Alien Sex 103 (17 page)

“Of course not.” He curled his lip. “That is a private moment.”

Pixie resisted the urge to roll her eyes. So Nimanians thought losing your virginity in front of a bunch of people was okay, but recording it for posterity was an invasion of privacy? If they shared a hundred years together, she still doubted she’d fully understand him. Despite how crazy he made her, she was sure she’d still love him, though. Apparently love really could make you do strange things.

“Are there any other surprises?” She hoped not. Her courage was hanging by a thread here. “Is there anything else to this mating ceremony?”

His gaze grew heated, and the back rub he’d been giving her turned into something far more sensual. “We will arrive early so that we have time to ourselves.”

Sliding one hand up to her nape, he tilted her head to kiss her. His lips were soft and skilled, perfectly molded to fit her mouth. He teased her with little nibbles that made her pulse flutter

“I will feed you choice morsels to make you strong.”

Still stroking her spine, he touched his tongue to hers and made a purring sound.

“Then I will massage your body to make you supple.”

Pixie started breathing harder when he removed her blouse and bra. Her skirt and panties soon landed on the floor, followed by his clothes. The sight of his erection still had the power to startle her, but her body let down a burst of moisture. She saw his nostrils flare as if he’d caught the scent of her arousal.

“You will be beautiful in white,” he murmured. For emphasis, he ran his fingertips over her milky breast.

Goose bumps broke out across her skin until even her scalp tingled.

Zeo reached out to twirl her engagement ring at the same time that he slipped his other hand between her legs.

“We will exchange rings so that everyone will see we belong together, but this is the ring that will truly bind me.” He thrust his finger into her vagina, making her yelp.

Her sheath locked down on the hard intrusion and rippled once … twice. Pixie wasn’t just panting now. She gulped for air while drowning in sensation.

“Blushing bride.” Zeo whispered the reference in amusement as he started stroking her. “You will have my vow, and you will have your pictures so that when we are old, we can look at that one precious moment before our lives together truly began.”

It was the most romantic thing he’d ever said to her. Kissing her, he suddenly withdrew his finger.

A moan of protest escaped her.

“Nimanians first take their mates from behind,” he explained. “You will climb onto all fours, and I will know you are ready when you glance over your shoulder at me.”

With her breath shuddering out of her on every exhalation, Pixie slowly rolled onto her hands and knees so that she was facing away from him. A shiver of nervous anticipation jittered down her spine, but she made herself look back at him.

The sight of his body took her breath away. His eyes had turned an even darker shade of brown, and she’d never seen his skin so flushed. Perspiration glistened on his chest and thighs like fine mist.

“Then I will mount you, Pixie.” His voice was so low, it was practically a growl. “I will finally claim you and make you mine.”

He slid two fingers deep into her channel with a smooth, relentless push.

Pixie moaned long and loud. It was too much too fast, but she couldn’t stop herself from pushing back. She shivered when his hand landed on her shoulder.

Pinning her there, Zeo began thrusting his fingers in and out of her sheath in a steadily accelerated pace. “Yes. You will make those noises for me.”

As if she could help it. Beneath her grunts and sobs, she could hear the squelching sound of his fingers pumping between her legs. Her arousal leapt another tier in response. She was so ready to come. If he’d only touch her clit, she was sure she’d go over.

Without warning, his fingers disappeared, and something much larger prodded her opening. Crying out in shock, Pixie tried to rear up, but Zeo shoved her down again with one hand between her shoulder blades. He pushed until her face was pressed into the seat cushion and her butt was in the air.

She whimpered.

“Shsh.” Zeo kept the tip of his erection pressed firmly against her entrance. “Feel me. I will soon be inside you.”

The blunt head slipped through her juices and slid forward over her aching bud.

“But not tonight. Tonight we play.” His hands landed on her hips.

Pixie didn’t even try to get up. Although her heart was pounding and her mouth was dry, she didn’t dare do anything that might make him stop. He started working his long, hard cock forward and back between her labia, setting off sparks inside her with every brush of his shaft. Her clit pounded merrily, and on instinct, she pulled her thighs closer together to increase the pressure. She was rewarded by his loud groan behind her.

