hot in a caveman type of way, but also shocking for a woman who had grown up with the right to make her own choices. “And how do you think this Amanda will feel about that?”
“Why, she will accept the honor I extend her, of course.” Maya giggled. Lex frowned at her, obviously not seeing the humor, and she laughed even harder. “Dios, do you have a lot to learn about human women. I hate to break it to you, but while you are one hot alien, that doesn’t mean this Amanda is going to drop everything and run off to be your wife.
Women here have something called choices. You can’t force us to do anything.”
“Are you saying she would refuse me?” The idea seemed to perplex him.
“No one mentioned this to me. My mission says I am to find my mate and claim her. There was never any mention that she might not wish to do so.
Would you refuse?”
“Possible. Depends.” His question flustered Maya and brought once again to mind vivid images of her kissing him while he ground his heavy body against hers. Maya flushed and dug her nails into her palm to control her raging hormones.
“It matters not anyhow,” said Lex dejectedly. “My mission has failed.
With my ship communicator not working, I have no way of locating my intended.”
“Are you always so pessimistic?” she said. “We have something called the Internet and phone directories. Chances are we can still find your lucky winner.” And with those words, Maya wanted to shoot herself. Estupido. Why would I help him when a part of me wants him for myself?
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15
Alien Mate 2
Eve Langlais
“You’d help me?” Lex sat up straighter.
“Yeah, I guess I will. First, though, I need some dry clothes, then some sleep,” she said hiding a yawn behind a hand. “I worked all night. So let me grab a couple of hours’ sleep, and I’ll help you find this Amanda person.”
“Thank you,” he said, standing when she did. Her cheeks blossomed with color, and Lex had to fight an urge to cup her face and kiss her ’til that bloom spread all over her body. Taking a deep breath to dispel his thoughts, he caught an acrid whiff. Sniffing, he realized the smell came from him.
“Do you have cleansing facilities that I might dispel the aroma of that pool ?” he asked with clear disgust. It still appalled him how they squandered water.
“Sure. Just go through that door,” she said pointing with a finger and stifling another yawn.
Lex, who had no modesty, began stripping as he walked, grinning at her squeak behind him. He could only hope his intended reacted the same way at the sight of his body. And he hoped she’d be as buxom as Maya. She certainly has a bosom I’d like to bury my face in.
Stepping into the tiny room she’d designated for bodily cleansing, he looked around momentarily at a loss. He saw a small basin with metallic knobs and a mirror seated above it, a hard white seat, which when lifted revealed a hole with liquid in the bottom, and finally a cubicle with more metal knobs.
Looking down at his sizable erection, a hardness that hadn’t really left since he’d regained consciousness with the lovely Maya straddling him, her lips pressed to his, it occurred to him he should take care of his turgid problem before he cleansed himself. Bracing one foot on the odd white seat, he wrapped a hand around his cock and slid his hand back and forth along its rigid length. Closing his eyes, he wanted to picture his betrothed with her pale hair and blue eyes, but instead Maya filled his mind with her wild, curly hair, her energy-filled brown eyes, and her full lips, lips that would look perfect wrapped around his shaft, sucking. Lex held back a groan as he pictured her on her knees, one hand on his prick guiding him in and out of the wet recess of her mouth. He cupped his balls with his other hand as he continued stroking himself, the thought of her cupping him and—dare he even imagine—licking his sac, making him tremble and break out in a light