Chapter 15

CHAPTER

FIFTEEN

MAGGIE

I am no longer a happy potato in a garden with a fluffy bunny.

I am a hot little foil-wrapped baked potato, full of sour cream. Or alien cream. Or something.

I grimace at my own terrible joke inside my own brain, then snuggle up closer to Arkan.

Best. Sex. Ever.

Ever!

Honestly. Honestly! I don't think I'd go back to Earth now if someone said it was possible. I'm hooked on the ole alien lensla.

And I like Arkan too.

I like all of him.

"Take it a day at a time," I tell myself, and Arkan sits up slightly.

"How else would you take it?" He traces a finger up my arm, then kisses the same spot, making me smile.

My stomach rumbles, and the transmitter chirrups again.

An answering chirrup sounds and I bolt upright, squeaking as the sound of male voices rumbles from outside our little love nest.

"I'm naked!" I squeal.

"I noticed," Arkan says smoothly.

I don't miss the way his gaze sticks to where my breasts swing.

"Help me find my clothes or all your friends are going to notice, too," I yelp.

"Maybe I want them to see you covered in my cum," he says slowly.

I blink, at a loss for what to say to that.

Not to mention surprised at the fact I'm a bit turned on by that idea myself.

"Well," I huff belatedly, trying to gather my thoughts.

From the gleam in his eye, I can tell he's noticed I'm turned on.

"I think I'd be more comfortable in my clothes the first time I meet them," I finally spit out.

That, at last, has him springing into action, and my heart melts at how he helps me into the strange jumpsuit. I can't stop myself from kissing him, and when his team of Zerinian outcasts finally appears, I've half-climbed him like a tree.

One of them clears his throat, and we break apart.

My face flushes crimson, but I can't deny I'm slightly excited they caught us making out.

I want them to know he's mine. I want everyone to know it.

Possessive as a gander with his goose.

"My friend, Arkan, what a relief to see you in one piece," one of the Zerinians finally says. There are four of them, five counting Arkan, and I realize he's barely said a word about any of them.

For a split second, I worry Arkan might be upset with them considering his team didn't come for him sooner.

The worry turns to anger. They just let Arkan sit in that Kryger prison ship for ages.

Unbelievable.

"And you as well, my brothers," Arkan says.

The aliens are all undoubtedly the same species, though each glows a slightly different hue. There's a fuchsia-colored alien with light pink hair, one that glows slightly green, another has a silvery hue, white hair, and deep brown skin, and the last is a shade between red and orange, black hair tied up in a thick bun behind his horns.

They are all very politely looking between Arkan and me, clearly unsure how to proceed after finding us mouth to mouth.

"He could have died," I bark.

All four of the rainbow glow brigade stare at me, taken aback.

Not quite how I meant to introduce myself, but something in me spurs me to continue.

Indignant, I take a step forward. "He could have died, and the four of you would have just left him to the Kryger?"

Arkan lets out a harsh laugh, pulling me to him so my back is flush with his chest. His tail wraps around my thighs.

"What does that one say? What is that?" The fuchsia alien stares at me, totally taken aback, and I realize they must not understand me at all. The mind-mapping thingie Arkan and I did… it doesn't work for them, probably because they weren't there.

Huh.

I hadn't even considered that.

"She is mine," Arkan growls. His tail snakes up to my breast, cupping it and surprising the heck out of me.

"She is very lovely," the white-haired one says in a strangled voice. "What is she?"

"A human," I say, putting my hands on my hips.

Arkan's cock is already hard again, prodding into my back, and if I rub up against it a little like a cat in heat, sue me.

"She would have you?" The question is a rumble so deep I hardly understand it. The green alien stares hard at me, not quite as tall as Arkan but thicker, wider and more muscled.

"I would, and I did, and I will again," I say pertly.

Arkan laughs, and the four aliens stare at him until he translates.

The white-haired one grins at me. "This is the species you said the Kryger were taking to the black market worlds? To sell?"

"Yes," Arkan says. "We cannot let them make it to market. These species are soft and delicate."

"And you recovered the Kryger comms device from the prison ship so we can track them?" the white-haired one asks.

My stomach growls again, and I rub it self-consciously.

"She is hungry from all the love-making we did," Arkan says casually.

I bite my lip, torn between embarrassment and amusement.

"Then let us feed your new mate. Then we will find the rest of these human females." There's a glint in the white-haired male's eyes that makes me slightly nervous.

"They cannot be taken back to their planet. Zerinian officials would have a field day," the fuchsia alien pipes up. One of his horns is cracked, jagged where it's missing the tip. "Intergalactic law prohibits relocation of underevolved species. These females will need a safe place to stay."

I close my eyes, fighting the urge to yell about how rude being called underevolved is.

Instead, I raise my chin. "I might love Arkan, but I don't know the rest of you. So don't you dare get any ideas about what you'll be doing with them in their safe place."

Mr, Underevolved can kiss my potato cheeks.

Arkan translates for me, and all four males look aghast at what I've barely hinted at accusing them of.

"We might not be prime Zerinian males, but we are not without morals," the green one rasps in his deep voice.

"Her planet must be barbaric indeed," the white-haired one agrees, frowning at me.

I open my mouth to disagree, but clamp it shut.

They're not wrong .

"Come, little hope," Arkan says, his tail still wrapped around my thigh. "Let us find the rest of your people and get them safe."

The four males nod, turning as one and walking back through the small cave opening.

Arkan's tail slides higher, and I let out a surprised yip as the tip of it strokes me between the legs.

Well.

At least he's not shy about PDA, I guess.

"Humans usually hold hands to show affection," I tell him.

He takes my hand, but his tail flicks against my clit again and I moan softly, leaning against him.

"I will hold your hand, but I prefer to do both."

"We're going to have to have a long talk about appropriate timing," I say, laughing.

He doesn't answer, just gives me a devilish grin before his tail gets back to work as we follow his team to the ship.

It's hard to concentrate with his attentions, but I do my best.

The four Zerinian males in front of me all shine brighter in this planet's sunlight.

"You never told me what the glow is for. Why do you all glow?"

"We are solar warriors," he says easily. "The light is our greatest weapon. It can give life, and it can take it, and we are the few of our people that can wield its double-edged blade."

I try to puzzle out what that means.

Instead, I stop in my tracks as his tail nudges me again and have a shallow orgasm.

Arkan laughs quietly as I lean against him, panting with my release.

"We are going to have so much fun together," he says, beyond pleased with himself.

His cat ate the canary expression makes me laugh, but I bat at his tail.

"No more," I wheeze. "I need food. And sleep. And a real bath."

"Say no more," Arkan tells me somberly.

And with that, he scoops me up and races past his companions to the matte grey ship ahead.

"Out of the way, brothers. My female requires sustenance before I get to plant my cock inside her again," he yells at them.

Truly embarrassed now, I bury my face in his chest and laugh.