by Laney Kaye
My chest heaving, I gazed down at her, my beautiful Stella of the Stars, on her knees before me as though I deserved the adulation that should be hers.
The hells with my royal obligations.
I could never let this woman — this human — go.
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Knocked up by the Alien Hottie:
A flirty, dirty, shorty romcom
The Warriors of Crasasi: Episode Two
Tennn (yes, that is his real name, and he is all that—plus about two inches more). Anyway, Tennn abducted me—no, wait, rewind. Can I call it abduction, when I was basically screaming ‘take me’?
Anyway, Tennn had a job to do: deliver me to the flesh-traders at Daorheris. But now he’s had a taste of me, and I’ve had rather more than a handful of him, he seems happy to delay that eventuality.
Aided by his comrades, who are eager to serve their commander and king-to-be, we’ve come up with a new plan. And, if it happens to be one that allows my man-starved—and still earth-bound—sister, Aurora, to experience the star-spinning talents of a Crasasi warrior, hey, I can be generous.
But who should I choose to pair her with? Xander, who harbors a deep love of reading? Or Yanno, with his alpha domination tendencies?
Of course, my sister is a librarian…
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Read on for a little taste….
KNOCKED UP BY THE ALIEN HOTTIE
Chapter One
Stella
It was kind of awkward dragging my uniform coveralls back on. Though the fabric was super smooth and soft, like the finest bamboo fiber, the, ah, lubrication resulting from Tennn and my little interlude was definitely not enough to make pulling on clothes any easier.
No, that was wrong. There was certainly enough lube; it just wasn’t of the right viscosity. In fact, struggling into the pale pink garment Tennn handed me was like trying to clamber into a wet swimsuit. One that was several sizes too small. Not that there’d ever been any other kind of swimsuit in the history of woman, according to my experience. But you’d have thought alien tech would have the issue covered.
Never mind the tech; my alien lover wasn’t really helping, either, though he did act like having his hand parked on my butt beneath my clothing should be of huge assistance.
It was about as much help as the agile tip of his tail toying with my nipple while I struggled with the unfamiliar fasteners that ran up the front of the suit.
Eventually, I snorted in exasperation, half-slapping at Tennn’s tail. “I thought you wanted me to get dressed?”
He grinned, doing the double wink thing that turned me on faster than a flick mixer. Made me about as wet, too. Not that a wink in itself was sexy; human men had finally cottoned on to that fact a few decades ago. But an alien wink, where one set of almost-transparent eyelids closed horizontally before the second set of ‘normal’ lids flickered down? Beam me up, Scotty. Or tie me down and have your way with me.
Tennn’s fingers followed the path seared by his tail, the slightly roughened pads tickling my nipple. “I only want you clothed so we can more discreetly cross the ship to my quarters. If Yanno and Xander see you like this,” his fingers ran down between my boobs and over my belly, before sliding between my slippery folds “I will be forced to take up a sword once more to keep you for myself.”
“Oh, I’ve seen your sword,” I gurgled. I still couldn’t believe my luck. Back on Earth, we were starved for men. A huge population imbalance—which Tennn had informed me was due to a galaxy-wide viral infection—meant that women vastly outnumbered men, and sex had become a distant memory for many of us. But I’d somehow managed to persuade this alien warrior to abduct me…although there was probably an oxymoron in there somewhere. And now, out here, in the deep, dark reaches of space, my alien lover had spun me to the stars. Twice, in fact.
Of course, he was on his way to trade me at the flesh markets but, hey, a girl had to take what she could get, right? I’d squeeze in as many more star spins as I could before that happened.
I leaned in close to the tall, impossibly handsome alien—though, let’s face it. Sex-starved as I was, providing he didn’t have two heads and six hands, I was going to consider doing him. Come to think of it, six hands could have their uses…however, the fact that Tennn looked hotter than a Hemsworth sure didn’t reduce his attractiveness.
With my index finger, I traced the tattoos that illuminated blue, pink, and purple tracks and paths beneath his pale skin. It was impossible to focus on the pattern as each tiny star seemed to shift or wink out of sight if I looked closely, much like they did in the night sky. But the piercings through his dark nipples—Kalex, he had called the jewelry—remained solidly intriguing. Each fine hoop appeared to be made of polished rock, one a thin black band spangled with glitter; the other clear, shining with an almost-blue inner luminosity.
