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“Much like our gods, you also enjoy praise.”
“Who wouldn’t?”
“You’re beautiful.”
My laugh snorted out. “Thanks, but that’s not exactly what I meant.” I bit the end off the blue pencil, finding it tasted like strawberries. This must be the gods’ version of a fruit platter. So far, my intestines hadn’t protested what I’d eaten. Maybe Icouldsurvive on crystal food like the Zuldruxians.
“Tell me what you mean, then,” he said. “I’ll help you all I can. I want you to be happy here.” He tilted my face and kissed me, the flavors from the fruit making him taste even sweeter.
“I’m going to see exactly what can be produced in the kitchen, and then think about it,” I said after he leaned back and gave me a sweet smile.
“What else could you do that would give you pleasure?”
I could think of a lot of things I’d like to do with Aizor that would give me pleasure, but I didn’t think he meant sexy stuff.
“You work with wood sometimes,” I said. “That chair . . . you could sell objects like that at craft fairs. Which you don’t have. Or need, I guess.”
“Yes, I cut the trees and mold wood from them. I enjoy building things.” He shrugged, his cheeks darkening and his gaze darting away from mine. “It’s a simple thing, but it makes me happy.”
“Could you show me your shop? I have a few ideas for other things I could do here.”
“Of course. Tell me what you want, my pretty mate, and it’s yours.”
This guy was making me reconsider everything I’d always thought I needed back on Earth.
And I wasn’t exactly sure what I should do about it.
Abstinence seemed to have become Aizor’s new best friend. There had been no repeat of the amazing oral and finger sex he’d given me, and while I woke each morning to him lying beside me with a rip-roaring hard-on that had to be uncomfortable, he’d only smile, kiss me sweetly, and slip from the furs.
We shared a bed, lots of conversation while strolling along the paths meandering through the woods near his crystal village, and mealtimes, but no sex.
With four days left until I had to give the crystal aliens my decision, I still wasn’t sure what I wanted to do.
While I could easily imagine myself living here forever, I should want to return to where I came from, right?
“Rise, my pretty mate,” he said, leaning over the bed I still lounged in to tap my ass. He tugged the fur blanket down and the heat of his gaze made my skin tingle.
I’d taken to wearing a thin tunic to bed each night and the crystal aliens, somehow knowing this, made sure a clean one lay at the foot of my fur-covered bed each evening. If I thought too hard about it, I’d find it creepy. Instead, I’d started to shrug it off, as if we had people working here who weren’t keen on showing themselves to us. As long as they didn’t hang around watching us through crystal eyes, I was good.
“I’m sleepy,” I said. “Let me lounge in the furs. I need a phone to scroll the internet until I wake up fully. A head-sized cup of coffee. A spinach smoothie because crystals aren’t cutting it for greens.”
He dropped down to crawl all over me. Yum. He made a fine substitution for anything I might be craving.
First, he started kissing my shoulder. I playfully swatted him away, but when his mouth moved to my neck, I moaned and gave in—like I had when he first touched me. I’d suspected he was holding himself back, and I couldn’t blame him. Why invest time and sexual favors in someone who might leave you?
The more he held himself back, however, the more I wanted him. If he was a guy back on Earth, I’d suspect he did it on purpose. This was Aizor, however, a cinnamon roll alien with a gorgeous body, a tongue that should be patented, and the sunniest personality I’d ever found in a man.
I craved him much more than I should.
A few twists and tugs, and my night tunic went flying, fluttering onto the floor. Aizor devoured my breasts, sucking on one nipple then the other, making them form hard nubs that throbbed. My core joined in on the act, catching fire, and I was soon so far gone, I forgot about everything but him.
I knew right then and there that I’d never meet anyone who’d match this guy in the furs. Or outside the furs, now that I thought about it. But who could think when he was kissing down across my belly, murmuring about how pretty I was, how he adored my lush shape, how he was famished and only eating me would give him complete satisfaction?
When he kissed the top of my pussy, I spread my legs and welcomed him home.
He shot me a tusky smile and nudged my thighs wider.
“Mine,” he growled, his head diving between my legs. He ran his nose through my saturated folds, still snarling. “Mine. All mine. Mine, mine, mine.” He sucked in a breath and exhaled a groan before his tongue stabbed out, driving inside my passage.
