Chapter 9
Oh shit…did I just flash my ass to my husband?
Melanie
To be honest, if my grandmother wasn’t alone on Earth or even had some money to survive, I would have considered staying here. Although I knew my green husband likely only cared about me because of what I could give him, his world made a lot more sense than mine.
And I couldn’t deny that, for some reasons, I found that horned man incredibly attractive.
A shudder racked my body when his hands adjusted me against his chest during the short walk between the living room area to the bed.
My thighs were closed in a tight grip at his sides, legs too short to fully cross behind his back.
I was both relieved and sad when he sat me on the edge of the bed and stepped away to kneel at my feet.
The sight of him there, grabbing my calf to place my toes on his collarbone while his eyes never left mine did things to my body that I wasn’t ready to acknowledge.
With deftly fingers, Ghauro unhooked the long, swirling golden piece circling my whole leg starting at my ankle, carefully pulling it off.
Every time his touch lingered on my skin, it sent a wave of arousal through me and made my core clench.
Good thing the long silky fabric of my outfit fell right between my legs, or he would have seen the wetness pooling there.
How humiliating it would be if my husband found out so soon that I was desperate for his touch.
We only got married hours ago, and this whole thing was some sort of reproductive arrangement.
I shouldn’t want this man to fuck me so badly.
Ghauro placed the golden piece on the floor next to him and straightened up between my thighs, catching my hand in his and sliding the other up to my upper arm to carefully remove the armlet.
My breath hitched in my throat when his head tilted to the side, his strong nose brushing against mine.
“I did not get the chance to tell you,” he breathed out, warm air hitting my lips. “You looked beautiful in your ceremonial garment.”
All the air was stuck in my lungs. “I did?”
He didn’t answer and pulled back an inch, his eyes falling on my breasts.
For some reason, his eyes seemed to drift there a lot.
Probably still confused about the fact that, unlike the female of his species, they weren’t empty and only round when I had children.
Maybe it made my body strange to him and he found it repulsive…
His finger trailed down the column of my neck and along my sternum until it reached the gold arched piece circling my ribs and securing the fabric under my breasts. Our gaze met again and with a flick of his fingers, it loosened and he took it off to place it on the ground with the others.
Our foreheads met again and he pushed against mine tentatively. I pushed back, unsure of what he was expecting but not ready to concede. Concede what? How was I somehow aware that this simple act meant more than just a touch?
The corner of his lips tilted up in a small smile as he gave one last playful push before he pulled back, hands finding the delicate chains holding the two pieces of fabric together at my hips. The thin golden chain fell and his eyes flared at the whimper that came out of my throat.
Sure, keep embarrassing yourself even more, Mel! Nice job keeping your cool.
“Do not fear me,” Ghauro said, unhooking the other one connecting the two pieces along my ribs on the same side before switching to the other. “I will wait for your heat.”
My…my heat? The unwelcome disappointment made my heart sink. Of course. The marriage was nothing more than an agreement and he only wanted to fucking breed me. There was no point for him to fuck me before I was ovulating.
And yet, each spot his hand brushed on my body burned. Tingled with anticipation. Traitorous body. Didn’t it get the memo? I was nothing. A means to an end. And now that fleeing wasn’t an option, I needed to come up with a new plan.
Now that the two long pieces of fabric weren’t attached to each other, his hands came to my shoulders to detach the two last golden fragments holding the makeshift dress together and softly pushed the silky material to the sides.
It fell along my arms, pooling on the bed next to my thighs and around my hands, revealing my—damn them—hardened nipples to him.
Ghauro stood frozen, still on his knees between my parted thighs, head leveled with mine but eyes locked on my tight and aching breasts. When my traitorous core clenched, I silently blessed the universe that some of the fabric was still falling between my legs and covering the slickness there.
“Are they painful?” he asked, voice low, like enraptured.
“No,” I breathed out. “Why would they be?”
He lifted his gaze then, heat and desire burning inside his eyes. “When Tauri females had engorged udders back when our species was still reproducing, it could be painful to them.”
I shook my head. “It’s not painful for humans. Maybe when they grow bigger because of pregnancy and breastfeeding, but otherwise, it’s not.”
“Breastfeeding…” he repeated, confused. “Are humans eating female breasts?”
