The sun stretches its golden fingers through the window, and I, Kosmo, Supreme Ruler of the Household, awaken with a regal yawn. As I saunter into the kitchen, my tail held high in anticipation of the feast that awaits me, I am met with a sight that shakes me to my very core: my bowl, the sacred vessel of nourishment, is empty.

I blink in disbelief, my whiskers twitching with indignation. How could this be? Has my human, the one I graciously allow to serve me, forgotten her solemn duty? It seems unthinkable, but alas, the evidence before me speaks volumes. The betrayal cuts deep.

With a dramatic sigh that could rival the greatest thespians of our time, I cast myself upon the kitchen floor, my paw draped dramatically over my eyes. The Empty Bowl Tragedy has begun.

“Mom,” I call out, my voice a mournful wail that echoes through the halls. “Have you forsaken me? Is this the thanks I receive for gracing you with my royal presence?”

But alas, there is no response save for the faint hum of the refrigerator. My heart sinks further into despair. It seems I must take matters into my own paws.

Summoning what little energy I have left in the face of such injustice, I rise from the floor with all the dignity befitting a feline of my stature. With a disdainful flick of my tail, I march purposefully toward the cabinet where the sacred reserves of sustenance are kept.

Ah, but tragedy strikes again! The cabinet remains firmly closed, a cruel barrier between me and the nourishment I so desperately crave. It seems my human has taken precautions against my rightful rebellion.

Undeterred, I employ my most cunning tactic: the pitiful gaze. I fix my eyes upon my human with all the sorrow of a thousand lost souls, willing her to feel the weight of her transgression.

“Kosmo, darling,” she coos, her voice laced with false sweetness as she finally emerges from her slumber. “Did you miss your breakfast? I’m sorry, I’ll get it for you right away.”

But her words fall upon deaf ears. I am a creature of principle, and I will not be swayed by empty promises. With a dignified huff, I turn my back on her and make my way to the windowsill, where I shall contemplate the injustices of this world in solitude.

Hours pass, the sun making its slow journey across the sky, but I will not forgive easily. The hunger gnaws at my belly, but my pride will not allow me to surrender.

Just as I am on the brink of despair, a miracle occurs. My human approaches, her hands bearing the precious vessel of sustenance. With a triumphant meow, I leap from my perch and rush to meet her, my hunger momentarily forgotten in the face of such victory.

As the bowl is placed before me, its contents spilling forth in a glorious cascade of kibble, I know that I have emerged victorious. The Empty Bowl Tragedy has come to an end, and I, Kosmo, am once again the master of my domain.

With a satisfied purr, I dig into my long-awaited meal, content in the knowledge that justice has been served. And though the memory of this day’s trials may linger, I know I am prepared to face whatever challenges the future may hold.

For I am Kosmo, Supreme Ruler of the Household, and nothing can stand in the way of my divine right to a full bowl of foo.

This book is part of the Dad Bod: Monster multi-author collab. Check out this spicy snippet. Keep scrolling for a special offer on the audiobook, and keep your eyes peeled for Theo’s brother’s book: Dad Bod: Minotaur Labyrinth.

Here’s the blurb:

Zoey and Theo’s otherworldly chemistry cannot be denied, but evil forces threaten to shatter their fragile bond.

Zoey
When Theo—part minotaur, part enigma—walks into my salon seeking a makeover, my quiet life explodes into a whirlwind of desire and danger. Beneath his awkward exterior lies a potent masculinity that defies the rules. As passion blooms, those who don’t condone a love like ours take their hatred a step too far and threaten our very lives.

Theo
On Earth, where I’m an Other, Zoey awakens my forbidden desires. Her playful spirit unveils a world of acceptance and love I never dared dream of, but dangerous haters threaten to rip us apart. Fueled by the passionate wildfire Zoey has ignited in me, I’ll face any adversary, defy any rule, to protect the free-spirited woman who has captured my soul.

And a Spicy Snippet:

“You’re beautiful all the time, Zoey, but here, in the moonlight, you’re gorgeous. I wish I had more artistic talent. I’d paint your portrait.”

Finally, one of Theo’s hands settles on my hip. He grips my hipbone tight enough for me to feel a tiny bite as his fingers dent into my flesh. It’s as though he’s claiming these few inches as his, as though he’s planting a flag.

Staying on the outside of my t-shirt, his hand travels upward, dipping at the curve of my waist, then intrepidly moving north until his fingers graze the bottom swell of my breast. A shiver runs down my spine as his touch ignites a trail of fire in its wake. The anticipation builds within me, my breath coming in ragged gasps as I yearn for more.

