by Sabrina Kade
Dolan’s eyes widened. “He abandoned you?”
“He came back,” I remind him. “He came back, but that week alone with an unmedicated Shep was… rough.” I shiver, not wanting to share this particular part of the story. “My dad acted as nothing happened. He was happy, and of course, Shep was too. My father said he finally figured out a way for Shep to have his medication and possibly sign up for a trial to surgically correct the problem in his brain. It was a risky surgery, but the price would be knocked down because Shep would be part of the trial period. I didn’t get all the details, but when Dad asked if I wanted to help my brother, I agreed, and that’s when he showed me a single slip of paper. The writing was funny, in another language or something, but my dad said all I had to do was sign the line at the bottom and Shep would have a chance at a normal life. I remember how he smiled at me. He kept telling me over and over that I was going to help Shep. I was going to save him.”
Tears spill down my cheeks, and Dolan, probably not able to take any more, crosses the gap between us and wraps a thick, bulky arm around my shoulders and pulls me to his chest. He’s freezing in his silky tank top, but I welcome his touch because… well, because it’s Dolan.
“Azan has told me about these contracts that humans sign,” he admits. “Prince Korben and his mate signed the paper willingly. I did not know humans were tricked into becoming…”
“Space Whores, oh, I’m sorry. I mean, space entertainers,” I grumble. “So, yeah. He tricked me. My dad got a payment for a referral, even though he never told them I was his daughter, and now I’m here. Stuck in space and trying to stay alive. Convincing myself that some of the money is getting sent back to my brother and this whole situation isn’t for nothing.” I sniff hard, pressing my cheek against Dolan’s chest and nuzzle, my heart hammering when he wraps both arms around me and squeezes me tight. It feels good in these arms. Too good. Even in alien arms, I’m lapping up the attention like a lost puppy.
Maybe I am a lost puppy.
But maybe, I don’t have to be anymore.
As though Dolan can read my mind, he burrows into my hair and speaks softly. “You must not focus on facts that cannot be changed, Layla. I can see now why these memories give you so much pain. To live a life with a parent who does not act like a parent is the most painful existence. And though, I would be honored to meet your ancestors, I must admit, I would not ever like him because of what he has done to you.”
“You might have liked Shep.”
Another soft nuzzling. “Perhaps. He is my mate’s brother, after all.”
“Not your mate.” My voice isn’t as insistent as usual. I don’t have it in me to fight with him. “And so, that’s why I wanted to say sorry to you. All of this, all of my past is the reason I fight so hard not to want you.”
He stiffens. “So, if you did not fight so hard, are you saying that you would want me?”
There’re butterflies in my stomach. “I… I guess so.” I frown, trying to hide my face. “Come on, Dolan. Don’t make me say it. You know already.”
“Know what?”
I growl in his chest. Frustrating alien. Stupid, sexy, patient, annoying, frustrating alien.
“You’re attractive, Dolan. Grumpy and annoying, but most of the girls think you’re pretty hot.”
He shakes his head above mine. “I do not care what they think.”
I jerk upward to find his eyes. “You don’t?”
Another shaking of his head. “I only care if you find me attractive, Layla.”
He leans closer. God, his lips are right there for the taking, but I still can’t find the courage to close the gap. Kissing him changes everything. I sound like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman. No kissing, it’s too personal. But now this alien knows things about me. He knows why I act the way I do and hold on to the past. He’s learning why I’m so afraid of the future and failing Shep because I’ve failed him already by trusting Dad and signing my life away for the chance of some medical credits. I start shaking, so nervous because kissing Dolan wouldn’t just be a simple kiss. I’m kissing away my past. I’m kissing into a future.
Fuck, it should be nothing more than a kiss, but when you’re kissing an alien who sees you as his mate, and you have no chance of going home again, the stakes are a little higher.
“You must not cry, Layla,” Dolan murmurs, capturing one of my tears on the pad of a finger. “I am here for you. I will always be here for you. You are my mate, and no matter what lies you tell yourself, my answer will always be the same. You are mine, Layla. I am yours.”
