Alien Prince's Mate: An Auxem Novel

by Lisa Lace

  Michelle grabbed the back of my head, pulling me towards her in a deep, close-mouthed kiss. “Come with me.”

  Michelle fastened her fingers around my wrist and led me into the back alley of the lounge. We entered an abandoned shop across the way through an unlocked door. The dark space smelled like paint, dust, wood, and neglect. When Michelle closed the door, the only light remaining came from strips of light streaming in through the boarded-up windows. I could see nothing but the shadowy form of her curved figure, but the urgent feeling of her fingers against my neck was enough to make me hard.

  She pushed me up against a long, empty table, her lips finding me in the dark. I pushed my tongue into her mouth, feeling the winding sides of her body with my fingers. The faint sweetness of her wine lingered on my tongue.

  I sucked lightly on the tip of it, smiling at the feel of her trembling chin. Moving one hand behind the nape of her neck, I grazed my fingers against her smooth flesh and started pulling down the zipper on the side of her dress.

  “Whatever you do, don’t hold anything back,” Michelle whispered breathlessly, her hot breath brushing past my ear. “I just want to feel good tonight.” Michelle’s dress fell, gathering around her navel. The street light coming in through the barricaded windows shone directly on her round, wide breasts, leaving the rest of her face engulfed in the shadows. I leered at her plump, rose-pink nipples. Pulling her toward me, I massaged the growing tips with my thumbs.

  Michelle stumbled out of her gown and kicked it aside. She pressed herself up against me, rubbing me up and down so hard that I started to chafe against my zipper. I swooped my hand between her legs and ran my middle finger up and down her slit. Her silk panties were already drenched, coating my fingers with her clear, sticky fluids. I took off my coat and lay it on the dusty table beside me, still pinching her clit through her panties.

  “Cas, what are you trying to do to me? You’ve already gotten me so wet...”

  I spun her around and shoved her up against the table. She gasped, her fingers curling around the edge. I loosened the first two buttons of my shirt, got down on my knees, and yanked off her panties.

  Hearing her guttural moans above me, I spread her quivering lips farther apart and dug my tongue deeper into her cunt. The more I breathed in the pungent odor of her heaving sex, the more it fueled my animalistic urges. I wanted nothing more than to rip her pussy apart. Her fluids covered my nose and chin, but I began to lick with vigor, abusing the button above her folds. Michelle held onto the back of my head with both hands, squirming against me.

  As I peered up at her, I could see the shape of her bouncing breasts and the fleeting flashes of her face. Her eyes were screwed tightly shut, and her lips stretched out in a circle. I loved seeing this beautiful, intelligent woman reduced to emitting moans of aching pleasure. A simple swirl of my tongue could control the pitch of her panting.

  Finally, I slowed down, moving my lips around her clit. As I flicked my tongue up and down her button, I had to hold the back of her thighs together to keep her in place. I squeezed my little finger into her slit, testing to see if she was ready. When half my finger surfaced with a glisten, I reached up and slipped my finger into her mouth. She locked her lips around my finger instantly, tasting herself.

  With my finger still in her mouth, I lay her down on my coat. She released my finger and reached for her breasts, which were slightly tipping to the side in her reclined position. Moving her left leg over my shoulder, I snuck in a squeeze of her breast as I slid myself into her.

  I groaned, the muscles in my legs softening at the feel of her warm, slippery pussy clenching around my length. She interlaced her slender fingers through the gaps of my hand, holding on desperately as I thrust myself in and out of her. My cock felt like it was bloating from my load, but I tried to think of something else and fucked her harder. I manipulated the tender bead of her clit. My only priority was making her come all over my cock.

  Chapter Eleven

  MICHELLE

  It was incredible how attentive a vigorous and powerful alien could be, even when they were over six feet tall. I could still feel Cas’ lips and the roughness of his beard against my back as he flipped me over on the table, taking me from behind. His thick alien cock felt foreign stuffed deep inside of me, but at the same time, it felt like he belonged.

