Opal knits her brows together. “Do I have to dance anymore? What about the shots?”
I don’t know what shots she speaks of but I make my promise to her. “You will do nothing you don’t readily want to.”
Opal shrugs, sighing as if resigned, and gestures to the thermal bandages. “Get me some clothes that cover more than this, and I’ll go wherever you want me to.”
Her acceptance of my offer is not the jubilant response I wanted, but I’ll take it all the same.
“Open the security pod,” I tell the Deenz.
He pops open his data pad and begins to input the passcode to unlock its door.
“Wait, wait, wait… I agreed to obtain the human for you, Prince Ke’ain, but please for the love of the goddess, let me process her through decontamination—I already have enough explaining to do to your parents. Let me promise them I did my due diligence for your safety,” Gra’eth pleads with me.
“Fine,” I say begrudgingly before turning back to Opal. “Only a short while until I can feel your hand in mine, sweet creature”.
Her eyes seem far off for a second, but then she turns to Gra’eth and speaks. “I’m not a stray dog asshole, I’m perfectly clean.”
She has fire inside of her, this human.
Gra’eth grimaces before flipping open his communicator. “Send a private decon team to Prince Ke’ain’s estate. We’ve got an incoming package in thirty clicks”.
I look back at the pissed, confused, and still somehow aroused Opal.
Mine.
CHAPTER3
?YOU SAID NO SHOTS?
?KE’AIN
The guards liftthe security pod into a palace transport unit as Opal runs her hands up and down her breasts. Even without an audience it seems that human women are insatiable. She squeezes her thighs together and places her hands on the plastic of the pod as our eyes find each other.
“Soon, little human,” I say with a smile. I get back into my cruiser and settle in for the hour commute to the palace.
* * *
I push at the hard plastic walls now quarantining off the study of my palace apartment. To my right, Gra’eth looks pleased at the sterility of it all, but I’m frustrated to have agreed to this second round of decontamination for Opal. I know she hates the idea after her stray dog remark to Gra’eth, but I also know he’s right. Opal will be a hard enough sell as a palace guest to my parents after these safety measures. I don’t want to make it any harder for her here since she trusted me enough to want to stay.
My face perks up as I see guards lead her security pod into the clean room. I raise my hand and suddenly feel like a lovesick fool as she frowns in my direction.
“Ke’ain, I fear you’re coming across asovereagerto your guest. Why don’t you check with the staff that her quarters are ready, make yourself useful?” Gra’eth grouses.
“Gra’eth, one day I can’t wait to see what kind of creature brings you to your knees. If you think for a second I’m leaving her alone, herfirstnight in the palace, you might be even stupider than I thought.” As I speak the royal attorney rolls his eyes at me.
Once Opal’s security pod is zipped up in the temporary clean room, the decon techs enter the passcode into a data pad, and one holds out a hand to help her step down. It takes everything in me to hold back the snarl that rises in my throat as I see his gloved hand slip into hers. Opal looks back toward me, her pupils entirely constricted, and her face is blanched.
“Opal, it’ll be alright,” I tell the obviously frightened human. “Humans just can carry certain viruses that many alien bodies can’t handle. I had to agree to this to bring you here.”
She relaxes a little as the decon tech guides her to the metal table where she sits her beautiful ass. I find myself wishing my face was her preferred seat instead. I swipe my hand over my eyes in an attempt to clear my head.
The two techs spray her down with an atomized sanitizer. She coughs slightly and sticks out her tongue, her body retching at its chemical taste. One tech behind Opal uses surgical scissors to cut away at the thermal bandages wrapped around her breasts. She wheels around and smacks him on the side of his face with force I didn't think she was capable of. I hear him shout in surprise, and he brings a gloved hand up to the hazmat suit covering his face.
“What the fuck are you doing?” she barks.
The tech looks toward me with wide eyes.
“Tell her we need to remove the thermal bandages to properly decontaminate her,” he says.