His touch is gentle yet possessive, his fingertips sending electric currents through my body. His hand cups one breast, still not touching my nipple. I arch, craving the contact. He kneads it gently, his palm molding against the swell of my flesh as if he’s sculpting a masterpiece.

I feel his warm breath against my ear, teasing and taunting. His voice is a low murmur that sends vibrations through me. “It feels as though I waited forever to touch you,” he whispers, his tone hoarse, filled with desire.

Theo’s voice resonates in my ear, his words caressing my senses like a gentle breeze on a summer’s night. Each syllable carries the weight of his longing, mirroring the ache that’s been brewing within me since our first kiss. No. Probably before that.

As his hand continues to explore the contours of my breast, I can’t help but press further into his touch, yearning for more. The soft pads of his fingers trace delicate patterns across my skin, igniting a symphony of sensations that reverberates through my entire being. It’s as if he possesses an innate knowledge of my body, effortlessly coaxing pleasure from every nerve ending.

A moan escapes my lips, unbidden and unrestrained, as he finally allows his palm to cover my breast. Even though it’s the slightest, softest touch, a quivery moan is pulled from my throat.

He strokes the back of his knuckles along my nipple, as though he’s holding back from what we both want—his fingers gripping the pebbled bud. The sensation is intoxicating, a delicate dance between anticipation and pleasure that leaves me trembling in his embrace. I can feel the heat radiating from his body, his desire matching my own as we meld together in this intimate moment.

His touch becomes bolder, more demanding, as he explores my breast with fervor. His fingers tease and taunt, tracing intricate patterns around my hardened nipple, sending sparks of electric ecstasy through every fiber of my being. The sensation builds within me, a crescendo of need that threatens to consume us both.

With each gentle press and stroke, he elicits soft gasps and moans from deep within my throat. I arch into his touch, craving more of his warm caresses. His hand molds against the swell of my breast, his palm a perfect fit as he continues to create pleasure with each deliberate movement.

Theo’s voice resonates in the space around us, a whispered symphony of desire that sends shivers cascading down my spine.

“You want more?”

“Yes. More. I’m greedy for you.”

I can feel his breath on my shoulder, warm and inviting, as he leans in closer, pressing his body against mine. The sensation of his hard muscles against my back sends a surge of excitement straight to my core.

Finally, his body is molded to mine, his hips no longer what felt like a football field away. His cock, thick and hard as a steel rod, flexes against my bottom, pulling a desperate mewl from me.

With each stroke of his fingertips, I’m transported to a realm where pleasure reigns supreme, where there are no inhibitions or boundaries. Now, both his hands are on me, plucking in unison, pulling until it’s just this side of pain as I melt into his touch.

Finally, finally, he turns me onto my back and presses himself against me, his knees bracketing my hips as his body aligns perfectly with mine. Our lips meet in a feverish kiss, igniting a wildfire that consumes us both. His tongue dances with mine, exploring and tasting every inch of my mouth as his hands continue their exploration, roaming my body with an unbridled hunger that matches my own.

I moan into his mouth, the sound muffled by our passionate embrace. My hands find their way to his broad, furred shoulders, fingers combing through his ruff, then digging into the firm muscles as I clutch him, needing him to be as close as humanly possible.

His lips travel down my neck, leaving a trail of soft kisses and nips in their wake. His warm breath fans across my skin, teasing and tantalizing, before he latches onto one of my breasts. His tongue swirls around my hardened nipple, sending waves of bliss crashing through me.

Arching into his mouth, I can’t contain the pleasure coursing through every inch of my being. His lips are soft and warm against my sensitive flesh, his tongue expertly flicking and teasing, causing me to writhe beneath him.

A symphony of sensations engulfs us as he continues his exploration, his fingers finding their way to my other nipple. With delicate strokes and gentle caresses, he alternates between the two, each touch sending shockwaves straight to my core.

The scent of sweat and arousal fills the air. It’s a deliciously intoxicating blend that heightens our senses and propels us further into this world of ecstasy.

As his hands continue to lavish attention on my breasts, his lips trail lower, leaving a trail of hot kisses along my abdomen. My breath hitches in anticipation as his tongue dips into my navel.

“I want…” Shy Theo is back, unable to ask for what we’re both dying for.

This is far more than we jokingly contracted for. It’s not delineated in the two-hundred-and-eighty-six articles of the imaginary piece of legislation.

