“There’s not much to see.”
“I beg to differ, Quinn. From where I’m standing, there’s not enough time to look at everything I want to see. Thirteen solars may be all I have. Feels pretty rekking inadequate.”
Her pink, pouty lips part and then curve into a smile. “Can you come closer?”
I step until our chests touch, angling my nog down close to hers. She tentatively cups my cheeks, ghosting her hands over them. When I bare my fangs at her, she gasps and then lets out a giggle.
A giggle!
“My double fangs are spectacular, Whisper. Not amusing.” I can’t help but grin at her. “I don’t feel as though you’re impressed.”
“Oh, I’m impressed,” she murmurs. “You’re like my favorite arachnid. Spiders. So furry and cute.”
I scratch at my nog. “You think I’m furry?”
“And cute.”
“But you can’t see me.”
Her thumbs brush along my jaw and to my lips. “I’ve seen enough.”
I playfully nip at her thumbs with my double fangs. “Do your spiders bite?”
“They do. Some are poisonous. They inject their venom into their prey through their hollow fangs.”
“We inject ours through our cocks.”
She snorts out a laugh. “W-What?”
“Aria sometimes calls it voodoo venom, but it’s really called toxica.” I take her wrists in my hands, loving how delicate her bones feel in my grip. “It renders the female useless. The male can then do whatever he wants.”
“Oh.”
“But we are not Kevins,” I murmur, locking my eyes with her brilliant blue ones. “We care for our mates, never take advantage of them.”
“Does it hurt?”
“According to the others, it does not.”
I release her hands and step away so I don’t do something insane like strip her, claiming her right now. Turning my back so she won’t see my straining cock, I strip out of the minnasuit and pick up one of the canisters. I glance over, expecting her to be watching me with unease much like all the other females when they first woke.
Not my alien.
My alien is unzipping her minnasuit and pulling the zuta-metal tool from her hair, sending her chaotic curls bouncing down over her full breasts.
Don’t look.
Don’t rekking look.
But how is one supposed to turn away from the most beautiful thing he has ever seen?
It’s impossible.
Her curves beg to be touched. I crave to run my clawed fingertips over her smooth skin and nip at the soft parts of her with my double fangs. Every male part of me screams to part her lovely thighs and inhale all the sweet female parts of her.
Focus, Oz.
Duty first. Wooing the female onto your cock later.
“The creatures are harmless,” I explain, my voice husky. “Grab that canister and we’ll head down.”
She scoops up the canister and then takes my offered hand. I walk her to the shallow end of the water. We step down several rocks before dropping into the crystal blue depths.
“It’s warm,” she says, gasping. “I expected it to be freezing.”
“Hadrian used to always get reamed by Breccan for swimming down here when he wasn’t supposed to.” I chuckle as I walk her to the edge of the last rock. Her dark hair floats all around us and I peek at her lovely breasts beneath the surface.
“Did I meet him? There’s too many names to keep up with.”
“No, he’s at the prison with some of the others.”
“Are they rekkers too?”
I snort. “More like mortarekkers. You ready?”
“Yes.”
Sucking in a deep breath, I release her and then dive down into the crystal depths of the water. Tiny creatures swim away, frightened by my presence. I swim toward the bottom that glistens and shimmers. Glancing over my shoulder, I’m stunned to see the beautiful alien swimming toward me. My cock is hard and I’m thankful she can’t see the state of arousal I’m in. When she gets closer, I motion for her to follow me. Toward the bottom is a crevasse in the rock wall. I swim into the hole through a short channel that opens into a small room with an air pocket. It goes even deeper here, so the air pocket comes in handy.
I reach for her hand, hauling her to the pocket of air. Only tall enough for our nogs to poke into.
We both breathe heavily, sucking in some much-needed air as we tread water. She’s especially beautiful with her dark hair slicked back and droplets of water dotting her face.
“You doing okay?” I ask, reaching up to hold on to a low-hanging rock that juts out like an arm so I don’t have to tread water.
She takes my lead and also grabs onto a similar rock. Our bodies are so close, her breasts brush against my chest.
“You’re brave, little alien.” Pride thrums through me. Of course my mate would be the bravest and most beautiful.
Good things come to those who wait, as Molly always says.
“I always wanted to be brave,” she says, her lips pulling into a frown. “Like the heroines in all the stories I read. It’s not that easy.”