The Alien's Reward: A SciFi Alien Romance by Ella Maven

Author:Ella Maven [Maven, Ella]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2023-11-02T16:00:00+00:00

Bazel

I had no appetite. I felt my strength flagging, but food made me ill. I didn’t do much but lay on the cave floor, covered in pelts, staring at the opposite wall.

Trapt tried to get me to eat. He tried to get me to talk. He tried a lot of things, but I had gone numb. Maybe I was mourning the loss of a friendship that had never been as real as I thought it had been. But yet I still wanted him. As he moved about the cave and caught guppas to eat in the freshas below, I found myself watching him—the way his muscles shifted as he walked, the fall of his hair, the dexterity of his fingers.

When he ate, I found myself fixating on his tongue. I felt the echo of that way he’d used it between my legs, and sometimes I’d feel a small bloom of arousal at the memory, but I’d quickly snuff it out by remembering his words to me. And that was enough to stop it before he could smell it.

I knew he’d spent his release on the floor. I had smelled it. And I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I’d seen the hard spike of his cock between his legs, and sometimes my lower stomach would clench at the thought of him driving it into me.

But he’d been very clear he would not. He’d brought me to a climax to kill the arousal blooming between us. I’d been so sure all of that meant we were mates. Maybe even cora-eternals like my parents. But maybe it had just been… a male and a female taking care of our bodies.

Of course Trapt had said he’d die for me, that I meant more to him than anything. She is All, right? His was born and bred to feel that way. But I wasn’t special. I wasn’t Bazel to him, like I thought I was. I was a female, and a special one at that, a female who was to be saved for a warrior who proved that he deserved to have chits.

The thought of any other warrior touching me made my gut churn. I was around warriors all the time, and they treated me well. But I’d never, in all my life, felt the way about one of them in the way I felt about Trapt. Was it possible? Did I just need more time? Had I just not found the right one?

I wallowed for half a rotation before I pulled myself out of it. There were larger issues at play here. The Joktals had begun their aggression. The Drixonians would know we were missing by now. At least, I hoped. I still couldn’t figure out why Nero’s eyes hadn’t spotted the Joktals.

So I pulled myself up and forced myself to eat something. Trapt watched me quietly, which only irritated me. I wasn’t sure what I expected. For him to speak up? I knew Drixonians. Half of me was one. He believed what he was doing was the right thing, and he’d stick to it stubbornly.

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