by Pixie Moon
I kiss the soft skin of her neck. My hands roam down her back and then grip her rounded butt. She moans as I massage her flesh. The little sounds she's making are driving me crazy. It takes all I have to stop myself from ripping my pants open and plunging deeply into her yielding body.
I rake my fangs gently across her shoulder. The urge to bite her is strong but she's not ready for that. I press her against my erection and rocked my hips until her moans fill the air.
The scent of her arousal drifts around us. I happily fill my lungs with the erotic scent. As she grinds against me, my blood heats to an almost unbearable level.
She is getting closer to being ready to be taken every day.
CHAPTER
9
~ Kinsey Lea ~
♥
My muscles tighten under his touch.
The feel of his rough hands massaging my breasts and then rolling my nipples is causing the tension in my belly to build. I’m starting to lose control. I need him to fuck me.
Take me hard. My breath is coming out in harsh blasts. I rake my teeth over his shoulder. He moans and his cock pulses. I reach out and grip his hard flesh. The smooth yet firm flesh is amazing. I love the way he feels in my hand. So powerful and hungry.
I moan and spread my legs wider. “Please.”
My legs shift and the sound of rustling sheets followed by the chirping of birds jerks me into full consciousness.
I sit up and look around. “Flipping fuck.”
He’s gone. As usual. I’m starting to hate the way he heats me up and then cuddles with me until I fall asleep. Dreaming of him is something I do every night.
I want to wake up with him next to me. I slam my fist onto the bed. The sheet jumps. I want to jump him damn it. My clit is hurting from need. That bastard needs to take me. He should be ashamed of himself for bringing me to the edge of climax every night and then backing off.
Does he want me at all?
I drop back onto the bed and groan when I smell his scent. That fucker.
I don’t care how cute he is, he needs to finish what he starts. Did his smart parents teach him nothing? I’d love to have a talk with them.
Digging my palms into my eyes, I groan again. “What are you doing to me?” This can’t be healthy.
The sound of his masculine voice just reaches into my room. I look over at the open door and silently beg him to appear. If he would, I’d spread my legs and beg him to take me.
I hear his voice again. The sound calls to me. He must be on another conference call. His boss keeps him working all the time. From the sound of his frustrated voice I think something strange must be going on at his job. I’ve heard them planning and discussing some criminals on more than one occasion.
The need to see him has me getting out of bed and heading down the corridor. Din Tairin has become such an addiction that I don’t even care if I have the worst bedhead in the galaxy.
I follow his voice to the kitchen. My heart pounds at the mere thought of seeing him. I step out of the corridor and see more than him. A squeak erupts from me when I realize that he’s not on a conference call. He’s talking to his twin.
I whirl around and take off running toward my room. I hear a chuckle and move a bit faster.
Note to self, never leave my room looking so terrible ever again.
Using the bathroom, I quickly straighten up and then get dressed in my sheer uniform. I tug the end down a few times and then give up. Din Zairin has seen me already.
“This type of clothing is normal to them.” I take a last look in the mirror and then head toward the kitchen again.
Standing close to the wall, I watch them for a bit before getting closer. They are standing at the counter with empty glasses nearby. They are shirtless. The sight of their rippling muscles has me gaping in awe.
Din Tairin shifts and I see the family mark on his broad chest. My heart aches for a family of my own. A good one like his. I look closer at the mark on his chest. The sight of a body dodging the dotted line of a weapon makes me think of how well he does dodge. The sign must be a true reflection of his family’s talent.
He looks at me and smiles. The sight of his dimples makes my heart melt. Maybe I can be a part of his family. Maybe here on Zaphin my luck is different. Zaphinians might not be put off by me the way humans are.
Din Zairin looks over and deeply into my eyes before turning back to his brother. The twins start heading out of the kitchen. I hear Din Zairin say something about prelling thieves but I don't catch the rest of what he says.
My heart aches when Din Tairin turns with a frown on his handsome face. He says something to his brother and then his gold and purple gaze lands on me. My heart races. He is so powerful and perfect.
"Bring us some stros, seema. We'll be in the backyard practicing. I want you to keep our glasses full." With that he turns and heads toward the back door.
I blink away the tears that threaten to fall. With sadness weighing me down, I do as ordered. I'm nothing more than a servant to him. One tear escapes. I wipe it away and force myself to be the servant he wants me to be.
Him giving me a place to stay and food to eat should be enough.
But it's not.
I let out a snort and then head to the backyard. I need to remember my place. I wasn't anybody worth loving on Earth and it looks like I'm in the same sinking boat here on Zaphin.
It has to be my fault. I do something that turns people away. I'm lucky he lets me stay here.
The sound of metal rings through the air as I walk outside and set their drinks on the table. I look over at the twins. They are magnificent. I can't take my eyes off of them. I sink down into a chair and watch them.