  My thighs were already sticky with the syrup leaking out my cunt and dribbling down my legs, but I didn’t want him to stop. My eyes fell shut, losing myself in the music of his balls softly slapping against me. I reached around, fingers scratching at his firm, chiseled ass, begging for more...

  “Excuse me, ma’am? Your bill comes to four credits.”

  I shivered, the cracking pubescent voice interrupting my thoughts. The pimply-faced barista blinked at me behind thick square glasses. I looked around me, eyes bugging out in mortification at the growing line of disgruntled foot-tapping customers behind me.

  “Sorry, how much did you say it was?”

  “Four credits.”

  “Here you go.” I handed him a ten-credit chit in exchange for my coffee. “Keep the change.”

  Stepping out of the coffee shop, I dug around my purse as I made my way down the recently swept sidewalks. I found a flattened carton on the bottom of my bag, pulling out a creased cigarette and an old lighter that looked like a tube of lipstick. Pushing the cigarette into my lips, I lit up and took a long, soothing drag.

  My body broke out in small shudders as I breathed out, the wisp of smoke from my lips blending in with the afternoon breeze. I hadn’t had a cigarette for over six months, having quit my chain-smoking ways when Tate and I started dating. The carton sitting at the bottom of my purse was my secret stash, a box I purchased a little over two years ago. I broke my clean streak only when necessary.

  More lovey-dovey couples than usual populated the sidewalk. As I watched them with jaded eyes, I proceeded to burn my tongue with my blistering-hot coffee. I fanned the burning tip of my tongue, patiently accepting another slap from karma.

  I had been stubbing my toe on the sides of doors and running into things all day. Just before I entered the coffee shop, the sleeve of my pea coat snagged in the cab door. It was only because of frantic banging on the hood of the car that I avoided slamming into the asphalt.

  My head hung in shame. I knew my embarrassment was all in my head, but it felt like even the strangers around me knew what I had done and were judging me. I was disgusted with myself.

  The moment Cas started staring at me in the bar, I knew I should have left. It was a mistake to kiss him back, no matter how much I wanted to. There were no excuses for me. I was weak, and I screwed up in every way possible. Worst of all, he had stepped aside when I finally came to my senses and stopped everything. But instead of hailing a taxi to take my butt home like I was supposed to, I deliberately turned around and pounced on him.

  I had always taken pride that I never came close to stepping out on any of my relationships. When I saw the pain Mom suffered when Dad left her, I made a promise to myself that I would never be the cause of such devastating trauma. I could try telling myself that it was just a one-time thing and completely out of character for me, but at the end of the day, I still cheated. Blaming it on the three glasses of wine filling my empty stomach wasn’t an excuse. I could drink Tate and most of his friends under the table on a bad day. Last night, I was coherent and acutely aware of all of my actions.

  My guilt-ridden shoulders felt heavier from the constant flashbacks of my indiscretion. Part of me didn’t want to regret what happened. It was like our tangled bodies connected on a spiritual level. I throbbed and prickled in places I didn’t know existed before. I couldn’t remember feeling like that before.

  As I approached the front steps of the imposing black building in front of me, my legs filled with lead. I took a deep breath and walked up the steps slowly, only to come to an abrupt halt midway through my ascent. Glancing at the revolving doors, I wheeled around and stuck out a
leg, my foot dangling indecisively in midair.

  “It was your fault and no one else’s,” I hissed to myself under my breath. “Just do it, Michelle.”

  There was nowhere to run. If I didn’t want to turn out like Dad, I needed to confront Tate and face my problems. With a heavy heart, I took a deep breath and made my way up the stairs, through the building entrance, and into the elevators. When I got off on the forty-second floor, I nearly collided with Katie Miller, one of Tate’s secretaries.

  “Ms. Fletcher! What a pleasant surprise!” The younger woman hugged her clipboard to her chest, adjusting the polka-dotted bow on her head. “What brings you to the office today?”

  “Is Tate around? He hasn’t been answering his phone. I was in the neighborhood, and I wanted to pop in and see if he could come straight home after he gets out of his meeting. I want to talk to him about something.”

