Addicted to the Alien

by Sabrina Kade

  I suppose that he does in some ways.

  “You do not know how strong you are, Arizona,” he rasps. “Weak is a word that will never find its way into your vocabulary.”

  “And if I take a mate? If I Choose you?”

  He pushes a single finger through my folds, and I buck from the sensation. “Choosing a mate only shows you’re strong enough to stand with someone else.”

  “Is that all?”

  “No.” He pushes another finger inside. “It proves you are ready to focus on something besides your guilt. Besides your past. It shows you are strong enough to forgive yourself.”

  “Forgive myself,” I whisper, growing lost in the haze of my arousal. Drozass’ cock is erect, all but stabbing me in the back. I can’t help wiggling against him to get some power back. He groans.

  “Ari… are you sure you want to?”

  “Don’t I always?” Turning around in his grasp, I throw my arms around his neck, relieved that someone is standing beside me after all this time. Drozass had many opportunities to claim a different female. A younger female. A less experienced female who’s not suffering from family issues thanks to years in the foster care system. But he’s here. And he’s grinning down at me like Norma Desmond at the end of Sunset Blvd. It’s beautiful, but a little bit crazy.

  I like crazy.

  Drozass pulls me tightly against him, lifting me off the ground with ease after securing his arms under my ass. “Not joking around, are you?” I tease, happy to have a reprieve from my worries for a change.

  “No.”

  “Are you sure you don’t want to talk some more?”

  “Mate, I will do whatever you want. If you want pleasure, you shall have it. If you wish to talk—”

  I cover his mouth with my hand. “No more talking. Not now. I just need you.”

  “I need you more,” he growls, throwing me down on the bed and ripping my top off with his claws. The heat from the sun rayers blasts down on my newly exposed skin, but I’m too focused on my alien to worry about it. He peels off his shorts and sets to work on pulling my skirt down to my ankles before I can casually flick it away. He hisses when his body falls atop mine, and I love the feel of his scaled skin, moaning loudly as we touch skin-to-skin. His fingers immediately seek out my pussy, not thrusting, but nearly swiping at the surface. He removes his hand and holds a glistening clawed fingertip up to his face before smiling down at me.

  “What were you expecting?” I ask, teasing. “You’re seriously the hottest alien I’ve ever seen.”

  He chuckles, dipping that glistening finger between his lips and a throaty groan escapes. “You smell almost as good as you taste. May I have more?”

  “You’re asking?”

  “I try to make a habit of it when I’m focused enough.” When I nod, his hand immediately returns, swirling a finger around my clit and making me buck faster and harder.

  I need this. I need this so badly. Need him so badly.

  “More,” I beg. “Please, Drozass. I need more of you.”

  He doesn’t say anything but slides another finger through my folds. The scales on his fingers brush against my opening, and already, I can feel the beginnings of orgasm whispering through my body. It’s too soon, but I don’t care. Drozass isn’t some male. Alien. Client. He’s my friend. My… special friend. My very special friend who knows how to fuck me with his hand until I’m writhing around on the sheets, losing sight of anything. I can only feel pleasure. His pleasure with seeing me.

  “Goddamn,” I whisper, losing all coherent thoughts as my body stiffens, threating to boil over. “Drozass, damn. Oh, shhhhhit!” I tumble over the edge. An orgasm rocks through my entire being, and the world turns to light and darkness. There are no colors. Only feelings. The joy of being with a male who cares so much about me. There are no worries about Kansas. Chocal. Alaska. No. It’s just me and my alien, slowly removing his fingers so he can lap up all my juices until I’m spent.

  I’m breathing hard as the last of the aftershocks pulse their way through my body, placing my hand on my belly as I gather myself. Usually, I’m not so satisfied right after a finger fucking, but I’m determined to return the favor. What can I say? It’s in my blood. Slowly, I sit up, but a large hand pins me back down to the sheets.

  “What are you doing?” I ask shakily. “Don’t… don’t you want to?”

  “I always want your touch. But this moment was about you, Arizona.”