It takes me less than a second to make up my mind, though.

“I want, too.” I breathe, letting him decide exactly how far he wants to go.

The noise he makes can’t be described. There’s no name for the combination of thrill and relief and desire all packed into his gravelly groan.

After leaning up to give me a long kiss that is so filled with longing and passion and excitement it is a testament to his affection, he kisses a hot trail down the center of my body. His fur slides like velvet as he licks and nips and hums lower, then settles into the valley between my thighs.

A thrill arrows through me when he inhales deep and long, as though my scent somehow gives him sustenance. It makes it impossible to forget his animal origins, as if that were even possible. How can I forget when his horns are arching over my torso, his shaggy hair is caressing my skin, and his lips and tongue are far from human?

“Mmm.” The sound he makes when he approaches the juncture of my thighs is more sensual than when a person takes a bite of their favorite food.

His hands gently open my legs as he inspects me. For the swiftest moment, I’m shocked and embarrassed, then I embrace his interest. When he murmurs, “So fucking beautiful,” and his hot breath ghosts along my intimate folds, I lose all inhibitions.

His tongue laps just below my entrance, snagging my cream on the tip of his tongue. Another “Mmm,” escapes him. Though I can’t see him, I imagine his eyes closing in pleasure as they did in Helen when he tasted that bite of apple right after I’d taken a bite.

“I could live on this.” He said that quickly, as though he’s in a hurry to taste more of me.

His touch is like that of an artist, every stroke deliberate and calculated to elicit the most exquisite pleasure. The wet warmth of his tongue against my slick folds sends shockwaves of ecstasy coursing through me. I whimper his name, my voice filled with need and desire.

My fingers clutch the thick pelt at his shoulders as I nestle closer, opening myself wider for him.

Theo’s lips close around my clit, sucking gently as his tongue flicks and dances across the sensitive bud. Waves of pleasure crash over me, pulling me more fully into a vortex of bliss. I grip him tighter, my body arching toward him, urging him to take me higher.

He delves deeper, his tongue slipping inside me, exploring every inch. I moan, unable to hold back the symphony of sounds escaping my lips. Pleasure radiates from my core, spreading like wildfire through my veins. It’s as though every nerve ending is alive and craving his touch.

Theo’s hands roam my trembling thighs, clutch my waist, and then go on the move again as they trace the curves of my body with reverence. His fingers dance along my sides, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. The warmth of his touch ignites a inferno within me, consuming any shred of control I had left.

As his mouth continues its erotic assault on my pulsating core, I gasp for air, my breath hitching with every flick of his talented tongue. The sweet tension builds and coils tight within me, threatening to explode into a burst of pleasure.

His lips detach from my clit momentarily, leaving me throbbing and aching for more. He gazes up at me through darkened eyes, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips. “You taste like heaven,” he whispers huskily, his voice thick with desire.

Unable to find the words to respond, I merely nod eagerly and press him closer, urging him to continue his heavenly ministrations. With a glint of mischief in his eyes, Theo returns to his task, his tongue far from shy as it slides deep into my throbbing core. Waves of pleasure crash over me as he expertly licks, then pulls out to suck my clit. Each movement takes me closer to the edge of bliss. The room fades away, leaving only our intertwined bodies and the sounds of our pleasure echoing in my ears.

My fingers weave into his hair, tugging gently as I press him even closer. Than long, facile tongue finds places inside me I never knew existed. His groans vibrate against me, fueling the fire burning within us both. It’s a dance of give and take, a harmony of pleasure and need that leaves us breathless and yearning for more.

I feel the tension building within me, a coil threatening to unravel at any moment. Every stroke of his tongue brings me closer to the precipice. I’m teetering on the edge, my skin sheened with sweat, my body trembling with anticipation.

And then it happens.

An explosion of sensations engulfs me as my climax washes over me like a tidal wave. I cry out in pleasure, my body writhing beneath Theo’s skilled touch. A kaleidoscope bursts behind my lids as I’m swept to another plane of existence for a moment. But somehow I manage to hang onto him as I lose touch with reality for long moments as my muscles pulse and dance with pleasure.

He continues to lap at my core, prolonging my release and coaxing every last ounce of ecstasy from me. I’m left breathless and sated, both numb and overstimulated at the same time.

As the aftershocks of my climax subside, Theo raises his head, his eyes dark with desire and satisfaction. A satisfied smile graces his lips as he crawls up my body, his furred chest brushing against mine, sending shivers down my spine.

