Her teeth sink into her bottom lip and the shake of her head is so subtle, but it is there.
“You did,” I insist through my grin as I lean closer to rumble low to Polly, and Polly alone, “if I had known that all it would have taken for you to accept me was a little bit of cunt licking, I would have sought out the stonecock pollen myself.”
She gasps and slaps me on the arm. “Aloryk!” she laughs, and I know it is the best sound to have ever been heard in Trixikka lands or the others beyond it.
We grin at one another but she cannot seem to help averting her gaze away from mine to look at her lap, her cheeks turning rosy.
“Are you tired, my Polly?” I ask. “Should we retire to our nest?”
Blinking at me, my beautiful female tucks some of her hair behind her ear before nodding.
Chapter 18 - Polly
Aloryk offers his hand to help me up from the ground. I take it, enjoying the feeling of how his huge palm and rough fingers envelop my hand completely, almost making it seem dainty in comparison. And feeling ‘dainty’ is very new for me.
“You ok?” Chastity asks as Aloryk starts to tug me away from the others. She lifts her chin, and has that look in her eye that every girl knows. It’s the look you give your friend when you’re trying to get a gauge on whether she needs rescuing from a guy. I’m notnormallythe recipient of those looks back on Earth, but I’ve doled out a lot of them. The worst ones are when your friend definitely wants you to intervene but the guy gets all pissy because the ‘fat friend’ is cockblocking him. They don’t understand that they never had a chance to begin with, and my prettier friends were just being polite.
It feels a bit topsy-turvy for it to be the girl who looks like Chastity - a girl, I have since found out was a porn star back home - to be the one givingme‘the look’.
“I’m good,” I smile, grateful for her checking in nonetheless. I just got here and yeah, Aloryk claims I’m his girl, but they don’t know if I claim him right back, or if I want to take it slow. “Good night,” I offer out to everyone, along with a dorky little wave as Aloryk seems to pick up his pace.
Is it wrong for me to be kind of excited right now? There was a lot of talk about the other rescue party while we were eating.Alana’s guy is heading it up and I could tell she is anxious for him to return. And they’ve all gone back to that horrible cave to face those nightmarish creatures.
I try to temper the butterflies flitting about in my stomach with the way Aloryk’s thumb keeps brushing back and forth over the back of my hand in his.
I don’t think anything’s going to happen tonight. The poor guy is bandaged up and healing. Plus, he spent the whole of last night with his face between my legs so he must still be tired.
My cheeks flush at the memory of how desperate I was for all those orgasms he was so happy to give, and I find myself peeking up at Aloryk as he guides me to his home.
His home.
Funny how that makes those damn butterflies of mine flip around. It’s just a hut, but it’s his, and there’s something about that that blooms a warm feeling in my chest.
Once we reach the small stone structure with the woven-leaf roof, it looks remarkably like all the others around it, especially with only the light of a nearby small fire. Aloryk hangs back, gesturing for me to enter first.
There is a collection of spears leant up against the stone wall, a huge nest just like the ones Chastity had shown me in the girl’s hut, and pots and trunks too. It feels homely, but, kind of lonely too when I think of Aloryk living here all by himself. It’s functional and small.
And the man who owns this home is currently standing still, filling the doorway with his huge frame as he watches me survey the place. I turn slowly in a circle, trying to take it all in. When I eventually find myself facing him, Aloryk looks like he’s holding his breath for my approval.
“It’s lovely,” I say, smiling.
And it’s true. I never thought I’d say that about a hut of stone, but it feels cozy with Aloryk here with me.
A whoosh of air leaves him on hearing my appreciation of his home - only for his lungs to seemingly fill themselves back up again, judging by the way his chest puffs with what I can only assume is pride. You know, for a huge, 7 foot alien capable of killing monstrous creatures with his bare hands, Aloryk is kind of adorable.
He steps closer, wearing a boyish grin, his pretty skin-stars dancing excitedly all over his body. There’s a cute collection of tiny ones peppered across the bridge of his nose and on his cheeks, making it look like he has sparkly freckles. But then he’s standing directly in front of me, my head almost leaning right back, and his bent down just to retain eye contact. And it all makes me start to question how I can think of someone so huge as cute and adorable. This guy could crush me in an instant and with very little effort.
Why do I like that, though?
After a beat or two, holding Aloryk’s gaze as we stand so closely, I start to fidget under the intensity of his attention. My eyes drop down to his wide shoulders and then to the broad expanse of his tanned chest. I stare, watching the little neon colored lights putting on a show for me, dancing, whirling, flashing. It’s like his muscles are a stage and his stars are performing auditions, trying to catch a casting director’s attention.
Aloryk clears his throat as if self-conscious about the antics of his stars and having me watch them. “I have something for you,” he says in a low, raspy voice, distracting me from the way all his little lights seem to be turning a lavender shade of purple - the same shade as the dye in my hair.
He turns and opens one of his trunks. I’m wildly curious, but I stay where I am, watching with a clear view of his poor, bandaged wings for the first time. It looks as though they are now arranged in the positions they should be; the left that hadbeen sagging low now at a more natural looking angle and fixed to a splint. I’ve been wanting to ask what the healer had said all evening, but as soon as I’d gestured to them and gotten out a‘your wings… what did-‘, Aloryk had deflected the question before I could even properly voice it.
I can take a hint.
But I’d still like to know.
