This time, when I tried to move my hands from their chests, they let me. I wrapped my fingers around theirs and led them from the room, the music and everyone else at the party fading away. The country music anthem we’d all been line dancing to faded into the song from Pretty in Pink’s prom scene. I wasn’t going to be missed. And if I was, all the girls would think I’d found my Las Vegas–style fling.
I might be a little bit crazy for leading two huge aliens to my room, but I wasn’t stupid. I’d stay at the palace with guards around. All I had to do was scream and I’d have an entourage of royal guards swarming.
The farther we got from the public area of the palace and closer to the guest wing, all that was left was me and two Prillon hunks… and their huge, hard cocks. By the time I closed the door to the beautiful bedroom I’d been given, I’d lost some of my boldness. My brain was trying to slut shame me into changing my mind, but my body was ready. My panties were ruined. My nipples were hard.
I’d planned this. A weekend away, although there was no such thing as a weekend in space. Wulf wasn’t in the room to rip Sam’s and Nik’s heads off to protect my honor. He wasn’t even on the planet. Or in the same part of the galaxy. He was on Earth with Olivia, doing talk shows. Ha!
This was my time.
I had two guys with eager brains and cocks as they eyed me.
Waiting.
The energy between us practically crackled, the intensity of their gazes, their need almost tangible.
For me.
That controlled power had me almost whimpering, but I bit my lip to hold it back. I wanted to feel it when they touched me. Kissed me. Fucked me.
A throaty sound escaped.
Nik’s eyes flared. Sam’s narrowed.
They breathed hard. Deep, as if they could scent me, knew that I was wet for them.
That gave me the boldness I needed to continue.
I took Nik’s hand, and I gasped again. His skin was hot to the touch, as if he were an inferno and I was going to get burned. I felt the calluses on his palm, a sign he worked hard with his body. These two weren’t just posh dignitaries who’d come to their queen’s party. Sam was clearly a fighter. A guy in a uniform was hot even in space. As for Nik, I didn’t know what he did, but his muscled physique filled out his Prillon dress clothes in ways a political blowhard from Earth never could. Hell, not one of the males at the party were built anything but huge, fit and hunky.
Nik followed silently over to a plush chair in front of the window. With a hand on his chest, I gave him a push, and he dropped into the seat. He was doing exactly as I wanted, as if I were the aggressor here. If he hadn’t wanted to sit, my little nudge would have had no effect. His hands rested on the arms of the chair, seemingly relaxed. His neck was taut, and I felt his energy, the tension in him, all directed at me.
I glanced over my shoulder at Sam.
Why weren’t they pouncing? Why weren’t they pushing me up against a wall? Bending me over a flat surface? Pressing me into a soft bed? “I thought Prillons were all alpha and bossy,” I said.
Sam approached. For such a huge guy, he was practically silent as he settled beside me, arms crossed over his chest. “Do I not look alpha and bossy?”
I laughed. “You look like you just came from battle.”
He cocked his head to the side, studying me. “Battle, no. Niklas and I only returned from our day’s mission a short time before the party.”
I glanced at the ion pistol strapped to the holster on his thigh. Then the tree-trunk thigh. Then the rest of him in black and with armor, all badass. “Yes, you look very alpha and bossy.”
Sam nodded toward Nik. “As for him, he might not wear armor, but Niklas is an ambassador. This week alone he’s worked with the head of IC to interrogate a Hive Nexus unit, tracked down criminals on Rogue 5 and managed to show up for the queen’s surprise birthing day celebration freshly bathed.”
I’d heard of the IC. Jessica had told me it was like the CIA, only with more power and they had to deal with the Hive as well as all the usual—spies, weapons dealers, drug dealers, slave traders. All of it sounded pretty bad. The fact that Nik had to work with the head of that branch of the Coalition told me a lot about his status and level of responsibility. Although I had no idea exactly what an ambassador did out in space. Didn’t sound like he shook hands and kissed babies. Not by the rippling muscles and calloused hands or the mention of a captured Hive prisoner.
Nik stayed silent as I stared at him, although he did arch a dark eyebrow. The contrast between them was making me swoon. They didn’t look human—their features were too angular, Sam’s gold skin and Nik’s copper-colored eyes not like anything I would have seen on Earth. But God, they were big, muscled bad boys if I’d ever seen one. And I wanted.
Swallowing hard, I compared myself to them. I was average height and a bit too curvy to be fashionable back home. My hair wasn’t just red, it was a dark, curly auburn that I’d been told matched my temper. I was pasty white with my makeup on and burned if I didn’t slather on sunscreen. No one knew what I really looked like under my armor.
Well, no one but Olivia, and she wasn’t here.
I was covered in freckles, especially my face, arms and shoulders. The redhead’s curse. I looked like a speckled freak without the magic of liquid and powders I spread across my skin before I set foot out of my bedroom.
Covered.
I wasn’t smooth-skinned and stunning like the other ladies. Queen Jessica was the perfect, Barbie blonde. Rachel had that dark hair and skin the color of a perfect latte going on. Lindsey, Kristin and Caroline were fair, like me, but they weren’t cursed with a road map of spots covering every inch of their bodies. I shouldn’t even get started about Mikki, with her perfectly straight black hair and petite, athletic surfer’s body. She didn’t have a speck of cellulite.