With his sex sandwiched between her legs, she ground back against him. This was so close to actual sex that Pixie almost wished he’d take that final step. His balls slapped the backs of her thighs, and his grip tightened. Her vagina started to clench with every new stroke until she knew an orgasm was coming for her.

As if he sensed it too, Zeo bucked harder and faster, rocking her on the sofa and chafing her clit with extra friction until finally … blessedly…

“Zeo!”

Her legs clamped together as her climax tore through her, pulsing with the same ferocity as his thrusts. Then something hot and wet splattered her belly, and she realized he was coming too. The fact that they’d shared the orgasm made it even more incredible.

After a moment, he collapsed back on the sofa and cuddled her close. They were ridiculously crunched, overflowing the narrow space, but she didn’t care.

“That will be our mating ceremony,” he concluded. He paused a beat. “Of course, we can still have a New Earthling wedding night as well.”

Pixie strangled on a laugh. She was marrying a sex maniac. And he was turning her into one too.

Last Minute Details

Early sunlight roused Zeo the next morning, and he found himself curled possessively around Pixie in bed. He vaguely remembered carrying her in here last night when he’d finally regained his strength. His little mate gave him so much pleasure.

Cradling her against his body, he enjoyed the shape of her, the softness of her skin, her heat. Even the sound of her breathing aroused him, as did the feel of her heartbeat next to his. Although her scent and nearness made his morning erection harder, his lust was superceded by a tremendous feeling of rightness. This was how he wanted to wake up for the rest of his life.

“Good morning,” she mumbled.

Her eyes popped open, and Zeo smiled as he watched her delicate yawn. She was such a lean little kitten, yet he saw her muscles flex when she stretched her arms and legs.

With a rumble of want, he caught her lips with his and kissed her thoroughly. By the time he drew back, he saw she wore that dreamy expression he liked.

“You’re better than my alarm,” Pixie teased him.

Zeo chuckled. “Come. I will feed you.”

To his surprise, she scrunched up her face at him. “You’re always feeding me. My mom does the same thing, only she says it’s because I’m too skinny.”

Growling, Zeo pulled her against his throbbing cock and squeezed her smoothly rounded behind. “I do not think you’re too skinny.” He nipped her chin. “Your body is perfect as it is. I only feed you to keep you healthy.”

It also satisfied something primal in him to provide for his mate, to prove that he could take care of her.

“What makes you think I can’t get my own food?” she asked.

Impossibly, Zeo’s erection stiffened even further. This was the first time she’d challenged him, and he liked that she dared to question him. It meant he didn’t frighten her anymore.

“Perhaps I worry you’ll forget. When you lose yourself in your art, you do not always remember to take a meal.” It was just a guess, but he felt sure he was right.

She confirmed his suspicions. “How do you know that?”

“I know you.”

Reluctantly letting her slip out of his arms, Zeo watched as she pulled on a pink, fluffy robe. The silly garment should have made her look girlish, but instead it turned her into something edible. He had a tough time wrangling his hard-on into his jeans.

A few minutes later, they settled in her tiny kitchen.

“Zeo,” she said after several minutes. “I think we need to talk about some things before we get married on Tuesday.”

He instantly stilled. Was she having second thoughts?

Instead of meeting his eye, Pixie fiddled with her plate. “Do you want kids?”

His breath rushed out of him in relief. So this was what she wanted to discuss.

“Yes, I want lots of children with you.” Zeo was sure she’d make a wonderful mother, and he’d always wanted offspring.

“I was thinking maybe a couple.” She audibly swallowed. “And I don’t want to have any for several years. I’m still young and figuring out who I am, and we need to learn how to live together just the two of us first.”

Zeo thought about it. Since he was one of two children, he really couldn’t argue against limiting their progeny, especially if they had one of each, a boy and a girl. If they didn’t manage that on the first batch, they could always discuss having more kids until they had both genders. As for the waiting, he agreed with her reasoning. Although Nimanians typically started trying to have a family immediately after their mating ceremony, he liked the idea of having her all to himself for a while.

