Alexandre (15 page)

“But, Alex.” She wriggled when he skimmed his fingers across her rib cage. “You haven’t given me a chance to touch you. How can I search out differences if you won’t let me look? Have you changed back to flesh color?”

A delightful blush covered her cheeks, and he was pleased he hadn’t gone with his instinct to switch off the bedside lamp. He’d have missed the flush of arousal on her silky skin. Alex glanced at his blue tom. Still aroused and very blue. On the other foot, it might have spared his pride if he’d turned off the light. She’d laughed at him and compared him to a baboon bum. He recalled pictures of those creatures with their ugly, matching faces and bottoms. He sobered, and wondered if she’d be laughing later.

“After,” he promised. “I’m too close to the edge.”

Still holding her hands above her head, he brushed a line of kisses across her collarbone then angled down to suck the tip of her breast into his mouth.

“Let my hands go,” she demanded. “I need to touch you.”

By St. Jupiter, he needed that too, so he freed her hands and concentrated on caresses, on learning what pleased Lily. The slow, slide of his mouth against her breast drew small cries from her. Would she cry out and whimper as she had before when he’d pleasured her clit with his mouth? When he slid his fingers inside her wet, moist pussy and thrust slowly in time to his sucking?

Alex grinned against her breast. One way to find out. With one last smacking draw on her nipple, he released the distended bud and kissed his way down her body. Distracted by the scenery on the way, he traced around the edge of her belly button with his tongue.

Her hands clenched in his hair, letting him know she enjoyed his explorations, but Alex didn’t linger. Her spice mint scent spurred him onward. He combed his fingers through the short, brown curls that guarded her pussy. He traced around her clit and lower where her juices ran, crying for his possession. The idea brought satisfaction.

“Alex, you’re teasing me.” Lily stirred restlessly, her hips moving in small demanding jerks as she sought to encourage him to speed. Her clear urgency burned him. His cock twitched, making Alex aware of his hardness. Anticipation throbbed through him, the color of his tom intensifying as his arousal grew. Another extraordinary treat lay waiting for both of them.

First, he blew soft puffs of air against her clitoris. The tiny bud appeared swollen, deep pink with arousal. Alex reached down to her pussy lips and coated his finger in her nectar. The scent alone made him tremble. Feeling the weight of her stare, he glanced up along her rounded belly and luscious breasts before meeting her eyes with a wicked smile.

“Hurry,” she pleaded.

Alex pushed a finger into her slick flesh, her liquid arousal easing his way. He slowly withdrew the finger then pushed in three fingers at once, twisting his fingers until he sensed he’d hit the G-spot the Earth manual had mentioned. When small whimpers of bliss escaped from her, he bent to sweep his tongue lazily across her clit.

Lily shuddered, her legs stirring restlessly. “Alex, come inside me.”

Alex couldn’t have denied her request if he tried. “Only if I can hold you.”

“A different position?” Interest shone in her face.

“Yeah.” Alex rolled her over on her side so she faced away from him.

For an instant, Lily worried about how big her bum would look but the thought faded when she felt the scorching heat of his chest against her back. His erection pressed against the crease between her butt cheeks. Her heart thudded an erratic beat. A frisson of excitement brought a fresh spurt of juices between her legs. Lily wriggled, pushing against his cock.

Alex groaned. “Are you always this impatient?”

Lily grinned over her shoulder at the golden alien. “Only with you.”

“I’ve created a monster.”

“Suck it up,” she whispered, low and throaty.

“Oh, I intend to.” His arms went around her, his hands curving around her breasts and squeezing just enough to cause a frisson of sensation that trod the line between pleasure and pain.

“Lift your leg for me, moon heart.”

As she followed his whispered instructions, Lily made a mental note to ask about moon hearts later. His blue cock slid home then he gathered her tight against his frame and rocked in small, gentle moves that pulled her into magic. He nuzzled her neck and pinched her nipples again. Hard. The ache shot through her, coinciding with Alex’s rocking motion. Pain coalesced into intense rapture. Alex quickened his movements, stroking against her core. Tiny ripples spread deep inside her. She bit her lip, pushing her butt into Alex so he could angle inside her easier.

