I don’t care that there’s no hair to grab onto. There’s an intense need to be connected, to touch him as his tongue dances over my clit. My body aches as I continue to strain, shifting back and forth as I chase the pleasurable high he’s giving me.

The machine swells again, this time bulging enough to rub against the plug in my ass through the skin separating them. This new sensation tips me over the edge. With a loud scream, I dig my fingers into his scalp as my thighs quiver around his head.

I rock back and forth, riding out the orgasm as pleasurable shocks and quakes sizzle through me. My lungs burn as I gulp in air, trying to come down off of that high. Vrokjan eases me off of him and once more leaves the room.

Why can’t he just stay and hold me for a minute or two? Why is he always running off? I curl into myself, trying desperately not to cry.

It’s not that I’m sad, exactly. More like the intensity of the orgasm is leaving me vulnerable and weepy. However, I can’t help the icy chill wrapping its cold fingers around my heart.

I want to feel sorry for myself, to mourn everything I’m missing, but I can’t fully think as the machine wriggles about inside, fanning the flames of my pleasure. Turning onto my stomach, I bury my lips into the pillow and scream.

All my anger, fear, and frustration pour out of me as I slam my fists on either side, finally having the meltdown I’ve been desperately keeping at bay. Soon, the heat of Vrokjan’s body envelops me as he surrounds me, pinning me to the bed.

I struggle, but he just holds on tighter. He doesn’t chide or admonish me. Instead, he lets me get it all out. Soon, I’m depleted, and lie there, breathing as I try to get my brain back where it needs to be.

Without saying a word, he eases the plug from my ass. The tight ring is sore, unused to having something in it. Next, he takes the machine out of my pussy, allowing a moment of clarity.

“I go to run a bath and come back to find you overwhelmed. Come, let me soothe you.”

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CHAPTER 18

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JESSICA

Vrokjan slides off the bed and waits for me. My heart sinks a little as he backs away, giving me room. For some reason, I thought he’d scoop me in his arms again, but I guess the spell is broken.

As he studies my face, his lips turn down into a frown. “You’re disappointed. Was the pleasure not satisfactory?”

My thighs quake as I climb down and stand in front of him. Thankfully, none of the weakness seems to be back. All that I’m dealing with now is post-sex quivering.

Leaning forward so the ornaments don’t get trapped, I wrap my arms around my waist. “It was very nice. Best I’ve had, in fact.” I’m not sure why I tell him that, but the beaming smile he gives me brushes away the sadness threatening to encroach.

“That’s very nice to hear. But it doesn’t explain why you’re so sad and sullen.”

Before I realize what I’m doing, I stick my bottom lip out in a pout. “I’m not sullen.”

Vrokjan grabs my bottom lip and pinches it softly. “Oh? This isn’t you being sulky?”

He has me there. I am sulky, just like when I was a teenager. I don’t like this regression. It undermines everything I worked hard and fought for. With a sigh, I drop my arms by my side.

“We just do things differently. That’s all. It’s a lot to get used to.”

“Hmmm,” he murmurs, walking off again. After several steps, he turns and looks at me, his eyebrow lifting in a way that has my stomach clenching. “Are you coming?”

“I thought I already did,” I grumble, walking after him.

His shoulders shake for a moment, the only thing showing he actually heard me. Stopping behind him, I stretch wide, shaking out my limbs. I certainly feel better, and that’s a bit of relief.

If it was indeed the dreaded C-word, a simple injection shouldn’t make me feel better. Then again, this is a different planet. Maybe they have proprietary medicine we just can’t access on Earth.

I try to keep the anger at bay as I think about what such a drug could have done for my mother. Not that I’d want to see her as some boobed-up sex slave. But if it kept her alive and healthy, what sort of monster would I be to refuse her?

Vrokjan turns at the door and stares at me, his gaze soft and pensive. He holds out his hand, waiting for me to approach. He’s so kind and patient with me, not at all as I expected.

Perhaps this visit can turn into something more, something helpful for the human race. I’ve sat with numerous lawyers as they negotiated major deals. Would it really be so hard to convince him to help Earth along with dragging away their women?

“If your brows furrow any more, you’ll get a headache.”

With a sigh, I rub the space between my eyes to calm the muscles down. “What exactly did Master Nagán give me?”

His lips turn down into a frown as he pushes away from the doorframe and strides over to me. “Why? Are you feeling worse?” Concern ripples off of him in waves, taking away the sting of his earlier rejection.

“No. Quite the opposite. I feel much better.”

He heaves an audible sigh as he gathers me into his arms. “Thank the Celestials. Why do you wish to know?”

I shrug, not sure how much I should reveal of my plan. “Well, it’s in my body. I’d like to know what’s making me better.”

Reaching into his suit, he pulls out the small communicator and holds it to his lips. Soon, Nagán is on the screen.

“Don’t tell me you’ve fucked it up already. It’s one packet in her food each meal starting tomorrow.”

Vrokjan bristles at his brother’s strident tone. “My cow is wondering what it is you’re giving her.”

“And you’re entertaining this? You really do have it bad. You’re certainly not this indulgent normally. It’s a simple protein powder created to aid her body in retaining and creating energy.”

Nagán rattles off a list of ingredients, only some of which I recognize. However, what gives me a slight sense of relief is nothing even remotely resembles the medicine Mom was on. Perhaps it really is just as simple as he says, and I’m not dying.

I cling to that notion, allowing it to shore me up. Besides, I’d like to think he would have said something, or at least acted concerned, whenever Vrokjan brought me to him. Dragging in a deep breath, I force all those thoughts from my mind and concentrate on the alien in front of me.

After he disconnects, he punches the screen a few more times. His eyes lock onto mine as he speaks to the person on the other end. “Bring food for me and my cow. We will not be dining with the others tonight.” His eyes darken as he smiles at me. “I find I still want you all to myself.”

Again, he stretches out his hand and waits for me to take it. Leading me into the bathroom, he stops as we cross the threshold, allowing me to take in the space. My brain almost can’t comprehend what I’m seeing.

A large tub sits on a dais to the side near a wall of windows. The view is both awe-inspiring and spectacular. By now, the suns have dipped below the horizon, allowing three moons to glow at various points.

They’re so large and seem so close. It’s as if I can reach out and touch them. Despite the brightness they bring, scores of stars are still visible. Vrokjan drops my hand, allowing me to walk over to the window.

“Is this real?”

He slides up behind me and cups my breasts, causing the ornaments to graze against my stomach for a moment before he takes them off and sets them to the side. “Yes. Icora is a beauty I’ve never witnessed anywhere else in all my intergalactic travels. But then, I’m biased.”