The deep bass of his voice jerked my attention away from his cock and up his body.
He had his arms crossed in front of his chest.He had really, really nice arms. Big biceps. Magnificent chest.
What was wrong with me?
Literally five minutes ago, I’d been terrified, and now I panted over his chest. My mind was muddled, off, like I’d taken too many blows to the head.
“Um. Sorry? You’re not going to kill me now, are you?” I asked, forcing my eyes to stay on his face. It was an actual struggle not to look back at his crotch.
He chuffed again and extended his clawed hand to me.
I stared at it for a moment, then slowly extended my hand to grip his fingers. There were six of them. His hands were hot, and it made a nervous giggle try to bubble up out of my throat. I pressed my lips into a hard line to keep it down.
He pulled me to my feet.
“Thanks,” I said.
Again, I was staring at his chest.
His very close chest.
His skin was shiny, and smooth like oil, and he smelled so damn good. Before I could stop myself, I pressed my nose into his chest, breathing deeply. He was hot. His skin was so soft and his muscles hard. He smelled like musk and sex and war.
Before I did something truly insane, like climb him like a tree, he gripped my shoulders and gently pulled me away from him. He said something in that Mordor voice, but I didn’t understand! For the first time, I wished the superbugs had worked.
“I don’t understand. I don’t have any translating bugs inside my body,” I said, frustrated. I felt like stomping my foot like a toddler.
He nodded his head and released me. He walked around me, through the door, and looked at me. When I didn’t move to follow him, he reached out with his tentacle and wrapped its three-pronged grabby things around my wrist. They weren’t as hard as they look and they must have joints or something. They could close all the way around my wrist like actual fingers. It weirded me out, but I managed not to rip it off me. He tugged me after him and I followed like a good little doggy, off to the side so I didn’t get taken out by his tails. My restraint should earn me a medal. A Nobel peace prize, really.
I took the time to study his back. The ridges from his head ran all the way down his spine to the base of his tails. They started small over his head and got larger the further down his spine they went. They glowed between the seams. His tails had the same glowing spiraled dots as his tentacles. He had a larger middle tail with two slightly smaller ones flanking on either side and they must be really flexible with the way he was rolling them around. He had excellent control; he hadn't smacked me with them yet.
He made no noise when he walked. For a being that had to weigh a ton, that was pretty amazing. You’d never hear him coming. You’d just be dead.
Shuddering, I questioned my sanity for the millionth time. He still smelled like sex on a stick! I wanted to rub up against his back like a cat in heat.
I looked at the tentacle and its finger things wrapped around my wrist.
He had really excellent control over these too.
My dirty,dirty, completely cracked mind went straight to the gutter.
I needed my head examined.
When we came to the locked blast door, he let go of my wrist and stepped to the side. I rubbed my skin where he’d gripped me. It was hot from his touch and I was so totally not aroused by that.
Not. At. All.
Giving myself a little shake, I brought my fist up and banged on the metal door.
“It’s me. We’re good. Open up,” I called.We were not good! I wanted to fuck an alien! Send help!
The locks disengaged, and the door slid open.
On the other side, Patty and the shark stood, with her pointing the gun at him. She turned when she spotted us and raised the gun halfway in the big bad’s direction. I shook my head at her and she frowned, but lowered the weapon. There was no telling if the gun would even hurt him or not. Enemy of my enemy is my friend, and we don’t shoot our friends. No matter how scary they were.
The shark squealed and tried to run for it when he spotted the Orixas beside me.
He didn’t make it two steps before tentacles snatched him into the air. The Orixas started shaking the shark and roaring at him in his language.
