Entered in the Alien Bride Lottery by Margo Collins (easy readers txt) 📕

hand and gave my left ass cheek a smack. It wasn’t exactly gentle—I heard the sound of it crack through the room. I squealed and jerked, but his hand was right back where it had been, smoothing my ass and stroking my pussy outside my panties.

His touch rubbed away the slight sting. And when he did it again on the other cheek, I actually giggled.

What the hell was this? I couldn’t believe I was enjoying a man—well, a male, at least—hitting my ass.

But Drindl and Plofnid had been right. This wasn’t punishment.

It was foreplay.

When he moved back to the first cheek, my core clenched, not out of fear, but expectation. This time the slap did sting a little more, but it didn’t bother me—it felt more like…waking up my whole body. I was certain he wasn’t going to bruise me.

He wasn’t going to hurt me.

“I’m going to do this five times on each side,” Cav told me, never losing that deep, relaxing cadence to his voice. “Am I hurting you?”

“No,” I confessed. “That’s not what I’m feeling.”

“Mmm,” he rumbled, deep in his chest.

After the third round of ass-slaps, he reached up underneath me from behind to cup my mound, the tip of his middle finger circling my clit. My breath caught in my chest. No one had ever made me feel like this before. Like every nerve was alert, aware, ready for his touch—and yet also completely relaxed. When he lifted his hand for the fourth round, I found myself arching my back to lift my ass in the air for him, giving him better access.

And by the fifth, it was all I could do not to turn to face him, begged him to take me, right there in front of the cameras.

But I still retained some semblance of dignity. Not much. But some.

After all, my mother and sister would probably see this.

As Cav moved back to simply stroking my cheeks in circles, I tried to regain my composure.

Eventually, my breath no longer trembled out of me, and that ache deep inside my body had receded to a mere throb reminding me that Cav was still right there, still touching me, still staring at me with those intense violet eyes.

Apparently, Cav had tuned in to my body and become as aware of it as I was of his, stretched out beside me, heat rolling off him in waves. Because the moment I decided I was ready to get out of this room, Cav was already there, pulling his hand away and straightening my clothes.

“See? That wasn’t so bad, was it?” He pulled my skirt down and smoothed his hand over it, cupping my ass one last time.

I turned to him, my face burning hot, and grinned, my smile teasing. “It was terrible. I hated every single second of it.”

As we stood up and prepared to leave the game room, I stole a glance at Cav, who was sporting an erection.

An enormous one.

I swallowed again, this time at the thought of what he must look like naked.

Play to lose, Nat, I reminded myself—for what felt like about the millionth time.

Oh, fuck that.

Great. The tiny voice in my head was back.

Kiss the sexy alien man.

But for once, we agreed.

Chapter Sixteen

Cav

I want her more than I had ever wanted any female in my life.

My thoughts must have shown in my face, because Natalie closed the gap between us, placing her hands flat on my chest, sliding them up and around my neck. She stood on her tiptoes and ran her fingers up the nape of my neck. She closed her fists, gently grabbing me by the hair, and pulled my face toward hers.

I let myself be led to her, allowed my face to be guided until our lips touched.

I still didn’t move. I waited for her to take the lead—not the norm for a male and a female on Khanavai, but I knew that was the only way she would allow this to happen. On her terms. And so I simply breathed. Natalie’s mouth opened against mine, and a tiny moan escaped her as she pressed up tightly against me.

Her tongue flicked out against my lips.

That was all the invitation I needed.

With a groan deep in my throat, I wrapped my arms around her, sliding my hands down to that ass I had wanted to grab since the first day I’d seen it. I pulled her in as close to me as I could, close enough for her to feel how hard my cock was, and I swept my tongue through her mouth, kissing her hard and deep, as if I were trying to brand her.

Mine.

She melted against me, molded herself to me, and then responded with all the fiery passion I could have wished for.

It was all I could do to keep from stripping her down right there, bending her over, and filling her, making her mine for real.

The only thing that stopped me was that I knew I wanted it to be her idea. I wanted to make this human woman mine, but only after she made me hers.

Our kiss continued until the klaxon bell telling us filming had stopped began bleating insistently.

Natalie dropped down to stand flat-footed again and covered her ears with her hands. “Dear Lord, how do we shut that thing off?”

“I think we should leave,” I shouted, just as the noise stopped, leaving my voice echoing through the room.

With a giggle, Natalie took my hand. “Let’s get out of here.”

My mate might claim she didn’t like the spanking ceremony, but her body hadn’t lied to me.

That kiss hadn’t lied.

I had to keep her with me just a little longer.

“According to the schedule, we’re free until tomorrow morning. Would you like a tour of the station?”

She nodded. “Sure. I was hungover when I got here and didn’t bother with any of that.”

Good. I didn’t want anything to convince her to quit holding my hand. Still, I wasn’t exactly sure what she meant. “Hungover?”

“From drinking too much right