand, where I prodded at my new endowment. “Problem? You need me to hold that for you?”
Nope, nada, I’m good. This was happening a little too fast and a lot too strange. Sweat broke out along my hairline, and I reached for my overalls, twisted up with Makir’s jumpsuit beneath him. I really needed to revisit the medic.
Doctor, I appear to have an allergy that fattened up my penis, grew every muscle of my body and triggered an obsessive attraction to Makir. Oh, and I have a dick lock too.
At least the conversation wouldn’t be with Ginger. The corner of my mouth twitched.
“What’s got you smiling?” Makir purred, and when his tail swayed, it drew my attention to the smooth blue muscles of the stomach he fanned. His eyes nolonger switched to silver but remained the lavender I adored. He tucked his long erection back into its protective pouch. It didn’t hide the fact that he was stiff. Then he pinched my side, his eyes twinkling with mischief.
Great, how long have I been standing here staring like a lovesick fool?
“Aren’t you male?” I barked, my voice uncharacteristically deep, and I winced. I wished I’d paid more attention to the interspecies relationship module in my Intergalactic Federation orientation, because I was freaking out. My toe tapped as if I were jacked up on caffeine. In my wildest dreams, I’d never imagined Makir would desire me this way, but the waxy coating, the tine, the womb… It was a lot to process. “Are you related to a kangaroo?” My stomach churned and turned into a queasy mess.
He has a pocket for his dick, for fuck’s sake.
Makir’s pretty eyes turned to slits, and his tail lashed his leg. “Was I not male enough for you a moment ago? Is it Jesus you want instead, or Christ?”
“Huh?” I tilted my head.
“The names you shouted while you used me?” Makir shoved a leg into his jumpsuit and reached for one of the water containers JayJay had dropped off. JayJay and I were long overdue for a chat.
“Used you?” I growled and tried to put my T-shirt on. It wouldn’t even fit over my shoulders.
Did he mean I used him because I didn’t wear a condom?
“I should’ve used a condom, you’re right, but I’m negative I’ve only had one partner before this.” Fuck, I hadn’t meant to divulge that much information. Now he would believe I was some insecure little boy. Damn it, and he would be right—except for the little part. I cupped the heavier weight between my legs.
The cave’s humidity agitated my skin, and Makir’s alluring scent consumed me from the outside in. I needed space, or I wouldn’t be able to control myself. Again.
I threw my useless shirt to the ground before storming off. “Going to explore the cave.”