“Close?”

“Yeah.”

Alex nuzzled behind her ear and nipped the soft skin there. He thrust against her and deep inside, she felt his spurt of semen. Her clit jumped in response, and Lily tumbled into an orgasm that shook her clear to her toes. As she lay there, savoring the aftershocks, Lily pondered his blue cock and semen.

The big blue.

There was a lot more to this alien than she’d suspected. Her mouth tipped up in a smirk. The possibilities were intriguing to say the least.

Chapter Ten

“We’ve nearly caught him. I told you the tracking device was necessary.”

Mattio ignored his younger cuz. If Jabot hadn’t been makin’ eyes at the sloe-eyed bim in the bar, they wouldn’t have had to chase the Prince to this godforsaken outpost in the middle of nowhere. Always fuckin’ up. His parents should have christened him Jabot Fuck-up.

Mattio glared up at the fizzing electric lamp. It cast a white light over the car park, bleaching the bright color from the stationary vehicles and making them appear the same shade.

Earth. The backward blue planet was a boil on the backside of the galaxy. Why Prince Alexandre had traveled here when he had the riches of Dalcon at the snap of his fingers, Mattio had no idea. Probably chasing a willing cunt—bah! Just like the older prince, Alexandre’s brother. No matter. Mattio didn’t want to know. All he wanted was to capture Prince Alexandre, knock sense into the Prince’s blockhead and hie back to Dalcon before the King discovered his precious second son was missing. He didn’t intend to muck up so the King could renege on his promises.

Jabot pointed the tracking monitor around the car park in a slow sweeping motion. The low-pitched beep erupted into a frenzy when it passed a square vehicle.

“Over there,” he shouted.

“If you talk slow and don’t shout, you won’t break into that pissy squeak at the end of your sentence.” By St. Jupiter. Stuck with a dumbass undergrown. Mattio rolled his eyes toward the stars. What had he done to deserve such punishment?

“It’s coming from that square-high box.”

“Vehicle. Didn’t you listen to the Earth speak tapes I gave you?”

“Boring,” Jabot whined.

“Might mean the difference between success and failure.” Mattio worked hard to keep his voice even. He’d learned that shouting or cussing made the undergrown sullen. Although he’d keep the plan in mind for the trip home. Brooding was better than talk. The incessant chatter on the way to Earth had done in his head.

“The Prince isn’t in the box vehicle.”

Mattio thumped his cousin on the shoulder. “I’d be bloody surprised if he was there. Earth people do not sleep in their vehicles. He’ll be inside the building…” Mattio fumbled for the correct Earth word. “Hotel,” he said finally.

Jabot turned toward the hotel, ready to find their target.

Mattio grabbed his forearm and jerked him to a halt. “By St. Jupiter! Where the hell are you going?”

“Prince Alexandre—”

Mattio exerted enough force to make his dumbass cuz concentrate. “Use your brain. There are hundreds of rooms in the building. It’s night. We can’t burst into every room until we find him.”

“Why not?”

“Because we can’t.” Mattio cuffed his cuz across the head. “We’ll wait here until morning and grab him when he leaves the hotel.”

“I don’t wanna stay here.” Jabot’s bottom lip stuck out in a pout.

Mattio counted to ten in Earth speak. It took a great deal of concentration, but he still itched to hit Jabot once he’d finished. The medical man had told him to cut down on stress. How was that possible when he had to deal with Jabot the nincompoop? He reached into his travel suit pouch and retrieved a relaxation wafer. Mattio slid it under his tongue and focused on his cuz.

Jabot glanced around, frowning, then looked at him in a sly way that never failed to cause distress. “Can we sit in the vehicle?”

Mattio sucked in a calming breath just as the medical man suggested and considered the suggestion from all angles. Not bad. Finally, he gave a grudging nod. “Good idea.”

After checking the area for signs of life, he led the way to the vehicle. The tracking monitor went berserk when they stopped beside the blue vehicle. Mattio checked for onlookers again then plucked a Dalcon knife from the sheath attached to his survival belt.

Jabot pushed his nose up to the windows of the vehicle. “Can’t see inside.”