  Katie was gripping her clipboard so hard that her knuckles were losing color.

  “I’m sorry Ms. Fletcher, but Mr. Sheen isn’t here at the moment. You just missed him.”

  “He’s out?” I peeked around the fidgety woman, staring at the moving figure behind the frosted glass of Tate’s office. “Who’s in his office?”

  “Ms. Fletcher, you should go home. You can’t go in there.”

  I walked around the yapping girl and went straight to Tate’s office, twisting the doorknob. I saw Tate reclining at his desk. “Michelle! Shit. What are you doing here?”

  A woman’s head popped out from between Tate’s legs. Tate inhaled sharply, gawking at me from his leather office chair with a stupefied look on his face. Underneath him, the woman pushed her blonde highlights out of her face, avoiding my eyes as she wiped her lips and crawled out of the space under his desk.

  “Michelle, I promise you that it’s not what it looks like,” Tate pleaded, clumsily pulling up his pants from his ankles.

  Without a word, I turned around and marched back to the elevators, chin trembling and middle finger held high.

  Chapter Twelve

  CAS

  “That was an excellent meal.”

  Jethro pulled off the napkin around his neck and pushed back his chair with a satisfying grunt. Pink juices, bones, and smeared bits of garnish were the only things left on the four plates before him. I pushed back my chair, wiping my mouth with a napkin.

  “Mr. Sheen was right,” Jethro continued with a lazy grin. “Crocodile steak is excellent. I could get used to Earth food.”

  “Aye, it’s not bad at all.”

  Jethro leaned back in his seat. Pulling on his bottom lip, he stared at the singer sitting on the polished surface of the grand instrument behind me. As she sang a sizzling number, running her fingers along her chest suggestively, a man in a red tuxedo pounded on the black and white keys. The man closed his eyes, his head swaying to the soulful melody.

  “She has quite a voice. Last night, she took me to the kitchen and blew me behind the walk-in freezer. These Earth harlots are wilder than I could have ever imagined.” Jethro sucked his teeth, shaking his head. “She started humming while I was deep inside her mouth, the way she’s pulling those long notes now. I exploded right down her throat.”

  “Sounds like a decent night.” I hung my napkin over my armrest. “I meant to ask you something. The receptionist informed me you extended our stay for another two weeks. Did Nala notify you about Mercer’s call? He says the compressor has arrived. I’ve given the approval to pick it up tomorrow. If all goes well, the ship should be ready to lift into orbit in three days.”

  Admitting it out loud felt like a punch to my gut. I wasn’t ready to leave, but I couldn’t understand my confusing attachment to this planet, either.

  “Aye, I heard.” Jethro shrugged, swirling blocks of ice around in his glass. “Tell Nala and the team to execute the repairs at their leisure. We are in no rush to leave Earth.”

  “When we arrived here, you were obsessed with getting back home. What about the Doomstone?”

  “I see no need to return it immediately. I say we keep homeworld on their toes a little longer. Perhaps then my father will understand the gravity of this mission and realize what a dire mistake he made when he promised Tazmin the crown.”

  “Jethro, I have something to say to you as your friend.”

  “You missed out on quite a night with the humans at the Diamond Tower,” Jethro said, changing the subject. “Tate is an excellent fellow for a human. He has a good head on his shoulders. I never imagined I would ever say this about an Earthling, but I see a lot of myself in him. You must come and have a drink with us one of these days.”

  “Maybe. But brother, we have things to address.”

  “We can talk about it later.” Jethro got up from his seat, patting my shoulder twice as he walked past me. “The set just ended. I’m going to see if I can take her around back for a repeat of last night.”

  Jethro disappeared. I shook my head, sighing loudly. As I pulled back my chair and stood to leave, Indira crept up to our table.

  “Are you leaving so soon?” The Keeper wore a short, flowy white dress that was so sheer that she might as well have strolled into the dining room completely naked. She pushed me back down into my seat and dragged the prince’s chair to my side, plopping down next to me. Half her nipple peeked out from her loose neckline.

  “How goes it, Indira?” I reached over and adjusted her top for her.