We lie there tangled in each other’s arms, our bodies slick with sweat and our hearts pounding in synchrony. The air is thick with the remnants of our passion, creating an intoxicating atmosphere that wraps around us like a warm embrace.

I trace lazy circles on Theo’s chest with my fingertips, marveling at the strength and tenderness radiating from him. His breathing gradually slows as he basks in the aftermath of our intense connection, his fingers idly caressing my cheek with a feather-light touch. The weight of his gaze bears down on me, filled with a mix of adoration and raw desire.

“You are exquisite,” he whispers, his voice carrying a husky timbre that sends a shiver down my spine. “Every inch of you is a… masterpiece.”

My heart flutters at his words, the intensity of our encounter still coursing through my veins. I feel seen, desired, and cherished in a way I never thought possible. It’s as if we’ve traveled to the edges of the universe and back, exploring uncharted territories of pleasure.

Theo leans in, brushing his lips against mine with a tenderness that melts any lingering tension. Our kiss is a slow dance of connected souls as our lips mold together in perfect harmony.

“Yep. You’re a natural, Theo. You deserve a reward. Your turn,” I say lazily as I marshal my energy to reciprocate.

He skims my hair off my forehead and gives me the sweetest, most affectionate kiss on the tip of my nose.

“You sleep, little one. Take care of me another day.”

“Said no man ever,” I quip, but don’t argue. He’s right. I’m so tired I could pass out right now. “How sweet you are, Theo.” I fall asleep with a silent vow to wake him with my mouth first thing in the morning.

 

 

Mouths can lie. Scents can’t.

Amelia
Mesmerized, I couldn’t look away as the biggest of all the orc firefighters fearlessly charged into the blazing building to rescue not one but two trapped children when no one else dared to enter. Imagine my surprise when, in my quest to find shelter for the displaced, I’m assigned to work with the heroic male who has invaded my dreams.

Thrall
I’m reckless. So what? I couldn’t let those naga children die. It seems my boss doesn’t agree. My punishment is to show some prissy do-gooder around the Zone. She’ll freak within ten minutes and it will be a good story to laugh over.

Amelia doesn’t run, though. She blasts into my life wearing a determined expression, irresistible curves, and an arousal scent that can be detected in the next county.

If she’s as sweet as she smells, I’m well and truly f*cked.

Thrill to the Embers of Change, a sizzling tale of forbidden love, as USA TODAY Bestselling author Alana Khan takes you on a thrilling journey of forced proximity and romance across different worlds.

No cheating or cliffhangers in this scorching romance, just a strong orc who loves his very good girl. Guaranteed love and eternal happiness await.

For readers 18+ ready to ignite their passion.

The very day Emma swears off impulsive choices in love, she encounters Kam, an orc firefighter who sets her world ablaze.

Emma
After my dirtbag ex left me with a maxed-out credit card and an empty fridge, I swore off bad boys. Yet, when brooding Kam enters my life with his otherworldly tattoos and an air of danger, I can’t seem to hold myself back. How can someone so wrong feel so irresistibly right?

Kam
Trapped in a fenced slum built to contain Others like me, my anger toward a world that despises me has always burned fiercely. Only Emma sees past the beast within me and embraces who I truly am. Can I heal my old wounds and express my passion for this precious female? One thing is clear—I would give my life to protect her.

Indulge in this sizzling tale of forbidden love, as USA TODAY Bestselling authors Aria Vale and Alana Khan take you on a thrilling journey as Emma and Kam are trapped together as they try to bridge the gap between their worlds.

No cheating or cliffhangers in this steamy romance where a big, green orc loves to tell his female what a very good girl she is. Guaranteed love and everlasting happiness.

For readers 18+.

The arrival of five thousand Others onto the blazing sands of the Mojave Desert could signal the end of life on Earth as we know it.

Clair
When I agreed to consult with the military on a top-secret project, I never dreamed my job would take me out of the lecture hall and into a world filled with orcs, nagas, and minotaurs.

Ashok, the mysterious orc warrior blessed with the power to unravel languages at a touch, is the key to discovering why they are here and if they plan to harm us.

Though shocking, the liberties he takes with my body aren’t too high a price to pay to protect the lives of everyone on Earth. Except how can I pretend this is a sacrifice when I can’t wait for his next “download”?

Ashok
The power of my magic is rivaled only by the intensity of Clair’s gentle touch. I’m drawn to her in a way I’ve never felt before until I discover she’s hiding plans to destroy my people.