I ran a finger around the aquamarine hoop and then tugged gently.
Tennn’s nipple hardened and his dick stirred against my stomach.
Well, it was more like a jab with a steel pole, than a stir.
“Are you kidding me?” I raised my eyebrows.
“Kidding?”
“Pulling my leg.”
Poor Tennn looked more confused than ever and even glanced at my legs as if to check whether he’d inadvertently yanked on them.
“I mean, are you joking?” I clarified.
“About what, my Stella?” he murmured as he leaned into me, both hands smoothing the wild tendrils of hair from my face.
“I mean, with this?” I flapped a hand toward his sizable male parts.
“You think my yakeet is a joke?” He sounded more than a little hurt.
“No, no,” I gabbled. “That sausage is definitely no laughing matter! What I mean is, I know for a fact that you, uh, just…you know,” I patted at my face, suddenly over-heated despite the arctic air-conditioning in the craft. “So, how can you be hard again?”
“I only unloaded a single storage unit.”
My turn to frown uncomprehendingly.
Tennn took my hand, shifting it to cup his balls. Well, one of them, to be precise. It wasn’t like I could have held two in one hand. I briefly wondered where he put them when he sat.
He closed my fingers tighter on his silky skin. These aliens, or at least this alien, had another vital difference from human men; no pubes. Unless he’d had far better luck with the wax kit than I had?
No matter the method, the end result was indisputably nice in my palm.
“There is more here for you,” Tennn said as I reflexively squeezed and weighed my pound of alien flesh.
“Okay!” My reply probably came out far too eager, but I’d always been a little greedy and totally advocated surrendering to desire. However, up until now, said desires had centered largely on Tim Tams, Vegemite on hot buttery toast, and dessert wines. But was this guy seriously saying he was good for more than one rodeo? Because truth to tell, though he’d totally gotten me off with his mouth and his tail, and I’d gotten a kick out of reciprocating in what was apparently, to him, a very unfamiliar manner, I wanted more.
“But not right now,” Tennn said, wrapping his long fingers around my wrist. Really long fingers, I suddenly noticed. I could imagine how they’d feel…
“No?” I squeaked. “Are you sure? Why not?”
A grin flashed across his face, and I noticed only one side of his mouth lifted with it, a faint white scar holding the other side in place. “Because, as the captain of Her Majesty’s craft, I am rather expected to be present on the flight deck for at least some of our transit hours.”
“How long did you say the trip will take?” If the universal translator Tennn wore around his wrist was worth its salt, it would convert that to ‘how many orgasms is this trip?’ Because Tennn had definitely p
romised me more, and dammit, where was my phone? I should have recorded his statement as evidence, so he couldn’t renege. If we had only hours together, I needed to get what I could because nothing—on Earth or anywhere in the galaxies presumably spread around us—could match what this gigantic, sexy alien was offering.
Tennn frowned, his shoulder muscles rippling as he extended a sinewy arm toward the immense window which looked out onto…space.
I should be a lot more impressed by the once-in-a-lifetime view out there, but hey…once-in-a-lifetime naked alien dude standing right in front of me.
Except, maybe his frown meant it was time I should let go of his balls.
Ball.
I released my hold reluctantly. I mean, what a waste; the guy’s dick was nudging up against my ribs—which, extra kudos to him, I hadn’t been able to locate since I was a teen—but he was stiff as an iron bar and streaking me with warm trails of precum. Which, I realized as I glanced down, glittered and sparkled like diamantes in a jeweler’s Christmas window display.
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Read more of Knocked Up by the Alien Hottie
Check out my other titles (in order of heat levels….because I know what you like!)
FLIRTY, DIRTY, SHORTY ALIEN ROMCOM SERIES
Abducted by the Alien Hottie
Knocked up by the Alien Hottie
Adored by the Alien Hottie
THE LURE OF THE MER SERIES
Hook
Line
Amazon
The Wild Rose Press
THE SPIRIT OF OHANA CRUISE SHIP SERIES
Hawaiian Hurricane
Hawaiian Taboo
CAT SHIFTERS OF AAIDAR SERIES
Escape
Engage
Ensnare
Endings
FRACTURED FAIRYTALES & MANGLED MYTHS:
ALIEN ABDUCTION SERIES
Beast's Beauty
Minotaur's Mate
BENT, NOT BROKEN SERIES
Malicious Desire
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