  “I have been circling the hotel for over an hour now. I have splashed around in the pool, relaxed on the sun deck, gotten a nice massage in the spa. I think the humans call it shiatsu. And now, I have completely run out of things I want to do.” Indira dipped her finger into the bourbon sauce of my empty dessert plate and slipped her finger into her mouth, keeping her fluttery gaze on mine. “You wouldn’t mind entertaining me for a while, would you?”

  Indira covered her lap with the ends of the white tablecloth and took my hand, placing it firmly between her legs. She looked around at the other restaurant patrons with an impish twinkle in her eyes. Convinced that everyone in the room was looking elsewhere, she slid further down in her seat and lifted up her dress.

  I stared at the fuzzy strip of white-gold hair between her legs, right above her sumptuous sex. For a few seconds, my mind went blank. My fingers went limp as she brushed them against her dewy thighs. She slipped one foot out of her shoe, her toes skimming up and down my leg meaningfully. But when she took control of my fingers, rubbing them against the damp lips of her cunt, I pulled away.

  Indira’s face went sullen for a moment, but as she stared at me, her puckered forehead slowly unwrinkled. “Oh, I see.” She narrowed her sultry brown eyes. One side of her mouth tugged upwards in a seductive leer. “You want to play it that way, do you?”

  “Sorry, Indira.”

  She leaned forward and cupped one hand between my legs, feeling me up. “It’s okay. We can play this game all night long if you want me to.”

  “Not now.” I pulled her hand off me and got up from my chair. “I don’t intend to waste your time, and I’m not playing any games. I’m just not interested.”

  “Not interested in me?” Indira repeated incredulously. Taking note of the glances toward our table, she quickly lowered her voice. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

  “I don’t know how I can be clearer. I’m not feeling up to it tonight.”

  “This is the second time you’ve turned me down this week! I didn’t realize an extended stay on Earth would affect your sex drive.” Indira pulled down her skirt and crossed her legs in a huff. She stuck out her bottom lip, pouting like a child told she wasn’t allowed candy before dinner. “Men are always in the mood. The mere act of going without undergarments in a cold environment should be enough to make anyone eat right out of my hands. Are you going to tell me voluntarily what your problem is, or am I going to have to make you?”

  “Perhaps you’ve never been rejected before, but as you know, there is a first time for everything.” I squeez
ed her shoulder as I walked past her. “Calm down, Indira. It’s nothing personal.” I strutted out of the dining room without looking back.

  I was telling the truth. Ever since the night with Michelle, I couldn’t touch or look at another female without feeling like I was doing something illicit. Initially, I thought I might have caught an Earth virus from all the food, but I soon realized that my libido seemed to have taken a hit as well. Earlier this afternoon, when Jethro dragged me along with him to the Diamond Tower, I had no interest in engaging with any of the nude women working the establishment. Fortunately, with Jethro’s face buried between the shapely breasts of a turquoise-haired stripper, I was able to duck out of the club without him noticing my absence.

  As I started to board the elevator, I became sidetracked when I overheard a conversation at the check-in counter.

  “Welcome to the Beaumont Hotel, ma’am. How can I help you today?”

  “I’d like to check in, please. Here’s my employee badge. I’ll be using my room from the Textra Corp Employee Recognition System – that’s T-E-X-T-R-A C-O-R-P.”

  “Yes, Ms. Fletcher. If you’d just give me one moment, please.”

  I turned toward the reception desk, the elevator doors closing in front of me. Michelle leaned against the counter, massaging a spot between her eyebrows as the receptionist typed at the computer. She wore a baggy sweater and a pair of rubber shoes with laces. Three gigantic pieces of luggage sat on either side of her. One of the bellboys was loading another two pieces of matching red luggage onto a trolley.

  “Yes, I see you here in the system. Wow! It looks like you’ve accumulated a month’s worth of free stays in one of our VIP suites.”

  “That sounds about right. It’s my first time here.” Michelle replied, smiling politely. “I’ve never used any of the free rooms I’ve received in the program. I guess it’s built up over four years.”