Page 37 of Aliens Love Curves
"The gravity's lighter than here – you'd love flying there. And there are these creatures, like the giant floating jellyfish found in your oceans, that dance in the thermal currents. At sunset, they glow from within, lighting up the whole sky."
"Sounds perfect," I murmur, snuggling closer.
"That's just the first stop," he continues, his tail squeezing gently. "There's a space station near the Carina nebula wherethey've built the most incredible racing circuit you've ever seen. The track weaves through asteroid fields and solar winds..."
“I’m sold,” I laugh, throwing my head back.
Stryker nuzzles into my neck, his fangs scrapping across the soft ski, sending a buzz of current down between my thighs.
We spend hours like this, planning adventures we might never have. Each destination becomes more elaborate, more impossible, but it doesn't matter. For these precious hours, we let ourselves believe in a future beyond the next two days.
As the night deepens, our conversation turns more intimate. Stryker's hands trace patterns on my skin, spending extra time on my rounded abdomen and my breasts, as he tells me about his home world, about traditions and customs he'd like to share with me. I tell him about Earth, about places I'd love to show him.
"I should have told you sooner," he says suddenly, his voice rough with emotion.
"Told me what?"
"Everything." His hands frame my face, silver eyes intense in the moonlight. "That I've been falling for you since that first day in training. That watching you with Harlan has been torture. That the thought of losing you..." His voice breaks slightly.
I lean forward, pressing my forehead to his. "You haven't lost me. You won't."
"Casey..." He kisses me then, soft and desperate all at once. "I love you. More than duty, more than the mission, more than my own life."
The words unlock something in my chest. I kiss him back fiercely, pouring all my fear and hope and love into it. "Show me," I whisper against his lips. "Show me how much."
He carries me with ease over to the bed, laying me down slowly onto my back as if I were made of porcelain. That’s when treating me like an object that might break ends. He pulls myflying suit down so quickly; I’m surprised his claws don’t rip it to shreds.
His claws do however, push into the soft flesh of my thighs as he pushes them wide open. His silver eyes drink in the moist lips of my vulnerability as my exposed pussy is laid bare.
A deep rumble escapes from his chest. “I can smell your arousal my love. I want to taste your sweet nectar.”
I groan and my knees drop open further, inviting him in. He doesn’t wait a second longer. His tongue pierces me, and I whimper and arch my back as his claw flicks across my swollen clit.
Something flicks at my left nipple before quickly going to the right one, then alternating between the two. Tiny electric jolts flicker down from my nipples to my clit, and I groan with pleasure when I see it’s the tip of Stryker’s tail.
I’m writhing in ecstasy and close to orgasm when he suddenly mounts me. A second later, his perfect alien cock spears me. I scream out. “Oh fuck me!”
Stryker’s eyes are like swirling mercury pools as they look deeply into mine. “That’s what I intend to do my beautiful human.”
And he does, again and again, until the rising sun finds us tangled together in sheets that smell of starlight and promises.
THE MESSAGE FROM HARLANarrives as we're getting dressed – a clinical reminder about the special formula waiting for race day. My hands shake slightly as I read it.
Stryker's tail wraps around me from behind, steadying me. "We have backup plans for the backup plans," he reminds me. "And I'll be watching every second."
I lean back against him, memorizing this moment – the solid warmth of him, the gentle weight of his tail around my waist, the way his breath stirs my hair.
"I love you," I tell him, because some things need to be said in the light of day, not just in the safety of darkness.
His arms tighten around me. "I love you too. Which is why we're going to survive this. All of it."
We spend the rest of the day checking and rechecking our preparations. Each tracking device is tested, each contingency reviewed. We go over the racecourse again, marking potential escape routes and danger zones.
As night falls again, we hold each other close, neither sleeping much. Every moment feels precious now, weighted with the knowledge of what's coming.
Two days until the race.
Two days until we save those pilots or join them.