Chapter 3
CHAPTER THREE
Kitty
I must have hit my head very hard. I blinked and rubbed my eyes, but the unbelievable sight before me didn't change.
The man—if he could be called a man—who was leaning over me with a concerned look on his face was not human. His skin was a pale lilac color with an iridescent sheen in places that reminded me of insect wings.
He’s beautiful.
I gave myself a mental shake, knowing it was rude to stare but unable to stop myself. Across one side of his face and down his neck, a smattering of slightly darker purple spots trailed, continuing over his shoulders. I lifted a hand to trace one of the spots on his neck with my finger, his skin warm under my touch. The spots were irregular, like those I’d seen on a leopard in the Dublin Zoo I’d visited as a child. I wondered how far down the spots went .
He’s a beautiful leopard alien man
I giggled uncontrollably, but stopped when he blinked, and snatched my hand back as if burned. My own eyes widened as I realized his pupils were vertical, like those of a cat. The colored part of his eye—a small part of my brain conveniently reminded me it was called the iris—was the palest green that I had ever seen. So pale they were almost white, and probably would’ve been mistaken for white if it wasn’t for the contrast to his skin.
His purple skin.
Nobody has purple skin and eyes that color. Nobody human.
“I have to be dreaming,” I said, my words breathy. I squeezed my eyes shut and opened them, blinking rapidly. He was still there. “I’m not dreaming, am I?” A strangled noise; half choked laugh, half I don’t know what escaped me as I pulled away from him. My heart raced as I desperately tried to make sense of this bizarre situation.
He rubbed a hand over his forehead, shaking his head, and stood to his feet. His very naked feet.
That wasn’t the only part of him that was naked.
I felt my cheeks heat as I tried not to look—and failed. My eyes trailed up his legs from those enormous feet—my brain helpfully suggesting that something else might be huge if his feet were huge—and I screwed my eyes shut, tearing my gaze away.
Oh boy. Oh boy. This can’t be happening.
“You’re not dreaming,” he said, his voice so deep and smooth it reminded me of hot chocolate. If hot chocolate could be a sound.
I shot a glance up at his face—it was a long way up—and met his green gaze once more. His cheekbones were sharp, giving him a severe look that was only enhanced by those cat-like pupils. His eyebrows were the same pale color as his hair, and his cheeks were dusted with a light stubble. His hair was long, falling over one shoulder and as he lifted a heavily muscled arm to push it back, the muscles in his arms and chest bunched in a way that had my belly clenching.
I should feel afraid—my heart was pounding—but when his expression softened and he gave me a small smile, I felt myself relax.
Until something moved from the corner of my eye and his tail—he had a freaking tail—swished into view.
I scrambled to a sitting position, intent on getting away from the stone circle and back to Gran’s cottage. Back to safety.
He was definitely an alien.
A very naked, attractive alien.
Attractive? Are you insane? Where had that thought come from?
He took a step toward me, offering me a hand as if to help me to my feet. I swallowed, staring at the strong, wide palm. He wiggled his fingers at me, and I looked up to see his grin stretching into an amused smile.
“I won’t hurt you,” he said, and I decided that his voice was more like velvet than chocolate.
I felt the cold of the stone underneath me seep through my clothes and I shivered. He wiggled his fingers again, and I stretched my hand up to place it in his.
Oh god, I’m really doing this.
His grip was firm, but not tight, on my fingers, and so warm that I felt a tingle through my hand. My mitten had come off at some stage, I realized, and my bare skin touching his made me gasp. His fingers tightened on mine, and he froze.
His smile dropped and an intense expression, like he had seen right through me, had me pulling my hand back.
He didn’t let it go. It was like trying to budge one of the monoliths that flanked the stone circle. You could try, but nothing short of a bulldozer would budge them.
He was a wall of muscle. My eyes trailed down his neck and across his broad shoulders, which were thick with muscle. His muscled chest was peppered with downy lilac fuzz the same color as the stubble on his face, arrowing down his taught stomach, toward what had to be the thickest, longest cock I had ever seen. Not that I’d seen many, but I knew what was within the normal range for human men and this guy was definitely well endowed.
My eyes bulged as I stared at his groin. That wasn’t one penis. That was two !
This can’t be real.
“Did you hit your head?” he asked. My eyes shot to his, and I blinked at the concern in his voice. He was standing nude in Ireland in winter, and he was concerned for me.
He should be more concerned about certain parts of his anatomy. Parts that were darker purple than the rest of him.
Don’t think about it!
“I don't think so,” I said, allowing him to pull me to my feet. His hand immediately went to my elbow to steady me. He was so close I could feel the heat radiating off his body. “Who are you? And how can you understand me?” I felt like my entire world had been turned upside down.
