Page 94 of Theirs to Crave
There was so much uncertainty with this new life. I didn’t know enough about my options to even begin to formulate goals, and unlike some of the others, I hadn’t discovered a “job” I was called to.
I’d never been career oriented. My life goals were to be happy, loved, and secure. To make my family proud.
I’d wanted to be a mother. Everything else was just a means to an end.
Drake had done a lot to kill that dream and being abducted had delivered the final blow. I wasn’t getting pregnant with either of the human men on this planet, and I was pretty sure kittens were out of the picture—biologically speaking.
Even if there had been a compatible sperm donor available, I hadn’t had a period in months. Whatever the pinche bichos did to me, it seemed to have shut down the baby factory.
So. New life goals. Be happy, loved, and secure. Why did that feel like the lowest of bars, yet astronomically out of reach?
“Estrayuh?”
Crap. I had to get out of my head. I blinked. “No want to belevayuh. Want more.”
The weight of their eyes was too much. I followed the swirling pattern of the water, trying to locate my suddenly absent spine.
Desiring them was effortless. I’d tried not to and failed. Wanting to be wanted by them was painfully easy. Actually using my fucking words andaskingfor what I wanted was hard as hell.
“I want you to court me. I want...I want all.” I whispered the words into my tits. It figured I’d crash land on the planet of thoughtful, consent-minded aliens. My anxiety brain longed for chest-beating alien warriors who’d just cart me off and lock me in a bedroom, not make methink, or bevulnerable.
“Lelesha.” Litha’s voice was a seductive purr, irresistible. Her hand slipped around my neck, three fingers tunneling beneath my hair as her thumb slid along my jaw. I met her warm golden eyes, and she dipped her head down until her mouth brushed against mine. “You honor us.”
The salt of my tears mixed with her kiss, all fantasies of brutes carting me off forgotten. Her reverence was a benediction, its light seeping into my cracked and broken places.
I sniffed, leaning back against Zaf’s chest. Revik spread a big hand over my thigh, the kneading motion almost imperceptible.
“What means,Lelesha?” I asked, huskily. We had more we should probably talk about, but if he kept that up, I was going to run out of “good girl” real fast.
“Small lights in sky arelelel,” Zaf answered, rubbing his jaw over my head. “Lelelare...il sethital sivenex. Toum.You come likelel.” He swooped his hand down, like something falling, catching the imaginary thing with a snap. “Ourlel. But little.Lelesha.”
Little Star. What were the odds? I laughed.
“Why laugh? You no like?” Revik asked, a bit of a growl in his rumbly voice.
Sensitive brute.
“I like.” I petted his hand, feeling it relax on my thigh, and turned so he could see my smiling face. “Know what Estrella means?” He shook his head, and my smile widened. “Star.Lel.”
Revik’s eyes widened, and he grinned. “A’shalel,” he murmured, running his thumb along the crease where my fupa met my thigh. I shivered.
“Our star” had never sounded so sexy.
“Hungry,Lelesha?” Zaf whispered in my ear.
I nodded, unable to tear my gaze from Revik’s. My tongue slicked over my lower lip. Would he taste as good as Zaf had?
Fuck, what about Litha? I still didn’t even know what her pussy looked like. My hand groped blindly, finding her thigh and sliding upward.
Litha intercepted my caress, nuzzling the backs of my fingers.
“Come,” Zaf commanded.
I was fucking trying to. If they’d just line up on the edge of the pool—my very own alien tasting flight—and let me explore, we’dallcome.
“We feed you.”
Yes, yes, that’s exactly what I wanted.