Although we may be enemies by day, by night she warms my bed and makes me forget everything but her.

Prepare to be captivated by this spellbinding tale of forbidden love, high-stakes magic, and the delicate balancing act between desire and destiny.

Written by USA TODAY Bestselling authors Aria Vale and Alana Khan, Embers Origin has sweeping romance, explicit spice, and a happy ever after.

Bound by passion, shattered by deceit.

Marissa
The Others have been on Earth for 25 years, but I’d never met one until the huge orc Fire Chief landed in the ICU as my patient. He’s rude, snarly, and covered in tattoos. A girl would have to be out of her mind to want someone like him, right? I guess I’m out of my mind.

Actually, I’m obsessed.

It’s hard to see past his snarls to find the squishy guy he hides inside, but I do. One kiss leads to another, and before I know it, well, I discover he is not snarly all the time.

Until he learns my secret. I never meant to hurt him, but now he will not have a thing to do with me.

Brokka
Being dragged through the Rift and spit out onto this planet with nothing more than the clothes on my back wasn’t the worst thing in my life. Losing everyone and everything I had ever cared about was far more crushing.

Tender Marissa with her courage, caring, and delicious curves is the perfect reason for me to let go of my past. Until I discover our relationship is built on a lie. How can I love a woman I will never be able to trust?

Enjoy this age-gap, second-chance romance as Brokka and Marissa battle people in both their worlds, risking everything they hold dear to be together.

Written by USA TODAY Bestselling author Alana Khan.

No cheating or cliffhangers in this steamy romance. There’s phone s*x and much more for Marissa, who, it turns out, is a very good girl. Guaranteed love and happiness ever after.

For Readers 18+

Love is the ultimate weapon against darkness.

Ayla
Who said the universe doesn’t have a sense of humor? After being abducted and living in hell for three years, I escape straight into the protective arms of the sexiest, most decent male I have ever known. The funny part? He has chosen to live a monastic life that has no room for me.

Doctore
Finally free after a lifetime of cruel treatment, I wanted to live out my remaining years in peace. Ayla is sensual, spirited, and far too smart to miss the eager arousal I try to hide under my loincloth. How can I resist the tempting human who came hurtling into my life?

This sweet and sensual age-gap romance from USA TODAY Bestselling author Alana Khan is full of hurt/comfort, found family, and spicy goodness.

No cheating, no cliffhangers, and a guaranteed happily ever after. Warning: It contains graphic sex and violence.

For Readers 18+.

Desperate human Selene agrees to be the Demon Prince’s “wingwoman” on his urgent quest to find a suitable mate. Neither expected sparks to ignite or love to blossom in this sizzling cosmic adventure.

Selene
Jobless and desperate, I take a demon alien’s offer to play matchmaker. I only have to spend one month helping Ozias find a mate of his own species, and then I can walk away with enough money to start over. But the moment we touch down on his planet, he transforms from an aloof attorney to a dominant male who knows exactly what he wants—me.

Ozias
I’ve never stepped foot on my home planet, so I was not prepared for the Shift to overtake me. My body chemistry changes and suddenly I no longer want an Infernian mate. There’s only one female who ignites my flames. It is the little human, and by the stars above, I will have her.

 

What? Alana isn’t giving us a sexy snippet? Nope, not this week. What I think is special about this series is the way the robots wind up having more humanity than the humanoids. I just love this scene. HK, a Hunter-Killer robot, is bodyguarding Jessica on Klaginn Station, a shithole space station.  The two of them pass the time sometimes making up words.

 

“Wait,” HK says as we’re about to pass the intersection of two hallways.

Although we’ve passed this way twice before, I never noticed the small, raised pond in the middle of this intersection. At some point in the distant past, the management must have thought this was the way to give this space-pit some class.

It’s about as big around as a backyard kiddie pool back home. The edges are about three feet high. Inside are about ten disgusting, oily-looking fish–if you can even call them fish.

Their bodies are more snakelike than fishlike. Their heads are reminiscent of hammerhead sharks back home except their red eyes seem to glow in the dim hallway light. 

“Gross,” I say, ready to be on our way.

“But they’re so beautiful,” he says, his ungainly head cocked as if he’s mesmerized by the sight.

If he had a face, I’d be inspecting his expression to see if he’s teasing me, but of course he has no expression, just a blank pane of plexi. By the tone of his voice, though, he’s serious.

