A Son for the Alien Warrior (Treasured by the Alien Book 2) by Honey Phillips & Bex McLynn

Author:Honey Phillips & Bex McLynn [Phillips, Honey]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Honey Phillips
Published: 2019-12-14T16:00:00+00:00

Cestov lay in their bed, his eyes fixed impatiently on the door to the sanitary facility. The Wanderer was on her way to Granica and he found no small amount of satisfaction in having Mariah onboard with him. They had lifted off shortly before dusk and Plovac had managed to get them out of the system and on their way in time to join them for the evening session of music. When Mariah used his gift, plucking out a few notes on the dobron to accompany her song, he had been filled with satisfaction, delighted that he had found something to please her.

He hadn’t pressed her to sing, concerned that she might prefer not to perform under the circumstances, but she had only smiled.

“Singing always makes me feel better.”

“You are still concerned?”

“Concerned? Yes. It’s not like I’ve ever done this before, even aside from the whole ‘I’m in outer space with a huge, hunky alien’ thing.”

“My miri—”

She had pressed a finger to his lips. “I said concerned, not unhappy. This isn’t perhaps what I bargained for, but if it had to happen, I’m happy that it was with you.”

Words of love had rushed to his mouth, but he forced himself to remain silent. So many things were still unknown, and he did not want her to think that his protestations were simply in response to the child. The possible child, he reminded himself. They did not yet know if she bore his fruit.

His troubled thoughts were arrested by the sound of the door opening. She stood there, the translucent fabric of the nightgown rendered almost sheer with the light of the room behind her. It was everything he had hoped for when he had seen the garment behind the counter when he bought her other clothes. It had cost more than all of the rest of them put together, but he did not begrudge a single credit as she floated across the room to him with her graceful dancing steps. The fabric was so thin he could see every detail of her body, just slightly veiled in shimmering pink.

“I am speechless, my miri,” he growled. Precum pearled on the tip of his cock and he grasped the wide base to stop himself from coming just at the sight of her.

“I assume that means you like it?” She twirled, the fabric floating out around her in a pink cloud.

“Yes.” Words escaped him. He was reduced to a growing animal, only one thought on his mind—to bury himself in her sweet cunt as soon as possible. Thank Granthar that Whovian had handed him a small vial after the evening festivities and assured him that the formula would be effective immediately. “Come here.”

“Right here?”

She settled down next to him a cloud of perfumed pink, but she was too far away. He dragged her closer, bending her back across his arm so that he could plunder her delicious mouth until she arched against him. He cupped her breasts, tugging eagerly at the taut peaks, while his tail tried to delve between her legs.

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