I sniff hard. “Sometimes I feel as though I’m not allowed to be happy. Not after what I did.”
“While I don’t understand everything, it sounds like your father did a horrible thing to you. These facts are irreversible. You cannot return home. You will probably never see your brother again.” I start to grow huffy, but Dolan squeezes me harder. “But you can find happiness.”
“I don’t deserve to be happy. Shep wouldn’t—”
“Don’t you think happiness is something your little brother would have wanted for you?”
I swallow. Dolan’s soft words cut me straight through the heart. Shep would want me to be happy. Under the anger and the rage, Shep’s a sad, lonely boy who didn’t understand why others didn’t like him. He could be gentle. Soft. Kind. He wouldn’t want me to keep punishing myself for him. He’d want me to find someone better than him. Better than Dad.
And Dolan is all of those things. Right in front of me.
“Dolan.” My voice is soft, and he leans in closer. My eyes widen, landing on his full lips. A desperate urge rises inside my chest. “Please tell me that you know what a kiss is.”
“I have witnessed Prince Korben and some of the others do so with their mates, yes.”
“Have you ever done it?” I know I’ve asked him this before, but I want to see if his answer changes. It’s terrible how I’m still testing him, but I can’t help myself.
He shakes his head once before brushing his lips against mine. “I have not, but I think I can manage.” He closes his eyes, and before I can dig up some excuse, his lips press against mine, and his hand snakes through my dark hair. I moan at the intimate touch, lost in his gentleness and kindness. This is what it feels like to kiss someone you care about.
We both entangle our limbs in the others, and I’m fucking pleased as punch to be here. I’m so feminine and delicate in his massive arms, and I love the feel of his body wrapped around mine. This feels incredible. Why did I ever think I’d be able to resist this alien? Err, I mean, man? Dolan is arrogant, but he’s also patient and generous. He doesn’t care how the other women think he looks. He only cares about how I think he looks. He doesn’t mind that I’m so much thicker than the other girls; he likes it. Because it’s me. He wants me.
My pussy tingles as Dolan deepens the kisses, and he smiles momentarily, pulling away with a hooded grin.
“You make me warm again.” He plunges back against my mouth, and I show him how to work his tongue into the mix. It all feels so good. That forked tongue. Those scales. God. Why didn’t anyone tell me how good those scales feel?
How would they feel down there?
I’m about to ask when I remember how much I owe this alien in front of me. He’s given me two orgasms. He’s taken me away from the lair. He’s probably miserable from the cold, damp air. But he’s still here, more than ready to give me more orgasms. Well, not now. Now, it’s my turn.
“Lean back,” I whisper, all but squealing at the look of eagerness in Dolan’s eyes.
“What is it you need, Layla?” he asks, still complying with my request. He’s on his back now, staring up at me. I start to work his shorts away from his cock so it can be free. He gasps in surprise, bucking his hips like he can’t believe what I’m up to. “Are you… are you about to…?”
“Suck upon your cock?” I tease, remembering his hilarious wording. “Why, yes, Dolan. Yes, I am.”
CHAPTER SEV
EN
Dolan
She is mine.
I’ve said it before, but I’ve never been more confident until the very moment my mate removes my shorts and stares down at my cock like she’s about to suck down the freshest cup of kendax on suns rising. I swallow hard, almost unsure what to do with this intense attention. I knew that my mate had a story to tell before she would open herself up to me, but I had no idea that her scars ran so profoundly. I didn’t know she had a family member (maybe more than one) who was angry and cruel to her. My mind cannot fathom such an idea. My mate is strong, but she is also a female. What male would touch her in a way that would cause pain?
Now, more than ever, I understand what Prince Korben stands for.
Females may be weak, but that does not mean they should be oppressed.
Humans may be primitive, but my Layla is complex. She is not like the others. At first, I did not see the appeal in obtaining a human female, but from the moment my eyes set upon Layla, she changed my mind forever.