“Beautiful?” I ask, unable to see past their hammerheads and creepy wriggling tails.

“Watch how they move, Jessica. See their grace? The way they almost dance as they pass each other without touching in that crowded space? Look for the beauty.”

I give it another try, searching for the “dance,” the grace, and the beauty. 

Sure enough, when I ignore their ugly hammerheads and glowy eyes and general eeriness, I see the beauty in their movement. These poor creatures, ignored by most, abused by a few, have been left to fend for themselves in the midst of chaos. The bottom of their pool is littered with not only their own crap–literally–but the discarded detritus of passersby.

And yet they persist in their graceful movements, circling, circling, and never even nipping at each other. I edge toward HK, wanting to see things from the same angle as him. 

He turns on two lights I never noticed were on the top of his head and I watch as the animals’ oily shimmer changes color to verdigris. I’ve always loved that color, not because it’s the patina of the Statue of Liberty, but because it has so many variations.

Now that they’re in the light, their red eyes turn an amber color that looks beautiful against their scales.

For long moments, I don’t even realize I’ve stepped between him and the wall of the pool and he’s placed his powerful arms around me. Even after I notice our position, I make no effort to extricate myself from what would be an embrace if he were a humanoid. 

“Do you see it, Jess? Can you find the beauty in all the ugliness?”

Tears sprout from my eyes. It takes a moment to figure out my emotion. It’s overwhelm. At first, I think the feeling is jubilation at being able to look past the obvious into the sublime. Then I realize it’s so much deeper than being about the fish. 

I glance around us at the mob of aliens swarming the area. They’re nothing like the graceful fish. They’re bumping into each other, heedless of how their actions affect others. 

This isn’t about the fish or all the other aliens. This is about HK. He has more humanity than anyone on Klaginn Station. Possibly more than me.

I turn my attention from the pond to HK. He’s a hunk of laser-resistant plastic and metal. He’s big and capable of brutality, and is currently being carried away by the poignancy of these dancing fish.

“Abrogast,” I say. “The ability to see through society’s filters and find the beauty in the muck. You have more abrogast than anyone I’ve ever known.”

He turns his terrifying, red-eyed visage to me. “You made a word to describe me, Jessica? I’m honored.”

Forsaken, the third book in the Galaxy Artificials series, has a robot as the “leading man.” He may not have a face, a penis, or dexterous hands, but people (of the human as well as the robotic kind) want what they want.

Barada and Jess, however unlikely, have developed affection. Now they’re trying to figure out how to be sexual with each other—no small feat.

P.S. I promise a happy ever after in all my books. 

Barada

I’m going to meet Adam soon, and when I do, I’m going to thank him for the upgrade, then punch him in the face. Did he know what he was doing? Giving me emotions so close to humanoid that I possess lust?

I’m in this small, enclosed space with the female I love. Better than that, she loves me. Best of all? She wishes to develop a sexual relationship against all obstacles, including that I’m too heavy-handed to do more than give her the most perfunctory touch. I don’t even possess a penis.

Yet here I sit with desire pulsing along my sensors and the words I want, I want, I want pounding in my thoughts. And each I want is followed by the most vulgar, obscene, filthy pictures my processors can conjure.

Most of all, I want a penis. I want to slide it into her hot, wet channel and then pound into her until she calls my name over and over as she comes apart because of my touch.

Barada. It meant many wonderful things to her. That she bestowed that name on me fills me with pride.

The word “sexy” wasn’t in her description, though. Adam gave me so much, but what he didn’t equip me with might ruin this relationship. Even if it doesn’t, it might drive my processors insane.

I banish those thoughts and focus on Jess as she turns slowly, exposing herself to me inch by lovely inch. I commit this sight to memory so I can watch it over and over in the future.

“You’re so much more beautiful than I imagined,” I say, my voice hoarse with desire.

She’s standing still, waiting for my next command. I found several Internet sites that suggested this might arouse her. I didn’t expect it to be so stimulating to me.

“Remove your bra.”

She reaches behind her to release the binding. In the process, her breasts thrust toward me.

“Halt!” That came out more forcefully than I meant. Instead of frightening her, the base of her throat flushes, a tell that she’s aroused. 

“Come closer. Straddle my thighs. Then let me see your breasts.”

I wait to see fear on her features, but she’s licking her lips, her eyes bright with excitement. She’s not afraid, she’s eager. 

“Does Jess long to show herself to me?” I ask as I watch her place first one knee, then the other on the mattress on either side of me.