“Okay,” he agreed.

He could see she was relieved.

“So, after the wedding—the mating ceremony—will we…?” She left her question unspoken.

Thanks to Quinn’s advice, Zeo knew what she must be getting at. “We will take the honeymoon.” He’d grown to like the alien concept. “I have the whole week off. Where do you want to vacation?”

She finally lifted her head and stared straight at him. “A honeymoon? We’re going on a honeymoon? And I get to pick where we go?”

“It is a New Earthling tradition. I’ll go where you do.”

The joy that dawned on her face made him feel ten feet tall. He may not understand all of her ways, but he’d definitely done the right thing.

“You’re going to think I’m weird,” she said, but she sounded excited. “I’ve always wanted to stay at one of those cute little B&B’s way outside the city. Can we do that?”

“Yes.” In that moment, he would have agreed to anything to keep her happy. As it was, he liked the idea of getting out of the city. “Choose the one you want, and I will make the arrangements.”

Zeo nearly tipped over in his chair when she launched herself into his arms. Stunned by her sudden assault, he sat there like an idiot while she rained kisses over his face. Before he could regroup enough to kiss her back, she let go and reclaimed her seat.

“This is so amazing. I can’t believe this is really happening to me.” She drew a deep breath and visibly calmed herself. “I hadn’t even thought of a honeymoon, though. What I wanted to ask you was where will we live?”

Feeling like he was on a bumpy ride, Zeo scowled in confusion. He’d shown Pixie his living quarters when she’d come to dine with his family. There was more than enough space there for her, and they could move into a larger family unit when they had children. Pixie could even have a studio to work in. He’d learned she’d been sneaking up to the rooftop of her apartment building to work on her art.

“My home is adequate,” he pointed out.

He watched her nibble her bottom lip. That nervous gesture usually preceded her saying something she thought would cause trouble.

“Your place is fine,” she told him. “It’s just … well, all your family is there. I don’t think I could deal with them being right on top of me like that day in and day out.”

Ah, so she doubted herself. She thought she couldn’t handle his fellow Nimanians.

“They are not allowed in my personal territory without permission,” he assured her. “You will not have to worry about unannounced intrusions. As long as you stand up for yourself, the members of my community will respect you.”

“Not all of them.” She wrung her hands together. “Zeo, I can’t do it. I know your family means a lot to you, and I’d never try to ruin that. We can live close to them. I just don’t want to live
with
them. The main reason I left my parents’ home was so I could be my own person instead of struggling to assert myself all the time.”

Which was exactly what she’d have to do in his community. His argument with Leoni had reminded Zeo of this fact quite recently. Nimanians were fierce, loving, and loyal, but they were rarely easy. Still, he’d never considered leaving his people. Where would he and Pixie go?

“You want to live here?” The question came out as a growl and made Zeo sick to his stomach.

Her apartment was fine for short visits, but he’d go mad if he had to stay here long term. There was no greenery, no life. He’d feel like he was in a cage.

“Maybe we could find a new place,” she suggested. “One we both like.”

That had … potential. Zeo still hadn’t fully absorbed the idea of living outside his community. If he could share a comfortable living space with Pixie, though, then he knew he could adapt. For her, he’d accept a lot.

“We can look for a place.” It wasn’t like he wouldn’t still see his family at work every day.

The tender look she gave him warmed him from the inside out even as it worried him. He wondered if she’d ever realize how much power she wielded over him.

* * * *

Pixie was relieved she and Zeo had hashed things out. For the rest of the day, though, she felt bad about asking him to leave his community. Although she stood by her decision, she decided she’d move in with him until they found their own place. Her apartment was too tiny for the two of them, and she was living on a month to month now anyway.

Fortunately, she didn’t have to worry about moving just yet. After scrolling through several onscreen promotional videos, she found the B&B of her dreams. It looked cozy and sunny and was as rural as Trilanta got. She told Zeo about it and left him to make their reservations. Since this was the off-season for tourism, she didn’t anticipate any problems.