Sign Here for Horns: A SciFi Alien RomCom (Vandalar Concubines Book 1)

by V. K. Ludwig

  “What are you doing?” I try to grunt, but it sounds more like I’m crying. Perhaps I am. Who can tell with all this water?

  “Washing my toes.” She peeks back at me. “What are you doing, other than staring at my pussy?”

  Such a nice pussy. “If my hands weren’t cuffed, I’d spank you right now.”

  “How many times?”

  I flinch at her response.

  As a saikh, I had my fair share of complaints. Too dominant. Too aggressive. Too demanding. And my all-time favorite: too possessive. The mere thought that Steph might enjoy that side of me—

  It’s just another one of her games, and I open my mouth to tell her that, but what comes out sounds more like, “Once. And hard.”

  “Now we’re talking,” she says, and insane never sounded this appealing. “Uh-uh. No jerking off.”

  I suck in a sharp breath.

  Sure enough, cuffed hands haphazardly stroke my length, thick shaft jerking. “Please, Steph. I need release or I might fall into a mating frenzy.”

  “Never heard of that before.”

  “It’s not common anymore among my kind since males are highly regulated but… it can happen. And I won’t be able to control myself if it does.”

  “Feel free to lose control in there.” A manicured finger dips into her cunt. “You know where to put it.”

  Yeah, I know where to put it but… “Never again.”

  She straightens and turns around, dragging a finger coated in her juices over my lips. “What a waste of a fine cock.”

  I don’t want to lick that.

  Don’t lick that!

  Do not—

  I snap at her finger with such force she jerks. Eyes wide open, she watches how I suckle her finger, tongue spreading the tang of her lust across my gums. My balls tighten, and I stroke myself harder. So close to coming. So close.

  “I’d call that progress.” Steph kneels down in front of me. “Do you want me to take you into my mouth?”

  I immediately drop my hands and nod frantically. “Yes. Yes, please. Suck my cock like you showed me.”

  It’s a small concession. Harmless enough, right? I won’t give her anything. But take? Taking shamelessly makes me the opposite of a saikh.

  “I want to spill my seed all over you.” Want her face coated in it. “Show me what it feels like to have your lips clasped around me.”

  When she pokes her tongue out, I rotate my hips and drag my crown over it, holding my breath for long moments at the pleasing texture.

  Experienced fingers wrap around my flesh, squeezing thick veins. The way she twirls her tongue around my tip is sweet torture, but it’s a small death when she closes her mouth around it all.

  Overwhelmed by the sensation, I stagger back, shoulders riding up against the glass mosaic wall behind me. “By the gods, Steph.”

  Her lips bump down along my ridges, and the suction increases whenever her head bobs back. No female ever allowed me inside her mouth, and I want to sink to my knees. It’s been so long since someone touched me.

  “What are you going to give me in return?” she asks.

  My breathing turns rapid, and my shaft tingles with what has to be the biggest peak of my life. “Nothing.”

  Big mistake.

  A pop echoes through the bathroom, and water pelts down on a sensitive crown jerking with the urge to release.

  But Steph clasps her fingers around my cock, right underneath the flare, squeezing so veking hard it hurts. But that pain has nothing, nothing, on the way my shaft almost bursts against the pressure of a release with nowhere to go.

  I curl my fists into balls of agony and rage, hips thrusting, bucking, my entire body screaming to spill my seed but… I can’t.

  Blue eyes lock with mine, too innocent looking for something so rotten on the inside. “Boy, you look angry.”

  “Angry? Angry?” I am going to kill her. “Hear me, woman. I will find revenge for every atrocity, every torture, every mind game. One of these days, I will turn this around on you. Whatever I learned at the saikhmenti I will use to torment you.”

  She rises, takes the collar, and clicks it back around my neck. “Good. Can’t wait.”

  Then she steps out of the shower, grabs a towel, and wipes her mouth on it. “Brian! Varac needs assistance.”

  My stomach hardens to a boulder. Half a moon cycle of failed escape attempts, and all I have to show for is a permanent erection, and the picture of me slapping her ass flitting through my mind.

  No, there’s only one way to get away from her. I will have to be her saikh.

  Until she lets her guard down…

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