Chapter 22

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

VYA

Panic, fear, and anger teased my mind in a mild way. I knew I should have felt more than I did, and that should have made me feel even more panicky. But it didn't. Those emotions were too much work. What I did feel was mildly horny, thanks to Khorahn's roaming hands and random boob fondle.

I couldn't blame him for wanting a distraction, though. That cut on his leg hadn't been pretty. I'd braced myself for some major machine stitching based on how deep it had gone. But nope. A little magic, clear spray to pull it all closed, and all that was left was a purple line.

Khorahn startled a yip from me by sitting up and standing in one smooth move.

"Are you sure you should be doing that?"

I looked down at his leg, but instead of seeing his leg, I saw how swollen his top penis was. My gaze flew up to his.

"You're not serious right now, are you?"

He picked me up and started walking out of the room.

"I can't believe you. I can feel you limping. Put me down. Let's go to the bedroom and just lie down for a bit. Give your body a chance to recover."

He completely ignored me and went straight to the shower room.

With a few words, he had that damn alien toilet out of the wall.

"I don't have to go," I said.

Apparently, he didn't buy it because I was drained of everything a few seconds later.

Knowing he wouldn't back down until he got his way, I presented my back to him.

"Get to work so we can get you in that bed."

He said something as he applied his non-cleanser to my shoulders and worked his way down. His hands on me felt so good after watching his death-defying jump out of the cargo bay and the fight with those freaky worm things. Like, really good. Comforting in a way I desperately needed. But I still felt bad that he was doing it when he was hurt.

"You should at least be doing this while sitting," I said, gesturing at the spot in the wall where the bench usually emerged.

He glanced at the spot and said something that caused the seat to appear. I turned around and nudged him toward it. He flashed a smile at me as if my concern was amusing and sat on the bench.

"You're tall, so you'll still be able to reach all of me like this," I said, nudging his legs open for a change.

However, when I stood between them, I paused, completely staring at his two cocks.

"You have no balls. Wow. I guess with that bigger one hanging down, I never noticed."

He smiled so wide I could see the teeth all the way to the back of his mouth.

"Yeah, yeah. Human ignorance is vastly amusing. I get it," I said, turning my back to him again.

He took his time, rubbing me in, skipping over my rear until the end.

His hands slipped between my legs, tapping my thighs in a silent command to give him more room. Without any hesitation, I complied. His slick fingers swept over every inch of me.

A flush started on my chest and spread up to my face. By the time he finished, I ached for more touching and readily turned around, which made him chuckle.

"I know. I'll admit your idea of washing freaked me out at first, but I've always been a toucher. This just feels…right. You know?"

He said something and leaned back to grasp his upper length. Dollops of his shimmery not-cleanser peppered my front. He stopped dispensing when he reached my hips and started rubbing. The shoulders and arms were nice, but the breasts were so much better.

My breathing quickened as he kneaded them just the way I liked and paused to tease my aching nipples.

"I really hope this is making you feel better, too," I panted.

He said something in that soothing tone of his and left my breasts to continue down. Instead of making him bend to reach my legs, I helpfully propped one foot on the seat beside him. It only threw him off for a moment before he coated his hand and started rubbing it in. I switched legs quickly, more than ready for him to address the part of me that really craved his touch.

When he finished that foot, he tried tugging me into his lap.

I shook my head.

"You're hurt. We can work like this for today, can't we? I need to stay off your lap."

He didn't listen. Of course he didn't. He couldn't understand a word I said. So, I was on his lap, facing away from him, and spread wide before I could blink.

"If you bleed purple on me," I said when he tugged me back to his chest, "I'm not going to let you do this again."

His wet fingers slid between my legs, coating my folds. Each pass he made over my clit drew a little gasp out of me.

Steam filled the room, and I melted into his hard body. While one hand brought me closer to the edge, the other palmed a breast and toyed with my nipple.

The orgasm crested, washing over me in gentle pulses. He said something to me, not letting up on his fondling. Not that I minded. I rode out the pleasure until the very last spasm then sighed.

"That was so good," I murmured.

He switched from rubbing my bits to stroking my arms.