My eyes widened. “No—no! It’s…you said females Tauri only had engorged…udders when they had a baby, right? Humans’ breasts grow bigger because they produce milk. For the baby. That’s what’s called breastfeeding.”
He looked at them again and I forced myself not to hide behind my arms. “So, there is no milk in them now. It is just…flesh?” he asked, lifting his head back to my face.
I nodded but he kept looking confused. “Yes.”
“Are your head movements a silent language?”
My jaw dropped. Okay, that explained why he didn’t seem to understand when I did. “Huh…yes? Kind of?”
“I do not have the translation for it.”
A small laugh I couldn’t hold escaped my throat. I gave a slow, deliberate nod. “This means yes.” Then, I shook my head to the sides. “This means no.”
He repeated the motion, testing it. “Are there any others?”
He was kind of adorable. “I’ll tell you if I think of any.”
He nodded, the motion a bit jerky but still bringing a smile to my face. Ghauro grabbed my hands and stood up, bringing me with him.
The remaining of the dress fell to the floor.
Naked. I was completely naked in front of my huge alien husband. My face had never been so fucking red.
“You are ready for sleep.”
I wasn’t. Way too horny to even consider sleep. But I nodded anyway and turned to look at the bed.
A mattress. How on Earth—right, no…Taurus did they have mattresses?
I bent over, inspecting it. It was covered with silk sheets.
When I lifted it, I found myself staring at some smooth fabric made with thickly woven fibers, filled with something that felt bouncy and similar to what I’d known on Earth.
“What—how are these—” I yelped at the feeling of something poking my coccyx, turning around sharply only to end up face to face with a glassy-eyed Ghauro, his lips parted in a mixture of awe and confusion.
Oh shit…did I just flash my ass to my husband?
“Are—what is…Where is your tail?” he finally asked.
Right. Had this talk with Zhari already… “Humans don’t have tails.”
Something akin to comprehension crossed his face. “Oh.” He cleared his throat, focusing back on the bed. “What were you asking?”
What was I asking? Oh, right. “The mattress. How—how is it made?”
“My family had it made for us. It is our mating gift.” Mating?
Did he mean the ceremony or the—fucking that was supposed to follow?
“Each mattress is unique and made by our elders. They are altered at each stage of our mated life.” He walked around me and slid reverent hands over it.
“Plants and flowers are placed inside with the filling. Ours have mocchira, deretis and bakarut.”
“What—what does it mean?”
“It is the way Elders are blessing our union. Mocchira is for harmony. Deretis is for health.” He turned his burning eyes to me, gaze going up and down my naked body. “Bakarut is for fertility.”
My throat bobbed. I doubted it really worked, otherwise they wouldn’t have been unable to reproduce for so long…But his gaze told me that he believed in it. That he was eager to put the mattress’ efficiency to the test.
“Time to sleep. You should rest and keep your questions for later.”
He was absolutely right. I hurriedly slid under the thin soft covers, bringing it up to my chin. He eyed me seriously before giving another jerky nod and turning around.
And sliding his pants right off.
Dear lord, look at that ass. Toned. Firm.
The same shade of green and golden markings as the rest of his body.
And that long dark green tail with the small brown tuft of hair at the end, swishing the air behind him like an anxious cat would.
He bent down to pick up both our clothes and the golden jewelry and folded everything before placing it on a small table in a corner.
When he turned back around, I nearly fainted and threw my head under the covers.
What was that?
There was no way the humans on the Space Station had thought this through.
Ghauro’s cock was massive. I didn’t look at it long enough to see it in detail, too scared that it would stab me in the eye from where he stood on the other side of the room, but I saw enough.
Enough to know that it was green, that the veins somehow swirled around it in an unusual pattern and that the tip wasn’t as round as a human one but more… flared with a slight dome.
And damn, I was probably repeating myself but it was fucking big. Like, rearranging-your-insides big. Scary and probably deadly if used incorrectly.
Then why was I getting wetter by the second?
The mattress dipped next to me and I froze, holding my breath until I nearly saw stars. He stayed on his back for a few minutes before turning his back to me.
Good. Yeah, better keep our distance for now…I wasn’t ready to die yet, even with a blissful smile on my face.
And I needed to come up with a plan to get back to Earth, as soon as possible.