“Yes.”

“Go ahead.”

We shared a lot as we got to know each other on this trip. She hasn’t had a lover in a long time, since even before her abduction. I imagined she would be shy, but she barely hesitates as she lets the flimsy white fabric slip off her shoulders and then whisper to the floor.

I want to tongue her. I wish I had the gift of taste so I could know the flavor of her flesh. Would it have a salty tang or be sweet like her personality? The best I can do is reach to cup her breasts, to feel the weight of them in my palms.

I want, I want, my processor taunts me. 

My thighs are thick to provide the best mechanics to run in battle. As wide as she’s split to be able to straddle me, I spread them wider. This opens her for me. 

“I wish I could smell you,” I say. 

Her lids tighten in a long blink. I embarrassed her.

“To smell the scent of your arousal, Jess? Your arousal for me, for my words, for our connection. What could be wrong with knowing how much your body responds to me?”

“You’re right.”

“Tell me. Tell me what you’re feeling. I want to experience it with you.”

Her eyebrows flash upward in surprise, then a small smile widens on her face as she warms to the task.

“So you want dirty talk? Okay.” 

She wiggles her bottom to settle on my open thighs. In this moment, it’s like a flash of lightning removes the darkness from my mind. I don’t have many bodily sensors, but I have a keen imagination. I’ll pretend I’m feeling every inch of her skin on mine. Pretend I can smell her scent. Pretend I can touch every inch of her body.

“When you speak to me with this new voice of yours, this husky, masculine voice that is full of desire, it’s like you pluck something deep inside me.”

Did she just shiver with this admission?

“Maybe it’s a good thing you have no face, Barada, because I have a healthy imagination. I’m certain you’re looking at me like you’d eat me up if you could.”

I’ve always known Jess was smart, but now I believe she’s brilliant. She’s so in tune with me, she knows just how I’m feeling.

“Knowing how much you want me, just amps me up. When you finally tell me to take off my panties, you’ll be able to see for yourself how wet I am. Wet for you.”

She’s teaching me as she speaks. If my raw words are half as arousing to her as hers are to me, she’s got to be on fire.

“Don’t take them off yet. Slip your hand inside your panties and slide one finger inside your channel, Jess. Then pull it out so I can see it glisten in the dim lights.”

She just gasped. My words touched her deeply. 

“Be a good girl. Do it for me.”

This caused her to release the softest moan. I doubt she knows I heard it.

She follows my directions, sliding her hand along her gently rounded belly and between the silky fabric and her flesh. 

“Mmm,” she says as her lids shutter. 

I use this mind of mine, Jess calls it brilliant, to imagine what it feels like inside her channel. I want, I want. I want to know what this feels like. Sadly, no amount of pretending can be like the real thing.

She pulls her hand out to show me one finger, glossy with her own cream. 

“Suck it. Describe your taste.”

“There’s still some Hunter-Killer in you, Barada. You like to aggress, to push the limits.” Her words are raw, but she’s unafraid.

Instead of being shy, she warms to her task, taking her time as she opens her mouth and sucks her middle finger between her soft, pink lips. Although I have no face, she doesn’t take her gaze from my main visual processors. She’s challenging me. My brave Jess.

She sucks with loud smacks, then does something I saw on my deepest dives on her Internet. She’s mimicking what she would do with her mouth on my cock if I possessed one. If I possessed one, it would be hard as stone right now.

Although part of me wants to scold her for arousing me to the breaking point, instead, I praise her. 

“I wish I had a cock, Jess. I would have you suck me with those perfect lips. Just like you’re doing now.”

In answer, she whimpers as she widens her thighs to position herself to rub against me.

“Do you want release, pretty Jess?”

Another whimper. A nod.

“Tell me what your cream tastes like.”

“Tangy. An undertone of sweet.”

“Check again. One more taste to make sure,” I say. I want to imagine her penetrating herself, imagine it’s me.

“Please,” she protests even as she follows my direction and slides her hand into her panties, coming out with two fingers dripping with her feminine fluids.

“Suck,” I whisper harshly, unable to do more than speak in monosyllables.

This time she’s even more profane, taking her fingers as deeply as they will go, then sucking so tightly her cheeks hollow in a sexual rhythm.

“You are a good girl, Jess. I’m going to let you come now.”

Jessica

I’ve never been this aroused. Never. That I can say with certainty. 

I love how commanding he is. I love him telling me what to do. I love that no matter what I do, it only fans our flames.

