6. Micah

CHAPTER 6

MICAH

King of the Monsters: Are you and Andromeda ever gonna come out of the giant spaceship you've landed on Wolfgang's lawn?

King of the Monsters: Or are you too busy enjoying that Alienussy?

"Does my babygirl need more?"

Ziggy's voice in my ear had me squirming as much as humanly possible while being pinned to the floor of the landing bay and fucked within an inch of my life.

More, more, more!

For once, I didn't defer to the horny voice in my head. "Ziiiig…" I whined, gasping as he switched to a series of punishing thrusts. "They're… waiting.. for… us…. out— fuck —side."

Ziggy growled demonically, and I realized he was past the point of reason. "We're not leaving until I've filled you with my cum. Not until you smell like mine—until everyone knows you're mine. "

Well, if I must.

It was no hardship to let my big, skerry, body snatching alien have his way with me, even if he had nothing to worry about. Ziggy knew every one of my fantasies—and who some of them were about—but, in the end, I was just a slutty little planet orbiting him.

Case in point.

In no time, I was babbling unhinged nonsense and painting the landing bay floor, tightening around Ziggy as he unloaded inside me, gripping my hips so roughly, I knew there'd be bruises for days.

Space Daddy knows what I like.

He'd blessedly stopped short of putting a fresh mate bite on my neck, but there was no escaping his favorite part. I groaned as he slowly pulled out, his gaze no doubt riveted to my hole as cum dribbled out and ran down my thighs.

What a perv.

I love it.

"Plug yourself up," he commanded to literally no one's surprise. "I want to still be inside you when we go out there."

I huffed, even as I immediately rolled onto my back and obeyed—using my powers to form a goddamn butt plug like the horndog I was. "You do remember there's already a permanent piece of you inside me, right?"

That I'll always belong to you?

When he simply smirked, I pointed to the mess he'd made between my legs. "Can you at least clean up the overflooo okay! Jesus, Zig! Don't get me going again with that magic tongue. Zion's gonna start banging on the door any min?— "

Just then, someone— definitely my eldest brother—began banging on the outside of the landing bay's ramp, inches away from my head.

Instant. Boner. Killer.

With a heavy sigh, Ziggy backed off so I could stand, pull up my Han Solo pants, and make myself look somewhat presentable.

Let's be real—everyone's gonna know…

"There he fucking is!" Zion shouted, charging up the ramp before it had even finished deploying. "There's the runaway space bride!"

I am never gonna live down that note I left behind.

My big bro lifted me into a crushing hug as I squeaked and funneled all my powers into not breaking the seal. After lowering me to my feet again, he turned to face the alien I could feel looming possessively behind me.

"Hey, Andromeda!" My brother held out his enormous hand. "Welcome to the family."

Squeeeee!

It was all I could do not to jump up and down and clap my hands at this show of acceptance, but for the sake of Ziggy's bad bitch mercenary reputation—and my mediocre one—I managed to keep my cool. I still guzzled down my Space Daddy's surprise and relief as his soft boi emotions resonated through our witchy bond.

I see you, boo.

"Thank you." Ziggy shook Zion's hand, outwardly emotionless as always. "It's not official yet, as Micah said he has a… Pinterest board he needs to show me first. "

Hell yes, I do!

Space Married to My Space Husband.

Zion chuckled and gazed down at me fondly. "That checks out, but not tying the knot yet doesn't make it any less official. When a Salah knows he's met his mate, he just knows."

As if on cue, another set of heavy footfalls lumbered up the ramp with all the grace of a bull in a china shop, announcing the arrival of my brother-in-law, Baltasar Suarez.

"Hey, Micah! Hey, Alien Rambo!" The villain high-fived me and waited a good twenty seconds for Ziggy to play along before dropping his hand. "Glad you guys could make it in time to hitch a ride with us on Wolfy's jet. Not that Stellarians need a plane, or a spaceship… Why do you have a spaceship, anyway? Oh! Did you know I'm part Stellarian, Ziggy? I mean, more so than the average supe… although not as much as the twins. Hey! Did you spill something?"

It took my post-orgasmic brain a few extra seconds to follow the path of Balty's pointing finger—and his dizzying train of thought—to discover we'd forgotten to clean up the mess I made a few minutes ago.

Maybe the Lodger 79 has a trap door I can disappear through, theeenks.

"It's space milk!" I blurted out, trying and failing to keep my cheeks from heating under Zion's knowing gaze. "I was… drinking milk in here earlier and must have… spilled it…"

Or maybe I could just spontaneously combust.

Zion chuckled, not buying my bullshit in the least. "That also checks out. On that note, I don't suppose either of you milk-drinkers might consider showering before sharing the jet with us?" His gaze flickered to Ziggy as his smirk grew to evil Grinch levels .

"No." My man's reply left no room for argument. "We won't."

