Enemy of the Alien Bride Lottery by Margo Collins (sight word readers TXT) 📕

When she turned her eyes up toward me, they were tear-filled. “He didn’t come to my trial. He never even came to see me when I was in prison.”

I couldn’t stop myself from taking her in my arms. “That will never happen to you again. I will be by your side always, if you’ll have me.”

Her watery smile pierced through my heart. “Could I call you Deandra? If I promised no one else would ever use the name.”

She paused, and I took the flower, its petals now shredded, from her hand. “It’s a name given to you by someone who loved you. I would like to keep it alive.”

“Yes,” she whispered. “I think I might like that, too.” She sniffled for a moment, then brushed her tears away, forcing herself to suppress her feelings.

That will never happen again, either, I vowed silently.

“So what’s the other thing on your list?”

“It’s about that information I had Drindl and Plofnid pass on to Lola.”

“About how to make sure Vos didn’t try to break up her and—what was his name?”

“Valtin.”

“Right. Valtin.” She nodded. “What did you have them tell her?”

“That there was only one way to be certain that Vos would have to officially register them as a mated pair.”

“And that is?”

“They had to have sex.”

Her gaze stayed steady on my eyes. “Do you think we’re in danger of being split up by Vos?”

I repressed a grin. “There’s always that chance.”

A smile spread slowly across her face before her expression turned mock-serious. “Well, then. I think we should definitely follow Plofnid and Drindl’s advice.”

Chapter Nineteen

Dee

We made it to Wex’s quarters without running into anyone official. Once inside, he locked the door behind us, and I turned to face him, drawing him into a kiss.

When I pulled away, I rubbed my fingers over his gorgeously sculpted chest, and then stood on my tiptoes to draw one of his nipples in my mouth, sliding my tongue across his sensitive, naked flesh before biting down lightly.

Wex breathed in sharply, exhaling on a quiet moan. He wrapped his arms around me and lifted me. I stretched to wrap my legs around his waist, feeling his hard cock pressing against the fabric of his kilt-like chavan between us.

He was every bit as big all over as Zont had been when I saw the other alien’s naked form in the hotel back on Earth. Linking my feet at the ankles behind him was more difficult than I expected, and I reveled in how protected he made me feel—without making me feel small in any way other than physically.

How beautiful he makes me feel.

I saw myself reflected in his emerald-green eyes, and for the first time since my mother died, I truly believed I deserved to be loved, fully and completely.

“You are perfect,” he whispered, almost as if he were answering my thoughts.

I slid my hands up and over his shoulders, then twined my arms around his neck, winding my fingers into his hair at the nape of his neck and as I dropped tiny kisses across the side of his throat. “No. That’s you. You’re the perfect one.”

“I’ll have to teach you not to contradict me.” His voice was dead serious, but when I pulled my head back to gauge his expression, he was grinning, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

“You are terrible,” I said, lightly smacking his shoulder.

“See? You are the better one.” He laughed aloud and carried me toward his sleeping platform, where he set me down carefully.

Kneeling on the floor at the end of the bed, he reached up under my skirt and hooked his thumbs under my already-soaked silk panties. “You need these for anything?”

His words sent another wave of heat through me, and I shook my head mutely, unable to speak past the need tightening my chest.

Holding me captive in his heated gaze, he gave a sharp jerk and ripped the panties off me. Tossing the shredded scrap of fabric over his shoulder, he ran his giant hands up my thighs, pushing my skirt up as he leaned down to inhale. “God, you smell good.”

I whimpered, unable to stop myself as I tilted my hips up, silently begging him to taste me.

Never breaking eye contact, he bent forward even as he grasped my hips and brought me to his mouth. Slowly, he reached out and flicked his tongue against my clit.

I would have thought I couldn’t get any wetter, but every stroke of his tongue proved me wrong. Within seconds, I was writhing under his touch, begging him incoherently for more.

Wex lifted me higher until my legs draped over his shoulders. His hands slid up under my back until he cradled me in front of him, giving him more access to my slick flesh.

When he sank his tongue deep inside me and then drew it up and out to flick it across my clit, I cried out.

“Oh, God, yes,” I said hoarsely, and Wex pulled my clit into his mouth, gently sucking before releasing it to start all over.

My hips pulsed against his mouth as he made love to me with his tongue, until I couldn’t speak, couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything but feel the strength of the connection between us.

Throbbing heat pooled at the center of me, cresting in a wave that crashed over me, shattering me into countless pieces.

Wex held me steady as my orgasm shivered through my body. And when it faded away, he set me gently back on the bed and slid a finger inside me. “I think you’re ready.”

I nodded, still shaking from the power of his touch. “Yes,” I said, then smiled as I realized it was still the only word I could think to say. “I am,” I added, raising up onto my elbows. “But there’s something I’d like to do first.”

Surprise flashed across his face. “Something else?”

“Mm-hmm. Trade places with me?”

He blinked, but stretched out next to me. “Here?”

“Perfect.” I sat up and began undressing him, fumbling for