My brothers and I are not exiled here for a simple cause. It is a large one. We will not hurt females. Now I know why. I don’t want anyone to see the hurt that lays upon my Layla’s shoulders. I would never speak harshly to future sprogs after seeing how much my father and mother’s words hurt. I would never want anyone to lay a hand on my mate, either. I’m so sick at this thought that I hiss out loud right as Layla lowers her full mouth to my cock and arches an eyebrow.
“Changed your mind?” she asks.
I gasp, shaking my head. “I am sorry. My mind is busy.”
“With?”
“With…” I trail off, taking a piece of her hair into my hands, “… with wanting to kill any male who would ever harm you. With a new understanding of my reasons for being here. I never want to see a female look as you did a few moments ago.” I am ruining the moment, especially the anticipation of Layla sucking upon my cock, but my words must be said. And though the air is cool, and I’m growing weaker, there is nothing on Hethdiss that will move me from this position. Not with Layla’s lovely mouth so close to my cock. “I understand now.”
She meets my eyes and smiles. Suns and moons, it’s a lovely expression. “Understand what?”
I shake my head. “I will tell you later, my mate.”
She shakes her head but doesn’t argue. Wait. She doesn’t argue. I have called her my mate, and she did not argue with me! My cock bobs in enthusiasm, and I’m barely able to keep myself together when something warm and minute wraps around the width. Holding my cock steady, her gorgeous face is now hidden from me as she leans forward, but I do not mind.
The moment her lips wrap around my crown, however, I cry out in surprise.
She is so warm! She warms my cock with her mouth, and I still cannot fathom the enjoyment at this sensation. I focus on the talas above, staring hard, so my essence does not burst into her mouth. Azan says this is okay, but maybe that is only because they are mated. Perhaps it would be seen as a great dishonor if I were to shoot my seed between Layla’s lips.
Although it is a pleasant thought, but I will allow Layla to guide me. I will follow her lead.
I peek down, trying to steal a look at her as she continues to fuck my cock with her mouth. She nips gently at the scales, moaning with each movement as though she enjoys this almost as much as I do. Is such a thing possible? A Sidyth female would never do this, and yet Layla moans with pleasure as she continues working her gorgeous mouth up and down my cock.
I don’t want this to end.
I would relive every moment up until this one on the chance of experiencing this all over again. The exile. The shame. The sickness. The dividing. The arrival of humans. Layla’s cold looks at me and her heated ones toward Exer. The conversations. The pleasure hugs. Yes. I would take everything over and over again to have Layla’s blunt teeth grazing across the delicate skin covering my member.
She sucks harder, and not only her rhythm changes, but my body’s response does as well.
I will come soon. Will she want me to come in her mouth? Should I pull away and spill my seed upon the earth? Should I try to mount her? Should I allow her to claim me? My mind buzzes and blurs as Layla picks up the pace once again, adding a hand to the mix as she kneads my hip. The sensation is too much. Too intense.
“Lay-lah,” I gasp, hoping she will stop for a moment, so I have a chance to think. My surroundings appear blurry. The world around me is growing as white as the finest establishments back on the fatherland. “Lay-lah, please.”
There is a movement down by my cock, but I cannot tell what it is, so, taking a chance, I fist some of her hair for a more clear response. She’s shaking her head. She will not pull away. She must want me to come. She wants my seed in her mouth.
I groan as another thick wave of arousal washes over me, pushing my cock further into her mouth. I don’t want to hurt her, but I do not detect any distress, and so I keep going. I try to move my hand out from her hair, and she immediately covers my hand with hers, planting it there. I gasp, pumping my cock harder and more furiously into her mouth, carefully watching her reaction. Is this too much? Am I giving her too much? Is she frightened to tell me no because of the way her brother and father treated her?
She whimpers, flicking her tongue against the base of my cock. It feels like a reminder.
She is okay. She wants this. She wants to suck me off.
