About to crawl into bed, he stopped. She looked odd wearing just his pants, and besides, they were damp with the lingering traces of her climax. He tugged those off her as well, grinning as he imagined her reaction when she woke. If I'm lucky, she'll jump up to harangue me and treat me to a show of her breasts jiggling. A chuckle on his lips, he clambered into the bed beside her, nude as well, and tugged the covers up over both their forms.
"Lights off." The room darkened, and he lay on his back, much too aware of her lying beside him. He tossed one way, then tossed the other. He rolled onto his back and sighed. Sleep eluded him and he didn't need to look too far to find the cause.
What was it about this barbarian female that drew him? Allowed her to get away with audacities that he'd killed others over in the past? He could name so many things about her he disliked, and yet, he couldn't kill her. Frukx, he couldn't even toss her out of his bed. Did she exude some kind of alien hormone that made him grudgingly spare her? Impossible given how thoroughly his medical unit examined her. And yet, here she lay, quiet for the moment, but that would surely only last until the sleeping period ended. And he could just imagine the rant she'd subject him to. A grin spread over his face as he looked forward to sparring with her.
A rustle of fabric gave him only a moment's warning before a lush, naked body rolled onto his. He held his breath as she snuggled into his side, her arm draping over his chest, while her thigh flung over his. Her warm breath tickled the skin of his torso, and for a moment, he thought of shoving her away. He'd dumped more than one female out of bed when she'd attempted to cuddle. Yet, still in the grips of some strange mood, he instead wrapped his arms around her to tuck her in closer and before he knew it, he slept as well.
Chapter Five
Megan woke with a pounding head and a thick tongue.
What happened? Well, other than almost dying and getting kidnapped by a hunky alien pirate. Those parts she remembered in glaring detail.
The last thing she recalled involved dinner, and that yummy tasting wine. Then …
Oh, god. She groaned aloud and something shifted under her cheek, something solid and skin covered. Her eyes popped open and she stifled a second groan as she discovered herself plastered to one very large, purple body. Although mortified, she couldn't help noticing how deliciously solid he felt. Flashes of the previous evening careened through her mind-mainly her riding him like an overdressed cowgirl and getting off. Her cheeks heated with embarrassment and her cleft moistened in interest. Oh, shit. I threw myself at him like some slut. And loved it. Even now she could remember the heated passion, the powerful feel of him, then nothing after her climax achieved from just rubbing against him. She squirmed and another fact became glaringly evident.
I'm naked, and yet I don't recall stripping.
The only conclusion to draw from her undressed status was they'd done it and she didn't remember a thing. She didn't know which bummed her more: her appalling actions while drunk or the fact she couldn't conjure up a single recollection from her first-and only, dammit-bout of alien probing. Her snide mind-and wakening libido-wondered if she could ask for a repeat. No! That was crazy thinking. There would be no second round. The pirate did plan to sell her, after all, and she did have some self-respect, now that she was sober anyway.
The chest under her cheek shifted, and she ended up rolled onto her back with a very happy-to-see-her alien poking at the juncture of her thighs. His powerfully built arms held him up at an angle that kept his chest off hers, but his groin snug up against the apex of her thighs. Hot tingles at his proximity made her body thrum with wakening desire and she almost let her legs part to see his version of a good morning. However, a lack of coffee and pig headedness made her clamp them shut tighter instead. During her inner battle with her libido, he peered down at her, his face wearing a serious mien at odds with his tousled hair.
"You are awake." He stated the obvious.
"No kidding." She didn't move for fear of inadvertently titillating him and giving her body more ideas than it needed. Already, the heat radiating from his body, suspended over hers, made her nipples pebble and her cleft moisten further.
"You appear displeased." He didn't seem surprised.
"You took advantage of me," she accused.
His dark brows shot up and his lip curled into a sneer. "In your dreams, Earthling. You mauled me. I simply took what you offered, make that almost begged me to take. "
The jerk would point out that fact. "I was drunk and you took advantage to fuck me."
He snorted as he rolled off her and her body immediately mourned the loss of his warmth. "If you are implying I plowed your sex, then you're mistaken. I'm not into unconscious females."
"Then how do you explain my nakedness? While I remember kissing you, as I recall, I wore clothes at the time."
"I stripped you for your comfort. Next time I'll just dump your drunken carcass onto the floor and keep the bed to myself."
She didn't like the callous way he acted, and refused to admit she might have brought it on herself with her accusations. "You're a jerk." Who obviously didn't like what he saw enough to take advantage. She didn't understand why that bothered her. She should have celebrated the fact she remained relatively untouched.
"Shrew."
They glared at each other over the expanse of the bed and that's when her eyes strayed, catching on to the fact that she currently had one very big, naked alien to peruse. And oh my freaking god, he appeared hotter than she fuzzily recalled.
Muscles delineated his upper body and she sucked in a breath at the sight of the rings piercing his skin where she noticed a lack of nipples. He'd quite enjoyed the way she'd tugged and sucked on his pectoral ornaments, and her pussy moistened further in remembrance. She couldn't help her eyes from straying down his rock hard abs-who owned their own little abs-down to the vee of his hips. Lacking modesty, apparently, since he stood proudly with no attempt at covering himself, she let her gaze wander even lower to his hairless groin. From between his heavily muscled thighs, his massive cock jutted, stained a dark mauve color while its thick head blushed pink. And that's when she noticed the freakiest thing.
"Oh, my fucking god, you've been neutered!"
"What?" he barked, planting his hands on his hips which drew even more attention to his crotch area-his ball-less crotch area.
"Neutered, spayed or whatever the hell you call it when you've had your balls chopped off. Dear god, don't tell me that's how you aliens practice birth control?" Megan couldn't help the horror that seeped into her voice. And he called humans barbaric.
Wider and wider, his eyes grew, his throat working soundlessly. When he finally managed to utter something, it emerged a cross between a snort and laughter. "You are absolutely insane. What are you talking about?"
"Your balls. You know, the two round things that hang under your dick. What happened to them? Did they take them from you when they sliced off your nipples?"
A pair of purple hands came up to cover his face, and his shoulders shook as he mumbled under his breath.
Megan leaned forward, ignoring her own nudity as she got closer in case he needed a shoulder to cry on. Her observation might have lacked diplomacy, but she could at least be kind about the fact he found himself maimed.
"There, there. Don't cry. I'm sorry. It's just, how awful for you that you've been mutilated. Did it hurt? Can you still function, like, you know, a man down there?" Judging by his rapidly dwindling cock, she had to wonder at his ability to cum. Perhaps an inability to ejaculate was why he'd not molested her when he had the perfect chance.
Noise came from behind his hands and it sounded suspiciously like laughter. She frowned at him.
"Earthling," he managed to sputter in a choked voice. "You should have chosen a career in the comedic arts." He peeled his hands away and she saw his face twisted in a rictus of mirth. "Those balls, as you call them, are tucked into my body, as is the case with all of my kind. Only a less evolutionized race would keep their seed sacs out in the open where they are vulnerable to damage. As for nipples, females have nipples, not males. Why would we? We are not the ones who feed the young. There is nothing wrong with me. You, however, you're one to talk about deformity with your two breasts and that hole in your stomach."
Megan gaped at him. "Deformity?" She grabbed her heavy breasts and held them up. "Do these look deformed to you? I think my tits are perfectly beautiful, thank you. And as for my belly button, all humans have one. It's because we're normal."
"Says you," he retorted. Despite his assertion she was far from perfect, he couldn't hide the fact his cock rapidly re-inflated at her self-grope.