The sunbeams seem to glow on their rippling muscles as they fight. The sound of their swords is almost musical. Their muscles bunch and flex as they quickly and skillfully fight one another.
The way they talk to each other makes me long for a family like theirs. I shouldn’t dream of such things, but I do. I want what they have. A loving family bond.
Laughter bursts from Din Zairin when he barely dodges the swing of Din Tairin’s sword. The twins are magnificent to watch so smooth and flowing, powerful and strong.
My heart races when Din Tairin comes over and starts gulping his stros. Sweat glistens his skin. Din Zairin follows closely behind and begins drinking his stros. It’s no mystery why they are so thirsty. They are true warriors in training. I’m lucky to get to watch them.
Din Tairin gives me a smile. Happiness leaps around my heart. I can’t stop the emotion no matter if it’s foolish or not.
“Thank you, seema," Din Tairin says. I love how husky and masculine his voice is.
The sight of his dimples has my clit pulsing and my heart pounding. He has so much power over me. The power to make me forget my place. He makes me forget that I'm nothing more than a servant he’ll one day forget. A blurred part of his youthful past.
"You're welcome. Anything you need." Heat floods my cheeks. Why did I say that? I sound like a lovestruck fool.
Din Zairin finishes his drink and sets his glass on the table. As I pick up their glasses, I hear Din Zairin say, "I'm so glad you're coming in to work tomorrow. With the new criminal activity, it’ll be good to have you back."
Back to work? No, that can’t be. What am I going to do? If he starts leaving the house he could come across a better woman. One who is loved by everyone. One who knows what to say and how to act at all times. One who is naturally adored. One that is the opposite of me.
Tears well in my eyes and a lump forms in my throat. What am I going to do? Here at the house I had him to myself. Out in the real world I'm pretty easily replaceable. He really didn't want me to begin with. He wasn't on that planet to pick up a servant.
The lump in my throat grows larger. Flipping fuck, what am I going to do? I stiffen my spine as the brothers continue talking. Gripping their glasses tightly, I head into the house. I almost make it to the kitchen counter before a
tear slips down my cheek. I quickly wipe it away.
I will never let Din Tairin see me cry.
CHAPTER
10
~ Kinsey Lea ~
♥
The last few days have been rough.
I miss Din Tairin.
The house is not the same with him at work. I look around his office and miss his presence. My heart aches even though I will it not to. I clench my hands in agony.
I can’t let him get under my skin.
Too late for that, my foolish heart whispers. I plop down in his chair and just inhale his scent. Nothing smells like him. His unique aroma travels through my body causing my clit to pulse in need. Oh yes, he's getting to me. Deep down I know it's wrong. Maybe one day I'll have the strength to ignore my attraction to him. But today is not that day.
I place my hands on his desk and then rest my forehead on the cool surface. Cool is what I need. I need my heart and body to be cool not hot and burning for him.
When will I learn? Nobody can be trusted. Everybody leaves.
My lungs expand as I breathe deeply of his scent. Heat swirls through me. “No, I can’t continue to let him get to me.”
Moving out of his office, my feet trudge along the cool stone floor. I go into the living room and glance out the glass wall leading to the backyard. Oh yes, my friends are back there.
I can't help but smile as I head toward the glass. Several of the blue birds are flying around looking into the house. I take the last few steps and press my hand against the glass. When they recognize me, they immediately fly over and blink innocently. Camleons’ dark green eyes standout underneath their fuzzy unibrows. The birds are so flipping cute.
I laugh as I watch their crazy antics. Oh yes, birds are the best kind of friends ever. They never let you down. They don't lie and they don’t lead you on. They are just who they are. Fun and free.
I can easily love birds. I wish I could love Din Tairin. But I know that is not safe. Experience has taught me that the birds are way better. They are altogether different. They are my true friends. My brightly feathered friends make me laugh as I watch them flying around blinking their eyes and sometimes pecking at the glass near my hand. I long to go outside and feed them. If only Din Tairin trusted me enough to let me outside I could feed them every day.
I see one of the birds looking behind me. My heart races and then pounds out a crazy beat. A second later I hear a noise behind me and turn. Din Tairin is watching me.
He's home. My foolish heart is extremely happy. I can't stop feeling so drawn to him although I wish I could. Maybe I should just learn to enjoy the moment. Enjoy him while I can. Longing, hope, distrust, love—they all circle through me over and over. I wish I could get off this road that leads to nowhere.
“Come, little seema. It's time to add your palm print to the security system." His golden eyes darken a second. "Are you ready?"
A thrill runs through my body. "Yes." He trusts me. Oh yes, this is flipping great.