By the time the steam cleared, I'd regained enough of my senses to ease from his lap to sit next to him. He hugged me close and stroked a hand down my back as we dried then took my hand and led me from the room.

I shamelessly looked at his sculpted ass. He was absolute perfection. I couldn't say I would be upset if the cut prevented him from putting on pants for a few days. My eyes sure didn't mind the view.

My stomach shamelessly growled again, and he chuckled, rubbing his fingers against the back of my hand. I wished again I could understand what he was saying. Yet, at the same time, I was glad I didn't. I had a feeling I would like him even more if I understood him, and I wasn't sure if that was a good thing.

I needed to get home and reassure my family and my employer that everything was okay. The thought of my job had me looking down at the ruby in my belly button. Only it wasn't a ruby anymore. It was that white iridescent one now. I smiled to myself and glanced at Khorahn's back. He must have swapped it out when I'd passed out after yesterday's orgasm.

In the kitchen, I hopped up on the counter before he could help me and drank my water quickly. I didn't want him standing any longer than necessary. Hopefully, once he fed me, I'd be able to coax him into bed.

Sleeping next to him wasn't something I'd wanted to do before that worm show. However, understanding how close he'd come to dying had changed how I felt. Sure, being stuck in space all by myself was concerning, but mostly I just didn't want him hurt.

He'd shown himself to be a kind and considerate being. He was gentle with me. Had a sense of humor. An amazing physique—if I was allowing myself to dwell on the physical, which I was. And he had a way of putting my needs before his that made me feel like the only girl in the universe. Or maybe his universe. And I really liked that.

Although, all of that might have been the mellow from the recent orgasm talking.

As soon as the bowl dispensed from the machine, I stole it from him and hurried to the table. I didn't sit, though. If having me on his lap made him feel better, I'd do that. But I turned the chair so he wouldn't have to swing his legs under the table and risk bumping the side of his leg.

"Have a seat, Khorahn."

He smiled and lowered himself to the chair. I sat, juggling the spoon and the bowl as I carefully lifted and hooked my leg just outside his knee, away from the cut.

The spoon fell from my grasp, and I set the bowl on the table with one hand while bending forward to grab the spoon from the spotless floor.

My fingers had barely closed over the utensil when a hand landed on the middle of my back. It wasn't until that moment that I realized what kind of view I was giving him. With my legs spread this wide and bent over so my head was well below my knees, he had a view of everything.

I tried to straighten, but he held firm with that hand and stroked my hip with the other while murmuring low words I couldn't understand.

"Uh, my face is prettier," I stammered.

The fingers trailed around my hip, skimming my rounded cheek. My face heated, and my pulse doubled its speed at the direction of his continued path. His fingers followed the valley of my ass, lightly passing over my puckered ring on the way to my clit. My breath whooshed out of me when he circled that stiff, sensitized nub. Three times. Then, he trailed his fingers back again. He paused at my entrance, stroking over it and pressing into its wetness just enough to lubricate his fingertips before circling the opening. Four times.

I swallowed hard, no longer sure if my heart was beating loudly in my ears because of the position or because of where he was headed.

His hand disappeared just before reaching my backdoor. I breathed a silent sigh of relief and tried to straighten. However, his hand remained locked on my back.

He said something, and several dollops of not-cleanser hit me in the bullseye. A little yip escaped me at the same time I felt my hole pucker harder in response to the sensation. My core echoed its sentiment with a secondary clench immediately after.

Khorahn firmly pressed his palm against my crease, putting more pressure over the area than ever before. Then he started to move. Small, steady circles that kindled a growing ache for more. When the pressure eased, and a finger gently circled that crinkle of skin, I shivered. The second time around, I clenched. The third, I tried to sit up. The fourth time, I simply moaned. And on the fifth, I almost told him to keep going.

He removed his touch without a word.

Panting, I hung limply, folded in half over his knees.

It took me a minute to let go of his ankles, grab the spoon, and sit up.

Instead of eating and pretending like nothing had happened, I twisted back to look at him and caught him in the act of licking his fingers. I wasn't repulsed. With the freaky toilet and his alien washing, I knew I was clean.

Rather than revulsion, I was so turned on that I wanted to bend over and beg him to do it again.

"I'm in so much trouble."