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Authors: Shyla Colt
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“Don’t over think it, Z. The costume is witty as hell. Going as a crew member from
Star Trek
to an alien ball is the bomb!” Taye said.
Taye fluffed the red curls of her wig and inspected the green hue her skin had acquired via special effects make-up.
“Says the woman bold enough to attend the alien hosted event as a green-skinned extraterrestrial from a planet that caters to the sex trade,” Zasha said.
“Exactly! I’ll scandalize them so bad, no one will notice how stacked Zasha Johnson is.”
Taye’s hand waved over the silver bikini top and mini-skirt in an exaggerative sweep.
“The silver stilettos are the icing on the cake, and that’s not funny,” Zasha said.
“On the real, Z, it wouldn’t hurt you to loosen up and find some masked man to clear out those pipes.”
“You know that’s not me.”
“There’s a first time for everything, and a very sexy alien did invite you personally.”
“Stop right there,” Zasha said.
A vivid vision of Phelan’s sculpted body covered with sweat as he pounded into her was all too easy to conjure. The lust she harbored for him had always made her feel like a dirty voyeur.
In her mind, a casual handshake became a lover’s caress. His smooth baritone, an aphrodisiac, and his lips, a tool to make her think sinful thoughts. She watched him from beneath her eye lashes at every opportunity, her body achy and starved for his attention. By the end of her schooling, she’d been convinced Professor D’Shar could smell the need that permanently saturated her panties whenever she was in his presence. His spine grew stiff. His nostrils flared and the warmth in his tone grew cool anytime she was near him. It was the only excuse she could come up with for his abrupt pull away from their friendship.
“It’s okay to have a crush, you know. It’s not like he’s your superior any longer.” Taye said.
Zasha sighed. What she had was more than a crush; it was an obsession. One that woke her in the dead of night from dreams so molten the only escape from arousal was to take matters into her own hands.
“I don’t have a crush,” she whispered.
“Right,” Taye said.
“Let me grab out bags so we can get out of here,” Zasha said. “We don’t want to be too late.”
The click of her heels on her bedroom floor of were a much needed reinforcement to her courage. A woman who wore shoes like these was no weak flower. She was a temptress who knew her feminine power and wielded it as she saw fit. In mid-journey she made a conscious decision. Tonight she would be anyone she wanted to be.
Happy Halloween, Zasha Johnson
.
****
Less than one hundred feet away, Phelan stood dressed in a pair of black slacks, shiny black boots, and the sky-blue shirt of a
Star Trek
Science officer. A black wig with blunt bangs across his forehead and pointed special effects ears that came to curved points similar to an elf’s completed the look.
“This is classic,” Taye said. “You two would pick romantically linked characters.” It was obvious Taye was amused by the situation they had just walked up on.
“It’s a sign from the universe,” Taye said.
Her tiny fingers locked on to Zasha’s elbow like the Jaws of Life as she made a beeline to their host.
“Taye, what are you doing?” Zasha asked.
She was not ready to begin her role reversal so soon. Her inner vixen was slow to start. Okay, more like had never been used, but still. She needed more time to prepare.
“It’d be impolite not to say hi,” she said.
All too soon they were in front of the man in question. Phelan’s amber eyes darkened to black as his eyes glanced from the top of her head to her high-heeled feet. She felt her body heat, and her panties drench in response.
Why she’d bothered to don a pair at all was beyond her.
“Zasha, I’m glad you could make it,” he said.
He was so virile with a lean muscled frame that appeared ready for action at a moment’s notice. His eloquent manner of speech coupled with the silent power that thrummed beneath the surface provided more swagger than one man should be allowed to have. The sparks of emotion she’d seen in his eyes made her want to unleash the inner passion he hid behind a cordial and cool facade.
“Thank you for inviting me, Phelan.”
A not so delicate nudge in to her side, with a sharp elbow from Taye, broke the spell she’d fallen under.
“I am so sorry. Where are my manners? Hello, Bastian,” she said. “This is my best friend Taye. Taye, this is Phelan, and his brother Bastion.”
The lust filled looks Bastian and Taye exchanged told her from past experience she’d be alone tonight. Taye was picky about who she slept with, but when the attraction hit she didn’t hesitate to follow through.
But that was okay. For once she, too, had plans.
“It’s very nice to meet you, Ms. Taye,” Bastian said. His chocolate eyes filled with admiration.
“And may I say, green is definitely your color.”
“I guess great minds think alike,” Phelan said in reference to the fact they’d both gone with
Star Trek
personalities. The conversation that took place between Taye and Bastian already reverted to background noise. Phelan’s hand gesture from his outfit to her own was so out of character it made her laugh.
“I had hoped it would be seen as humorous and not offensive,” Zasha said.
“I am unsure if humor is the first thought it evokes,” he said.
Her jaw dropped for a brief moment before she collected herself.
His voice had been even but his eyes spoke volumes. The combination blew her mind.
It was clear to Zasha that Phelan D’Shar yearned for her as much as she did him. The illogical thoughts she produced in response involved a dark corner, and a husky request that he take her. She had never considered herself to be a person who’d desire being dominated. But Phelan made her want to lay herself bare and let him do whatever he deemed necessary.
“Well we should be making our rounds now,” she said. Her head turned to the left, and she discovered Bastian and Taye had disappeared.
“It appears you may have lost your companion for the night.”
“Experience assures me I have,” she said.
His dark chuckle sent a shot of electricity straight to her womb. The surge of power made her breast heavy and the walls of her pussy tighten. She had to get out of her and regroup.
“I’ve taken up enough of your time.”