I throw my head back, lifting my hips so I can give her more of what she wants if her sounds are any indication as to how much she’s enjoying herself. She cannot possibly be enjoying this more than I. There are… there are no words! And yet, when I find an opportunity to inhale deeply, the sweetest, most perfect scent fills my nostrils.
My mate. My Layla. She is aroused. The sweet perfume from her cunt is no longer a hope, but a fact.
Mine. She is all mine, and if she enjoys sucking upon my cock so much, then who am I to deny her? We find a rhythm, me pushing my cock between her lips and her taking everything I have to give. Her arousal scent grows thicker when I pull on her hair, and I cannot believe how warm I am despite the awful chill in the air. This is glorious! I hiss loudly in hopes of showing my mate my approval before she takes me down to the base, and something happens.
My sac tightens. The time for climax has come, and I can control it no longer.
I roar with pure joy, shooting my seed into her mouth, and she never pulls away. She takes everything, and I must say, it’s a lot, but Layla never complains, lapping up every single drop. Watching her, I ache to give her pleasure, but I am also spent, still reeling from the violent arousal that has rocked through me. I fall against the rock, desperately trying to gather my breath as fast as possible so I may give her pleasure soon, but I am surprised by how much energy she has taken from me.
She lays down next to me, panting as well, and smacking her lips.
“You’re like a milkshake,” she mutters. “Thick and cold.”
Horror strikes me. I do not understand this milkshake, but cold seed sounds awful. I should not have come between her lips. I should have pulled away.
“Dolan,” she murmurs, pulling my face toward hers. “Milkshakes were one of my favorite foods back home. It’s a compliment.” She winks, and my cock bobs once more.
I cannot wait. If I cannot mount my mate, I must taste her. Now.
Without words, I flip Layla onto her back and stare down at her massive breasts rising and falling with each breath. She smells incredible. Unable to resist her scent much longer, I lean down and inhale her hair, her neck, and the tender spot between her breasts. I love her skin. She is so much darker than a Sidyth female, but not unpleasantly so. I lick her nipples through her top.
“Remove this,” I rasp, hoping she doesn’t refuse.
She does not.
And then I’m presented with the most glorious sight I’ve ever seen in my existence. My mate. Bare and exposed. My cock stiffens watching those glorious mounds and the nipples hardening at the tips. I don’t as
k permission. I lean down and take one of those tips between my lips and suck gently, expecting nothing, but her response is intense. She bucks and moans at my touch, encouraging me to continue. I certainly don’t mind. The taste of her skin is incredible here, and I cannot get over how her skin is scorching to the touch. The more I assault her breasts, the harder her nipples become until I’d worry they’d slice across my tongue if I weren’t careful.
“Oh.” She gasps and bucks again, bringing a smile to my face. “I thought… oh, Dolan, I thought…”
I pull away, piercing her with a curious gaze. “Thought what?”
She blushes. “It’s just… when you said, you were going to taste me…”
“You assumed that I was going to lap the juices dripping from your cunt?”
Somehow the blush grows deeper. “Oh, Dios mío. When you put it that way…”
“Patience.” I chuckle, removing her skirt and undergarments. Her scent hits me like one of Azan’s spars to the face when we were sprogs, and I nearly fall back. Musky and feminine, my mouth waters as I push her thighs apart, all but losing my control when her folds are spread to me at last.
I can’t resist. I must lean in for a closer look, and hunching down, I crawl between her thighs, staring intensely at the pink blossom before me. There are dark hairs there. Like the night. This is something that Azan did not tell me about, and curious, I tug gently at one of the curls, and her entire body lurches.
“Easy,” she gasps.
“You are sensitive here, yes?”
“Tugging on my hairs like that is borderline painful.”
I frown. I don’t ever want to hurt my Chosen, especially now that she is mine. I resist the urge to tug on another curl and instead push her thighs further apart for a more unobstructed view. I see the nub and brush my finger over it, gauging my female’s response to my touch, and when she says that it’s okay, I lean closer. I inhale her scent over and over, unable to resist the beads of arousal appearing around her slit. She is aroused. I don’t need my nose to know that.
