Chapter 5
JAY
My plan is all coming together, and Hex can suck my dick for making me doubt that I could make this happen.
Just because NVs are hyper-intelligent and built like mountains, they think they’ll always win when they go head to head with a human, but everyone has a weakness.
And you can’t just assume yours won’t stop you from beating a human if your weakness is that human.
And I am not like the rest of my species.
I was meant to be here, on this ship.
And I am destined to be a hybrid.
“How do I know Hex hasn’t fucked you already?” Xan asks as his eyes narrow.
Uh-oh. That pesky hyper-intelligence might help him sniff out my scheme. I need him to think only with his other heads. “Would you like me to go lie on an exam table, Doctor? You could feel around inside me and see for yourself that I haven’t been fucked by anyone today.”
There’s no change in his wary expression, but his aura is forming around him, translucent and shimmering like stardust. His is never as vibrant as Hex’s, but every time I see it, it takes my breath away.
“I can’t do that, little one. Braxton and Hex will never forgive me.”
“So we won’t tell them. I never told them about you pressing your givers against me during our long hug, and I would never tell them that you took my virginity.”
Xan flushes, embarrassed by his own weakness. He was weak during that embrace and he isn’t any stronger now. I touch the darkening spots on his purple cheeks and his hands slide up my arms, and then suddenly his fingers are in my hair.
Ohmygod. Is he going to kiss me?
I tilt my head back to give him easier access to my mouth and he dips down, his blue tongue swiping between my parted lips before he crushes our mouths together.
I didn’t see that coming as he lowered his face to mine, so hard I’m surprised he didn’t bust my lip.
Who knew kissing could be this rough? Not this human!
Xan is as brutal with my mouth as Hex’s palm was with my ass, domineering and ruthless. My lips are swollen before this first one even turns into a second kiss, and that one begins with him sucking on my tongue like he wants to take it out and keep it.
“Take it easy,” I whimper, at one point, and he tries for about five seconds before he grabs my chin and turns my head, and then my neck is left throbbing from the fangs that just nipped at it.
“You wanted to fuck a Giver, little one,” he growls. “And this is how we fuck. Taking it easy is not what we do.’”
“Then I won’t either,” I say coolly. Because I am not going to chicken out. If he wants me to take back my plea for him to fuck me, he’ll have to be a lot rougher than this.
Xan raises an eyebrow as my gaze burns into him like a brand, and then I brand him with a kiss that rivals his, using teeth and tugging hard on his hair.
He growls into the warmth of my mouth as that kiss deepens into another, and when I mark his tongue and neck with savage bites, those growls escalate into a menacing roar.
My human survival instinct tells me to run away and hide from this alien who sounds like a beast, but lust overrules it as Xan picks me up and wraps my legs around his waist, his arousal flush against mine as he carries me out of the part of the sickbay where we might be disturbed.
We go through a door at the far end of the room and into a supply closet with a very high ceiling, and he drops me onto a hover chair we use to organize the top shelves. The chair is NV size, so I feel small in it. Small and at the mercy of the NV who put me here.
“What now, Doctor?”
“Now, I’m going to examine you,” he says, placing a hand under the chair and lifting it until my ass is right at his eye level.
Then he reaches under my thighs and pushes them up, pressing my knees to my chest. I’m raising an eyebrow now, and I’m about to ask how we’re going to do anything with our clothes on, but he slashes his claws across the fabric that’s hugging my ass before I can get the words out.
“Where the hell are your underwear, little one?”
“Somewhere where they can’t get in the way of whatever the hell you’re doing.” Which is very unclear to me, since he doesn’t have any tools on him to examine me with and he can’t put his fingers in me. Not with those claws. “I hope you’re not about to—”
“Quiet, little one. I know what I’m doing,” he hisses as his claws come down once more to shred apart the fabric he sliced through.
He cut it down the seam there, so it leaves this obscene hole in my coveralls, right where my hole must be visible between my rosy cheeks. With this position that Xan put me in, I am spread for the Giver without him having to pull them apart.
I feel so helpless and turned on all at once, having no idea what he’ll do next. My heart and mind are racing, and I can’t just be quiet and still. I need to participate somehow, some way.
I raise my arms, grip the top of the chair, and squeeze down there, then relax, flexing my hole as Xan’s eyes go wider with every little movement.
“You will make some bastard a very lucky human man someday,” he says bitterly, “but I’ll die happy knowing he didn’t get the first taste of this.”
Xan smirks and then he gets up close and personal with my ass, his face right there. He sniffs my hole, then tongues it, punching my sensitive ring with soft flesh.
It’s one more aggressive kiss, just not on my mouth this time, and I’m suddenly very grateful for my doctor’s raw need stripping away his calm, methodical, and cold demeanor, and replacing it with zero fucks to give.
He shows no restraint as he twists that long tongue into me, with thrusts so quick they’re like vibrations, claiming my hole in ways a human tongue never could.
The sensation spreads warm tingles to my balls and cock, from base to tip, and it’s like all the tension I’ve ever held, tangled up in my body, gets unknotted.
“Mmm,” Xan moans, like he was just fed the tastiest forbidden fruit, blowing a hot breath on my hole as he slides his tongue out.
It takes a moment, since it was in there deep, and I instantly feel empty without it. “I—um… Are you sure you don’t need to examine me more, Doctor?”
The smirk returns to his lips, and he shakes his head as he pulls the hover chair down to his waist-height. “I can tell you’ve never been fucked, little one, but you are ready to be fucked now.”