Leave it to Sambor to be crude, but her eyelids flared in shock, then dropped to hide her desire. Her pink tongue flicked out to wet her lower lip. “Yes. That’s what I want.”
I lifted my palm to cup the side of her face and gently angled it toward mine, waited with what felt like infinite patience for her to open her eyes. When she did, I nearly groaned. Her green gaze was flooded with honesty. Need. Trust.
Submission.
Unable to resist, I ran my thumb along her plump lower lip, imagined it wrapped around my cock.
She offered herself. The raw hunger that slammed through my body made my decision a simple one. I chose to accept. The party continued all around us. It seemed Sambor and I would have a party of our own. A smaller, more intimate one with just one guest. Who needed to sample the Earth cake that was on display when we could eat Lucy from Earth?
3
Lucy
I tried to remain calm. To keep my gaze on theirs as I waited for their answer to my question. If they rejected me, I’d die. Okay, not really, but a little bit inside. Living on The Colony with several other women from Earth and watching them all hot and heavy with their mates was hard enough. Especially seeing my BFF Olivia with Wulf.
I thought for sure I’d have a mate of my own by now. ’d been spending too much time with my vibrator and none with a real, live, flesh-and-blood male. If I bombed at propositioning two Prillons into a one-night stand, then I was going to be devastated. That vibrator I was tired of would need an upgrade because my lady parts were only going to see mechanical devices from now on.
This was the trip to go wild. Sure, the palace of Prillon Prime was a far cry from Las Vegas, but it was the time for me to get drunk, flash my boobs and wake up with a sore pussy and the inability to walk properly.
These two Prillons were gorgeous. Seriously out-of-this-world hot.
Sambor was like a golden god, every inch of him gleaming like he’d been touched by King Midas. Golden skin and hair, a darker gold in his eyes. His angular Prillon features made him striking, like a perfect beach model someone would use for a cologne ad. A sun god.
Then there was Nik. Hair so dark it was nearly black, his eyes a startling and very alien bright copper, and his dark, smooth skin reminded me of melted milk chocolate chips when they were warm from the oven. I would take a golden cookie and tear it in half and lift the dark, dripping chocolate onto my tongue.
What did a Prillon’s cum taste like? Was it salty? Sweet? Did Nik’s skin taste like chocolate? Did Sambor’s golden skin taste like metal? Like vanilla? Like sunshine? I was an artist at heart, and color palettes were my life. I had dozens of names floating in my head, ideas to describe these two males and their unique coloring. I wanted to see more. No. I wanted to see everything.
I wanted to touch. And taste. What did their kiss taste like? Their skin? Did they growl or bellow or moan when they came? What did their cocks look like? How human was the rest of them?
Were they having similar thoughts? Because they continued to stare and stare, as if I’d said I was actually a Hive Scout.
Okay, I had my answer. Or a nonanswer. My anticipation drained out of me like I was a helium balloon and they’d just stabbed me with a knife. Yeah, it was time to go before I wilted completely and sank to the ground in a puddle of embarrassment. Time to go strip off this gorgeous gown and put on my usual sweats and transport back to The Colony.
I tried to pull my hands away from their muscled chests, but neither allowed it. They held on tight.
“I do not have a problem with giving you pleasure,” Nik said. “Do you, Sambor?”
“Absolutely not.”
Relief coursed through me and I sighed. I couldn’t help the smile. “Good.” I glanced over my shoulder at everyone dancing. “Now would be the time to duck out. Rezzer’s not the only one keeping an eye on me.”
Nik’s eyes lifted and looked out over my head at the guests, scanning.
“I am pleased to hear you are protected; however, you have nothing to fear from us,” Nik vowed.
They might stand like two huge giants, but I was used to Wulf’s hulking size and I wasn’t scared of him. Sure, Wulf might bluster and be a pain in my ass, but he’d never hurt me. Same for Braun, who was huge, cyborg, and, I suspected, fighting a serious case of Atlan mating fever. Not that he’d said as much. Braun would not pressure a female that way. In fact, not one alien I’d met would ever harm a female. As for these two Prillons, I wasn’t afraid of either of them. I was nervous as hell. Horny, definitely. I had never, ever propositioned a guy before. I wasn’t a virgin, but I’d never gone up to a stranger—two strangers—and said I wanted orgasms. The
se weren’t boring, tame Earth guys either. They were Prillons. Bossy, protective and dominant. They ran battlegroups without breaking a sweat.
I wasn’t sure if I was crazy good or crazy bad. When I looked them over again, I was definitely crazy bad. I waggled my finger at the front of their pants. “Except for those. My pussy is a little afraid of what’s in there. Got ion pistols in your pocket or are you very pleased with my offer?”
They frowned in tandem. Yeah, I used sarcasm as a defense mechanism when I was nervous. It seemed, though, that I confused these guys. I laughed. “Do I make your cocks hard?”
I watched Nik swallow hard. “Fuck, yes.”
I licked my lips and said, “Then we should go to my room.”
“Fuck, yes,” Sam echoed.