She prepared to turn around and walk away when his hand came to rest on her wrist. What should have been an innocent gesture shattered her composure. The years of denial collapsed as she met his dark gaze and allowed her tongue to sneak out and lick her glossed lips. She was done hiding her attraction to this man. The seductress she’d buried deep had decided to come out and play. The fingers that curved around her wrist gave a tight squeeze before they released her, and he took a step back. His hands placed behind his back as if it was a struggle to keep them from her body.
Anyone else would see a host dedicated to his character. But she saw victory. It was rare to see Phelan ruffled and tonight she’d glimpsed the alien behind the mask. His silent struggle to remain composed woke a side of her she had never known existed. An untrained eye would have missed the variation of his voice and the change in his eye color. Her lips puckered into a pout as she gave him the heated once over his fine form deserved. The light blue shirt molded to his well-formed chest, and the black pants outlined the bulge he sported. The sense of power she held over him made her greedy, and she couldn’t resist a step forward into his personal space.
“I like the pointed ears on you,” she whispered. Aroused by the flair of his nostrils, her voice grew deep and lowered as if she shared a secret. “I always did have a thing for Spock.”
“Why was that, Zasha?” he asked.
The sound of her name on his lips, a silken caress.
“He was my type.”
“What type is that?” he asked. His hands still clasped behind his back as he leaned forward, providing her with his undivided attention.
“Tall, dark, handsome, and alien,” she said.
“Phelan, we hate to disruption your conversation, but we wanted to come over and pay our respects.” The voice turned their attention to the group of guests lined up behind them.
The interruption caused Phelan’s eyes to flash black before they returned to their original amber.
“I think I’ll go find something to drink. Suddenly, I’m parched,” she said.
A thrill of excitement coursed through her as she hurried off into the crowd. Seconds before her departure Phelan had delivered a brief nod and a hint of a smile. He understood her game, and in his own way, accepted. It wouldn’t be long before he found her, and the fun began. Zasha made her way to the punch bowl and ladled a glass, sipping the sweet juice to combat the rise of heat in her body.
****
His grip on his control was tenuous at best. His heart pounded in his chest, and his pulse skyrocketed. He’d expended a good amount of energy to redirect the blood that had pooled to his penis the moment Zasha had stepped in front of him. The wicked words which rolled from her tongue had almost ended with her ample curves beneath him on the marble floor.
Her rich hazel eyes burned a brilliant jade. Her cheeks glowed with a light flush that came on as they flirted. It was a heady combination, innocence mixed with a dash of a naughty temptress. He’d seen a side of Zasha Johnson he never would have believed existed. But as they say, still waters run deep.
With her oval face and high cheekbones, Zasha Johnson was a beauty. But his attraction was about so much more than that. If she thought to escape him tonight, she was sorely mistaken.
The time to hold back passed. The
Wanting
demanded he take her now.
“Are you okay, Phe?” Marsden asked. His eyes full of concern as he strolled over with his date on his arm. Mars was the shortest of them, all at 5’9” with wheat-colored hair and ice blue eyes identical to their mother’s. Sent to Earth to collect recon from a young age, he was the most adapted to their new homeland.
“I’m fine. Why do you ask?”
“Honey, why don’t you go to the punch bowl? I’ll meet you there,” Mars said to his date.
The petite blonde gave a quick nod before she walked away. Her tiny frame swallowed in the sea of people.
“Bro, your eyes are almost black and your skin is the color of a
Smurf
’s.”
“A what?”
“A bright blue cartoon, never mind, it’s obvious something is up.”
“I hadn’t realized,” he said.
“What going on?” Mars asked.
“I can tell you what happened,” Bastian said. They lifted their heads at the sound of his voice as he weaved through people to stand beside them. Confusion was etched on Mars’s face as he looked from Phelan to Bastian. Whatever Mars missed must’ve been huge because Phelan appeared to be trying to skewer Bastian with his eyes.
“Where’s your friend?” Phelan asked.
“She went to powder her nose. Zasha got to you, didn’t she?” Bastian said.
“Why would Zasha do that?” Mars asked.
“You want to tell him?” Bastian asked.
“I don’t think I have much choice,” Phelan said. “Zasha is my mate.”
“What!” Mars said. “How long have you known this?”
“Years.”
“You’ve waited years to claim her! Why would you do that?”
“When we first met she was still so young, barely twenty-two, and I wanted her to have time to become the woman she was meant to be without my influence. I’ve kept my distance to delay the inevitable, but tonight I find myself unable to continue with the charade.”
The admission was wrung from between his pursed lips. His composure on a downward spiral as his body began to quake. His blood grew heated in his veins, and the predatory instincts he kept taped down boiled over.
“I have to go to her.”
His shiny black boots beat a rhythm across the marbled floor as he left to stake his claim.
Among the sea of witches, princesses, and naughty nurses, her six-foot frame incased in a red dress was easy to spot.
Graceful hand gestures followed her words. How he longed to know the feel of those elegant tools on his body. He growled in his throat when an alien male dressed as a vampire sidled over and gave a valiant effort to draw her into conversation. The urge to choke the man for his attempt to take what Phelan considered to be his prompted him to take immediate action. Each step forward filled with purpose. Almost as if she sensed his intent, she looked up and met his gaze. The dilation of her pupils hit him like an asteroid. The beast inside him raged. “Mark her so all will know who she belongs to.”
“I trust that everyone is enjoying themselves,” he said.
He pasted a polite smile onto his lips as he greeted those gathered around her in a circle. Their positive affirmations and comments registered, and he issued the proper responses but his eyes never left Zasha’s.
“I hate to interrupt your conversation but Zasha and I actually have some business to attend to. So I’ll ask that you’ll excuse us.”