  “But—”

  “Relax, my mate,” he whispers, not giving me a chance to get up. “You have spent years worrying about pleasing others. Why don’t you let me worry about pleasing you?”

  I’m startled by his words. “I… that’s not how it’s supposed to work.”

  “Like I care. You are mine, Ari. Whether you admit it or not, you are mine. Let me tend to you. Care for you. Fuck you and calm you. It would be a great pleasure for me.”

  “But I’m not your—”

  “Enough. Be silent. Relax. If you still wish to take your mouth to my cock in a little while, I will happily oblige, but for now? Let me look at you. Marvel at you. Relax beside you. Yes?”

  No one’s ever said things like this before. I’ve never had any male; alien, client, or human tell me they wish to care for me. Drozass probably has no idea how much those words mean. Or maybe he does, and that’s why he said them. I have someone in my life who wants to take care of me. Wants me to relax. Doesn’t expect pleasure to be a tit for tat relationship. It’s lovely but so odd.

  Am I ready for this?

  Am I prepared to allow someone else to care for me when I’ve worried and cared for others for so long?

  “This is hard for me,” I whisper.

  “I know. And that is why I wish you to do it. Prove that you are strong, Arizona.”

  “How is lying in bed proving I’m strong?”

  “Because you don’t want to. It takes strength to do what someone else says and not exactly what you want to do. Don’t you think?”

  I blink, shifting slightly on the bed so I can turn to face him. “Y-yeah,” I admit, laying back on the bed. “I suppose that it does.”

  Chapter Eleven

  Drozass

  She is going to Choose me as her mate. I know and believe this in my hearts and soul. Arizona struggles with my request to let me care for her, but she is trying to prove her strength. I love it. I know how hard it is for her not to pleasure me whenever she feels weak. Pleasure is her way of remaining in control of a situation. But I am out to prove that I am not like the other males in her life.

  Which is why it is almost comical that Arizona plans to try and sneak her mouth to my cock the following suns rising.

  I shift amongst the sheets, immediately feeling the difference as she stirs. She is proud of herself, I am sure, so I cannot bring myself to let her know I am privy to her antics. I pretend to snore softly, and though Arizona must have doubts because my cock is already full and hard, she doesn’t seem to mind. I feel her soft, beautiful lips brush against the crown, kissing it softly, probably in hopes of sneaking me awake to what the females call a blow job. I smile, enjoying this little game we are playing, but make sure to keep quiet, so she does not stop.

  She wraps her entire, warm mouth around my cock, taking me in as deep as she can go, sucking me softly and slow the entire journey. It’s already challenging to pretend I’m sleeping. No male could sleep through this, I decide, and so to tease her, I buck my hips, thrusting my cock down her throat. I expect her to cough and sputter in surprise, but nothing shocks this female, because the moment I do, two hands land tightly on my thighs and she drags her blunt teeth along my length, making me cry out.

  I am not as clever as my mate. The thought pleases me immensely, but not before I nearly lose my mind after a long, meaningful suck. I don’t pull the sheets away, because I love feeling this. The feel of my mate’s mouth on my cock. She is a strong, confident female, and yet, she spends her time with me.

  She thi
nks I am a challenge.

  No one challenges my mate, so I try to always be one step ahead of her. It’s difficult, but I enjoy it. Especially knowing there are perks like this.

  “Ari…” I husk, wishing I could run my fingers through her thick, dark hair. “That is… I will… I will…” the words are lost as Ari takes me almost down to the base and hum against me. It is too much. My muscles tense, and I shoot my seed through her mouth, gasping hard because though I try to keep up with my mate, she always finds a way to catch me off guard.

  I do not understand how anyone could not want a mate as energetic and fabulous as mine.

  But Arizona does not stop there. Even though she has lapped up my seed, and has not yet said a word, she’s already back to work, sucking me again.

  This is unexpected.

  I heard Dolan speak of his mate taking his cock to her mouth, but I thought it was once and complete. Arizona does not work that way, apparently, sucking harder than the first time. It’s intense. Her hand cups my sack, kneading me gently, and I’m groaning, trying to find purchase. She is in control of me now. This is what she wants. I should not give in to her so quickly, but it feels good. All too good.