I follow him to his office. Happiness is pinging through me. Until it isn't. What if he's only adding my handprint because he hopes I will leave? Is he tired of me? I push the negative thoughts away when he smiles down at me. His handsome face doesn’t show any signs of dislike or frustration.
He has me place my hand on a dark pad. I see a light glide through the material. After a moment a small beep sounds and his smile widens.
“Let’s go try it out.”
His enthusiasm has me agreeing and hurrying after him. It he wasn’t so tall I’d be able to keep up with him better.
At the door, I place my hand on the metal. The cool texture reminds me not to let this kind act make me fall any further for him. A slight movement has me smiling up at him. “It worked. Thank you. I love feeding the birds.”
“I know. That’s why I have a surprise for you, little seema.”
“What?” My foolish heart races at the thought of him spending the time to get me something.
His chuckle warms my heart. “You’ll see, seema.”
I follow him into the backyard and around to the edge of the house. My gaze lands on a long metal pole and a birdhouse. No, it’s more like a birdhotel.
I can’t help myself. I rush over and wrap my arms around his waist. His arms wrap around my body. I snuggle into his warmth for a long moment.
I take a deep breath and savor his scent before I look up at him. “Thank you. This is the best gift I’ve ever been given.”
“Your welcome, little seema. Now let’s get this thing up so the camleons can move in.”
I release him even though I don’t want to and then laugh when a green camleon flies over and lands on top of the house. “Not right now, little guy. I don’t think it’s ready just yet.”
“No, but it soon will be,” Din Tairin says as he picks the large birdhouse up and starts walking into the backyard. I bend to pick up the pole so I can drag it to the center of the backyard. I gasp in surprise when the pole slips from my hand.
“Wow, this thing is slick.” I try again and snort when the metal slips from my hand once again.
Din Tairin chuckles as he comes over and grips it firmly with his large hand. “Thanks for trying, little human.”
I snort as I follow him to the birdhouse. “What is that pole made of?”
“A special metal. It’s extra slick to keep a variety of animals from climbing up it and eating the camleons.”
“Oh.” My brows scrunch down as a thought worms its way into my mind. “How many animals eat those cute camleons? I can’t imagine eating one. They are so fuzzy and cute.”
Din Tairin smiles down at me. I love his deep dimples. “You are kind, little seema. That’s why you wouldn’t eat them. But many other animals aren’t so kind to the camleons. Your friends are considered quality food to several animals.”
I don’t like the thought of that. My friends should be protected not eaten. When one of the blue birds comes over and lands on my arm, I ruffle the tuffs of hair that stick out on both sides of its head. “How could anyone want to eat you?” I turn my gaze up to my sweet alien. “We have to save them.”
“Yes, Kinsey Lea. That’s why I brought the birdhouse home.”
Joy rushes through me. You don’t save the friends of people you don’t care for. This definitely means he wants me to stay with him. “Thank you.” Warmth builds in my chest and seeps into my whole body.
I stand back and watch him attach the birdhouse to the pole and then prepare the ground for the slick metal. His muscles flex and bunch as he works. The sight has my body heating up. Desire ribbons through me.
He inhales deeply and then looks over at me like none ever have before—with intense passion. He smiles showing his dimples and a flash of his pearly white fangs.
“We’ll get to that soon, seema.”
The promise in his eyes lets me know he knows what he does to me. Flipping fucking fudge. I don’t like him knowing he has power over me. That kind of knowledge is bad.
When he goes back to work, I look down at myself. I look the same. How does he know I’m horny for him?
My cheeks must have given me away. I bet they are flushed. That’s not good. I stare at his muscles as he works. The longer I watch him, the hotter I get. My clit is now aching.
Quit staring at him. I look away and watch my friends fly around for a bit. But when his scent wafts over to me, my gaze is drawn back to him. I can’t think straight when he’s around.
With each day I want him more. Life is short. I need to enjoy it as much as possible and stop flipping worrying. So what if he gets tired of me later on. I’ll handle my heartache at that time.
A gentle breeze carries his masculine scent over to me again. This time it hovers and teases me for a long time. My core heats up and desire pools between my legs. Yes, I need him badly. I need his shaft deep inside me.
If he doesn’t make a move soon, I will.
CHAPTER
11
~ Kinsey Lea
~
♥
Soapsuds run through my fingers.
The silky feel of the cleanser is enhancing my need for him. I look over and watch as he rubs soap into his own skin. The flex of his muscles has my pulse racing. The intense look in his gold and purple eyes is adding to my need for him. Does he know how badly I want him?
The days have been slipping past. It feels as though I was born here. My old life is nothing more than a distant memory. Some of those memories are still nightmares. Okay, a lot of them are bad but I’m here now. Zaphin is where I’ll live for the rest of my life. I look my pretty boy alien over and am amazed that he’s mine.