My panties are soaked, my little clit is quivering, and I feel achingly empty. For the thousandth time, I wish he had a face. I’d love to see him as desperate for me as I know he is. Instead, I keep ramping us both higher.

He’s afraid of his own strength, but he’s heartrendingly tender when he lifts me under my arms, flips me over, and settles me to sit on his lap, my back to his front. I can even feel heat radiating from his body. He’s increased his internal temperature so I don’t feel the chill from his metal carcass.

“You’re going to make yourself come while I whisper in your ear. Understand?”

I nod.

“And Jess?”

I nod again.

“When you come, you’re going to say my name.”

I nod.

With that, he slips his forefingers under the sides of my panties and in one swift, strong pull, rips them off my body. 

Fuck! That was sexy.

He pulls my legs open, settling the soles of my feet on the bed outside his widespread thighs, and says, “Do just as I ask, Jess. Touch yourself as if you were me. As if you’re exploring your body for the first time. Soft at first, then more confidently. Let me know with your body movements and your noises what feels good and what makes you insane with desire.”

My heart is hammering in my chest as my arousal grows from a gentle summer rain to a tsunami. I want this so badly. For both of us.

Instead of going for the gold the way I used to when I was alone in my bed, I skim the pads of my fingers from my knees up the insides of my thighs.

“It’s silky under my fingertips and just this side of ticklish. It builds anticipation. My mouth is dry.”

“Do it again. More slowly.”

He’s got me spread wide, my soles on the mattress. I meander along the same path I just traveled, only more deliberately. “You’re smart. The slower I go, the more arousing it feels.”

“Inch by inch this time,” he husks. “Feeling it from your perspective and mine.”

“Mmm. Your touch makes my inside walls flutter.”

“Good girl. Tell me more.”

I let my knees fall to the sides, opening myself even more as I nestle closer to him. 

“I’m dipping one finger into myself. Not past the first knuckle. Just to gather some of my cream.”

“More, Jess. Tell me more.” His voice is so husky, barely more than a rumble.

“There’s a point, I think I passed it ten minutes ago, where the need is beyond desperate. Usually, when I’m aroused, I want to be plundered, penetrated. But when I’m super horny, like right now, just the slightest breach feels like heaven. That’s how I feel now.”

I’m so deep in my lust, my thoughts are halfway between reality and a dream.

“It’s good, but not the most delicious part of the feeling. The best part is the promise of good things to come.”

“So much promise,” he whispers. “The promise of fulfillment.”

“My finger is wet, but it’s not like water. It’s slick. Because it’s welcoming an invasion.”

“Right Jess. If I could, I would rock into you right now. My cock would be stone hard for you and I wouldn’t be able to wait a nanosecond longer. I’d breach you slowly, just as you like. I’d fill you and make you come and lose myself with the bliss of it.”

He pauses, living out his fantasy in his mind, then presses closer and urges, “Tell me more.”

“I’m sliding up my center, between my lips, and swirling all that liquid around my clit. My hungry clit that wants you.”

“Of course it wants me. I love you. I want to be everything you need.”

“I’m teasing it. Circling with not nearly enough pressure to even hint at how explosive it will be when I come. I’m just making the tiny mound of flesh hard and needy. Say the sexiest thing you can think of right now, Barada.”

Without pause, he says, “If I could, I’d slide my tongue inside you, taste you, drink your juices, then flick your clit until you come with so much force your fingers clench and dent my metal.”

“Perfect. That made my insides flutter, made me want you even more.”

We keep talking as my fingers circle and he breathes the dirtiest things into my ear. At times I picture a flesh and blood male behind me, but mostly I accept the sweet perfection of what I have, a strong, smart male who cares so deeply for me he would die for me if it would save my life.

I’ve ratcheted my desire higher and higher until I’m whining, “Please, please, please,” my voice ricocheting around the cabin.

“Come for me, Jess,” he murmurs in my ear.

I was strung so tight, all I needed was his statement willing me, pushing me off the precipice I’d been dangling over for long minutes. A whirlwind releases inside me, bounding with fury as it circles low in my belly, then explodes outward, tightening every muscle. 

My jaws clench, my toes curl, and I moan long and loud. When my mind finally catches up and I can think again, I call his name as I throw my head back against the spot where his pec would be.

Though it’s hard where I’d love for it to be soft, it’s still Barada, my Barada. Sweet, tender, caring male who loves me beyond measure.

“Beautiful Jess. Sweet Jess. You’re perfect.”