  I have to see her.

  Barely managing, I throw the sheets away from the bed, and sure enough, Arizona’s perched between my legs with the entirety of my cock lodged within her lips. Goddess, it’s such an erotic sight when she meets my gaze directly that I lose control. I come a second time, throwing my head back as Arizona somehow manages to keep her mouth around me and swallowing everything I have to give her. She doesn’t complain. No words of my cum being chilly. How I’m too big or too much. She is not like the other females.

  I must have her. She must Choose me. I have already Chosen her.

  Once I’m able to gather my thoughts, breath, and strength, I pull my cock out from her lips, sliding up in bed until I’m in a fully seated position.

  “Good morning,” she purrs, looking sexy and disheveled all at the same time.

  “Y-yes,” I manage. “Indeed, it is.”

  “Many males would love to be woken up like that, you know.” She crawls toward my face on her hands and knees. Despite coming twice, my cock is already hard, and Arizona smirks as she maneuvers around the muscle to kiss me softly on the lips. I can taste myself on her.

  “I can imagine,” I say thickly.

  “I don’t hear you complaining,” she says, still smiling.

  “That’s because there is no reason for me to complain. You are perfect.” I lean forward and press my mouth against hers. “Arizona, I want you to Choose me.” She stiffens, pulling away slowly.

  “W-what? But I thought we just spoke about—”

  “I know. But my answer is the same. I want you to Choose me. We are perfect together. Don’t you think so?” I lean forward, trying to kiss her, but this time she pulls away. “What is it? What holds you back?”

  She nibbles gently on her lower lip. I want to know what is going through her mind, but if I ask, she most assuredly will not tell. “I need more time.”

  “For what?” I’m surprised by her response. “Time for what?”

  “Time… to think.” Her dark eyes dart to the side. Lying. She is lying about something, and yet I cannot figure out what. She needs time. Okay. I think I understand. But— “I’m almost ready,” she says, interrupting my thoughts. “But there’s something I need to do. Something I need to take care of.”

  “I can take care of you.”

  She shakes her head. “Not like that. It’s something I have to do alone.”

  My eyes widen. “Alone? What is it? I will accompany you, Ari.” Despite everything that’s happened, I feel as though suddenly I’ve made no progress at all. She’s running away from me. Why? And for how long this time? “Is it dangerous?”

  She shakes her head. “I don’t think so.”

  “You don’t think so?” I feel myself losing control as Arizona stands and gathers her clothing, slipping on her skirt and covering her breasts with a strip of black fabric. I quickly rise and pluck my up shorts.

  It was wrong. I shouldn’t have let her feel in control. Another female, maybe, but not this one. I have taken pleasure from her. Twice. I did not offer to return it. She probably thinks I am no better than the others. My thoughts grow more frenzied as Arizona seemingly remains calm and in control. “Where are you going?” I ask, fighting every bone in my being demanding me to follow her out of my lair.

  But I will not chase. I have already proven myself to be like the others. Shame rolls through me as Arizona turns back.

  “I will be back. I promise. And then I will have my answer.”

  ***

  What have I done? Arizona has left the lair, and I cannot stop thinking how terribly things have gone. How wrongly I played this entire situation since I woke up at suns rising. The moment Arizona took her mouth to my cock, I should not have allowed her to finish. Or even if I had, I should have offered to pleasure her. Asked, but made sure she received what she deserved. For so long, she thought of me as only a client. Another male to bring pleasure to without receiving anything in return. And that is exactly how I behaved. I took. I took everything she offered, and then she ran. That must be why she left.

  It must have been a test of some sort. A test I failed.

  It is my fault. I should have remembered that while Arizona likes being in control, she likes relinquishing that control just as much. With someone she trusts.

  And I didn’t do anything. I took her mouth, and then she took off.

  Wonderful.