“No matter.” Mattio sidled up to the rear and inserted his knife into the lock.

“Try it first,” Jabot suggested.

As if
, Mattio thought, but if he didn’t try the door, he’d never hear the end of Jabot’s complaints. Mattio glanced at Jabot as he tried the handle. A sharp click sounded and the silver handle gave.
Well, blow me
. He turned his head to grin at his cousin. “It’s open.”

“Told ya.”

Mattio tugged the door fully open and peered inside. A white blur erupted from the corner. A mouthful of teeth and fangs flashed before his shocked face. Mattio backed up rapidly but Jabot hindered his retreat, wanting to see inside.

The thing kept coming, making harsh sounds loud enough to attract unwanted attention.

“What is it?” Jabot shouted in clear panic.

“How should I know?” Mattio snapped, trying to turn and run. His feet tangled in Jabot’s. They hit the ground with a bone-crunching thud.

“Woof!”

A gust of hot air flooded his face. The demon fastened its teeth on his arm and stood over him, and shaking and growling until the teeth bit deep.

“Get him off me!” Mattio shrieked at his cousin.

“I’m not going near that creature. No, sirree!” Jabot darted out of sight behind another vehicle.

The demon growled low and mean. “Woof!”

Mattio wrenched his arm away, timing his move for when the creature opened its mouth to speak. He scrambled to his feet, his gaze wary.

“Woof! Wolf!” The creature stalked closer, its brown eyes boring into him and sapping his strength.

“Run,” Jabot called from his position of relative safety.

For once, his cuz made perfect sense. Mattio’s heart beat with fear as the demon advanced, its curses most foul and menacing. He kicked out with his foot. Sharp teeth snapped, barely missing his boot. Mattio’s store of courage faded, and he turned and sprinted for safety. Seconds later, he flattened himself against the side of the vehicle where Jabot hid.

“Is it chasing?” he gasped, struggling for breath.

“I think we’re safe. It’s going back inside the blue box.”

For once, Mattio didn’t try to correct his cousin. He slumped his shoulders and concentrated on taking deep breaths while his pulse rate settled. When he finally straightened, he scanned the car park to see if they’d attracted attention. They were safe. He couldn’t see another living soul but could have sworn he heard laughter.

* * * * *

Alex stirred beside her and Lily turned her head to watch him while he woke. Despite the lack of sleep the night before, Lily felt rested and relaxed. A grin curved her lips. Alex had shown her things last night she’d never experienced before. And she wanted to do them all over.

“Good morning.” The husky voice broke the silence.

Lily sucked in her stomach and laughed, ill at ease with being caught gawking. “You’re awake.”

“Yeah.” Alex stretched out a hand and caressed her cheek.

Wow. Waking up with a lover was different from a husband as well. The alien looked as though he wanted to eat her. Lily blushed. All over again.

A thump on the door of their room jerked Lily upright. The white cotton sheet dropped to her lap.

“That will be breakfast.” Alex climbed out of the bed and stretched without a self-conscious bone in his body.

Lily wished she’d learned how to whistle. When she pursed her lips and blew, she usually ended up spitting. But oh, boy! If ever a situation called for a whistle, it was this one. “Alex, wait!” She gestured at his blue hard-on.

The thud on the door sounded again. “Room service!”

Alex grinned and tugged a pair of jeans over his erection then sauntered to the door. When he waved the room service attendant into the room, Lily let out a squeak and hid under the thin sheet. She didn’t relax until the trolley wheeled out and the door shut.

“Safe to come out now,” Alex said.

Lily emerged from under the sheet. Her gaze zapped straight to Alex. One glimpse and every trace of spit evaporated from her mouth. The man appeared beautiful even at this time of the morning. Golden stubble decorated his jawline, which seemed a bit strange to Lily considering he didn’t have any other body hair. But it made him look sexy and she longed to run her hands over his torso. While he poured coffee, her gaze drifted over his muscular chest and downward to rest on the unsnapped fastener of his jeans. A pale strip of skin showed, a fraction lighter than the color of his chest and belly. Lily wanted to run her tongue along that strip of skin so badly she trembled.