"Space milk?" Balty mused, apparently still stuck on that part of this train wreck of a conversation. "Does that mean there are space cows?"

"There are definitely animals in space." Zion continued to play with fire. "And I'm not talking about Lacertus."

"Okay!" I clapped my hands and pointlessly shoved at my brother's enormous frame, hoping to get him moving away from possible death. "You were so eager for us to leave the ship, so let's all leave!"

He moved—only because he wanted to—shooting Ziggy one last shit-eating grin before sauntering off with Balty on his heels, still chattering on about "space cows."

"Welcome to the ruthless ball-busting that comes with being part of a big family!" I slung my arm through Ziggy's and steered him down the ramp. "I know it might take a minute for an only child like you to acclimate?—"

"I'm not an only child," Ziggy interrupted quietly, as if he didn't want the jocks ahead of us to hear him.

I followed his gaze to find the infamous Mafia Queen watching us from the door of the Suarez family compound.

Gulp.

He was wearing tight black pants and a billowy white dress shirt, topped off with leather gloves. It was giving Anne Rice brat prince vampire moonlighting as a rockstar, and I'd never seen anything more scarily accurate in my entire life.

It was wild enough that my brother had married a member of this infamously villainous clan, but that the one co-ruling all the baddies was barely over five feet tall was the wildest plot twist of all.

"Frérot. Micah." Simon only gave me a passing glance before pinning Ziggy with a piercing stare. "I wondered if you'd show your face, Star Hopper."

Double gulp.

There was something buzzing through our bond I couldn't put my finger on, but Ziggy remained as cool as ever. "My fiancé received an invitation, and as his clan is aligned with yours?—"

"Oh, psssh…" Simon waved one of his iron fists dismissively. "You are my blood, Ziggy, and that trumps any alliances forged on the dotted line." His green eyes turned hard. "In fact, your relation to me is the only reason you're still alive—after what you did to my inventus."

Imma just go wait on the ship…

Ziggy made an amused sound. "And who would have enacted justice, Simon? The Hand of Death is powerless against me, and you can only draw from his powers—like a parasite. The only creatures on this planet who could give me a fair fight are Micah," he flashed me a sidelong look of admiration, "and any true Stellarians."

Simon bristled, his nostrils flaring as he pressed his lips into a thin line. I was sweating on the sidelines, but I knew these figurative dick measuring contests were how supes operated.

It's how the game is played.

What was happening here wasn't dire—more of a show of dominance—but I was still blasting Ziggy with unadulterated pride at how he was holding his own against the littlest tyrant that could .

That's my man!

My mood fizzled as an evil smirk stretched across Simon's deceptively delicate face. "Well, lucky for you, there's only one other true Stellarian under this roof tonight."

Ziggy's impassive facade cracked as he tensed, and I immediately knew Simon had won this round.

Asshole.

That croissant munching motherfucker had the audacity to laugh at Ziggy's reaction, and it was all I could do not to unleash my mechanical tendrils and bitch slap him back to his home country.

Respectfully.

"Mon Dieu!" Simon's threatening expression morphed into one of pure mischief. "You should have seen your face, Ziggy. I wish I'd taken a picture…" He reached out a gloved hand and waved us toward the door. "Come. It's only Luca inside, not Theo. Trust me when I say I'm in no rush for round two of that reunion."

"Likewise," Ziggy grumbled as he crossed the threshold and stomped inside.

Leaving me alone with Simon.

All the gulps!

I shrugged awkwardly. "He doesn't like to lose."

Simon dragged his cold gaze over me, clearly finding me wanting. "Good thing he has you as his sidekick, hmm?"

This is gonna be a long week.

"Yeah, well…" I rubbed the back of my neck and tamped down the suicidal urge to tell Simon to go fuck himself. "It's not the size of the supe but the tricks up his sleeve, ya know? "

A genuine smile stretched across his face. "Quite."

My gaze drifted in the direction Ziggy had disappeared. While I agreed that postponing the Ziggy-Theo reunion was smart, I was a little bummed out to not see Gabe tonight. There hadn't exactly been cell service in space, so our frequent texting had been forced to go radio silent until we reentered the atmosphere.

Maybe I can invent a satellite ? —

Realizing Simon was staring at me expectantly, I hurriedly made conversation. "Is, uh, Luca gonna be cool?"

Because I'd rather not battle another Stellarian just yet.

That shit was stressful!

Simon's gaze softened as he sighed. "Luca is lovely, although annoyingly neutral to our petty squabbles. I suppose Switzerland is to blame for rubbing off on him…" He shook his head and gestured that I should enter. "Won't you come in? Betsy is about to serve her famous boeuf bourguignon before we depart, which means I'm about to silently critique its no doubt lacking authenticity."

I nodded and followed him inside the infamous Suarez family compound.

This is gonna be a very, very long week.