  After deciding that following her would not be a good idea, I realize I shouldn’t wallow in my lair, either. And after a quick bathing, I find myself in the smaller Gathering Room. Several males and human females from the central lair are here, and I’m happy to see a few sprogs roaming.

  Wixlass lifts his head when I enter the space, and his mate with the light red hair eyes me warily as I approach. I also notice Chentan seated with them, and deciding that I can handle both of them, I stroll over and take a seat on the floor so not to frighten Wixlass’ tiny companion.

  Chentan looks surprised. “You are alone?”

  “What do you mean?” I ask, trying not to look annoyed.

  “Nothing,” he says, waving me off. “I am used to seeing you with your mate, I suppose.”

  “She’s not my mate.”

  “He wishes she were,” Wixlass adds in.

  “Thanks,” I grumble.

  Another female comes beside us. Dolan’s mate. She is rounder than many of the other females, but I do not mind. I am not interested in her. She can carry as much or as little curves as she pleases. Dolan is happy with her. She’s holding a tiny sprog in her arms. He is so small. Smaller than the other sprogs. “Here’s a face I don’t see too often,” she says, sounding jovial. “Where’s Arizona?”

  I frown up at her. “I am not her mate. Nor am I her keeper. Arizona can do what she wants. Is it so surprising that she is not by my side?”

  Layla frowns, glances over her shoulder, and then back at me. “Well, I guess it is a little weird. She’s always either with you or the State Girls.” She shrugs it off. “Oh well. She’s probably off with Chocal.”

  I stiffen, rising to my feet. “Chocal? Was he here earlier?”

  “Well, yeah,” Layla says, holding her sprog more tightly against her full breasts. “When I was on my way here, I saw Chocal walking beside someone. I mean, maybe it was her? Maybe not? I didn’t see her face.”

  “Did she have hair like night?” Dolan asks, resting a hand on her shoulder. “I do not recall.”

  “Me neither,” Layla says. “I assumed it was Lacey but thinking about it now? Maybe it was Arizona. They’re friends, aren’t they?”

  “I don’t know what they are,” I hiss.

  “Do not hiss at my mate, Drozass,” Dolan says defensively.

  “I am not hissing at her. I am hissing at you.”

  “Me?” he
hisses back. “What did I do?”

  “I thought we were supposed to keep track of the females. Now you are telling me that Chocal, of all males, is off with Arizona and no one knows for sure?”

  “Really, Drozass?” Layla snaps, stepping up to me. “Chill out. It was probably Lacey. Besides, Arizona is your mate. Why aren’t you watching out for her? Why isn’t she with you?”

  A smart comment bubbles on my tongue, but I cannot bring myself to say it. If I do, I’m sure Dolan will want to spar to defend his mate, and I can’t be bothered. Besides, her question is not wrong. If I were a good male, I would know what my mate is doing. Why she might have run off with Chocal. But no. I am ashamed. I acted like every other male in her life.

  “You’re worried about her.” The new voice entering the conversation startles me, and I snap in the direction of… Wixlass’ female. Her eyes widen, and she immediately lowers her head as our eyes meet, but her words offer me no comfort.

  “I am.” I turn and glance over my shoulder, wishing that I had some way of contacting Arizona. If she’s with Chocal, I wish she would have told me. I wouldn’t have stopped her. I don’t own her, but I can’t protect her if she wants to go out on her own. Ugh, but she’s not on her own. She’s with Chocal.

  “If you’re worried about her,” Wixlass’ mate continues. “Maybe you should check on her? To make sure she’s all right.”

  I frown. Arizona would not like that. It’s practically spying. “Arizona would be upset. She would view it as me not trusting her.” But the tiny female’s words still stick with me, and I fall to one knee before her. “Do you think I should?”

  “If she doesn’t want you spying on her, don’t,” Layla says, but Wixlass’ female looks unsure.

  She shrugs. “If you don’t trust Chocal, maybe there’s a reason you feel that way.”

  “Would you want Wix spying on you like that?”

  She tilts her head to the side, color flashing across her white skin. “I would like to know that I’m safe. But I understand why others wouldn’t like it.”