An icy breeze picked up, whipping snow around our ankles. I shivered as my coat tore open, exposing the dress underneath. I went to grab it to pull it closed and shifted on my feet, my ankle giving out underneath me. Strong arms shot out lightning fast to cradle me against his chest.
My cheek was pressed against his chest, and I could feel his cocks—both of them—pressing against me insistently. His arms tightened around me, and he bent his head to slide his nose along my neck below my ear, and sniffed me.
“Did you just sniff me?” I asked, pulling back. Unfortunately, pulling back my upper body had the effect of pushing my lower body closer to him. I felt my cheeks heat as I flattened my hands against his chest and pushed.
“Uh.” He looked away, a slight purple blush covering his cheeks. He took a step back, loosening his hold on me. And there they were. His cocks. Both of them. Big and veined and purple. Where before they had hung heavy and thick between his legs, one on top of the other, they were now thickening and straining toward me.
The one in front—which was now on top—was slightly shorter than the one behind, but both of them were thick and long. Longer than any I'd seen on any human man. And the biggest pair of testicles I’d ever seen. Not that I'd had much experience, but they were impressive.
I felt my jaw drop open as I blinked at the sight in front of me.
“I've been teleportaled.”
Wait, what?
My eyes jerked up to his. “You've been what?” I shifted my weight onto my good foot and pulled my arms away from him. His hand was still insistent on my elbow, holding the upright, which I was thankful for. I didn't want to think about why .
“Teleportaled.” He looked at me as if I was simple.
“I have no idea what you're talking about,” I said. “It's cold. You're naked. You need—” I waved my hand in his general midsection direction, avoiding looking there “—clothes. And what’s with the sniffing?”
He looked down at himself, as if realizing for the first time that he wasn’t wearing the clothes. “Ah yes. I remember being told about this. Most of the teleportal stations have robes.” He looked around as if expecting me to provide him with one. When he must have realized there were no clothes to be provided, his tail whipped around in an attempt to cover himself. The tip was furred with slightly darker purple tuft that did nothing to hide his straining erections.
I found the attempt at modesty adorable.
“Where's your spaceship? You're an alien, aren't you?”
Of course, he is an alien. What was it that gave it away? The skin? Or perhaps it was the eyes? Or maybe it was his equipment…
I silenced my annoying inner voice and looked up at him expectantly. I would look nowhere but his face; I told myself. It was only polite, after all.
“No spaceship. I teleportaled. It was an accident.” He ran a hand over his face and looked around, frowning.
“Right. Well, this has been lovely, but I need to go now. I’m sure you can just teleportal—” I stumbled over the unfamiliar word “—back to wherever you came from,” I said, pulling my arm free of his grasp and turning to walk away. Gritting my teeth, I took the first step on my bad ankle, not surprised when it gave way.
I gave a small cry as the world turned upside down, and I was swung up into his arms.
“Why do you insist on hurting yourself?” He looked down at me, his face so close to mine I could lift my mouth and brush my lips against his. If I wanted to. My breath caught as I looked deep into his eyes, the vertical pupils expanding and contracting with his heartbeat. He squeezed his eyes shut, his nostrils flaring, before shaking his head as if in answer to some internal question.
Then it began to snow, small white flakes drifting down slowly to coat his shoulders and a dusting of flakes. “Aren't you cold?” I asked. He couldn't possibly be warm.
“I am a little… uncomfortable.” He admitted, as it was a very hard thing for him to do. I suppressed a smile. “And the teleportal should open again, but it will be hours… perhaps even days.” He frowned, and my heart clenched at the thought of him waiting to go home.
Did he have a family? Friends waiting for him? Wasn’t Christmas about giving?
“Why don’t you stay with me until the teleportal opens and you can go home? I'm sure I can dig up something for you to wear. You can’t stay out here.”
Oh, sure. Invite the big alien home. That sounds like a good idea.
I squashed the little voice inside that told me to call the authorities. What would I say, anyway? There’s a naked alien that came through a stone circle? Yeah, right. As if they’d believe me.
And if they did believe me, what would happen to him?
Nothing good, that’s for sure. I knew he wouldn’t hurt me. Quite the opposite. He could have thrown me over his shoulder and carried me off if he really wanted to. But I suspected he was lost.
Maybe we all were a little lost at this time of year.
“Thank you. I will accept your offer.” His brows knitted, as if surprised at the offer for help .
I pointed with my hand across the other side of the stone circle. “My cottage is just across the field. There’s a back gate.”
He began walking, his arms tightening around me, one around the back of my shoulders and one underneath my thighs. I looped my arms around his neck and closed my eyes briefly, listening to the crunch of his footsteps in the snow.