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I don’t know if this is a tactic to get me off-balance, but it’s working. As far as I know, he could tell Atlas about our little encounter as soon as we get to the compound. This little run-in with Keon en’Ganivet could blow the whole operation.
“We shouldn’t,” I manage to hiss out.
He suddenly stops, the sensation vanishing. I gasp in a harsh breath, my pussy clenching uncontrollably as my body begs for release.
“You think we shouldn’t, or you don’t want to?” Keon asks. “Because if it’s the latter, I’ll stop. Otherwise, there’s no good reason…and it isn’t like you’re not in for more of this when you get to the compound.”
“What?” I whisper.
“Atlas is untouchable, but he has the Gift as well,” Keon murmurs. “And just because he won’t touch you physically doesn’t mean he won’t do this.”
The sparks start up again on my knee, then higher.
“So you’re just trying to ease me into it,” I say.
Keon chuckles low in his throat.”Sure, we can call it that,” he says. “But honestly, darling…I really just want to make you come.”
His voice is so deep, rich, almost melodic. I’ve never heard his music, but I can imagine that he’s an excellent singer.
I lick my lips.
“Okay,” I say. “Why not?”
The pressure is sudden and intense—a crackle of energy right at the juncture of my thighs, then surrounding my clit. I jerk my hips and come at his command, my hands flying to my breasts to flick at my nipples and enhance the sensation. I tug gently at my piercings through my top, riding out an intense, long-lasting orgasm…and when I open my eyes, Keon is staring at me with a gaze that flashes electric blue, his own jaw open and his tongue scraping his teeth.
My breaths continue to come in quick, short gasps, but I compose myself quickly—especially when I think about how fucking absurd this is. I met this man a half hour ago, and he’s already made me come without even touching me. I know I’m on an alien planet, but this…?
This istrulyalien.
“Is that how your people greet all the girls?” I ask with a short laugh. Fuck—I’m drenched through my panties, maybe even through the silky fabric of my jumpsuit.
Keon lets out a loud laugh, tilting his head up toward the ceiling. His erection is still prominent, and he doesn’t do anything to hide it; some horny creature inside me was really hoping he would take it out, just so I could get a look.
“Just the interesting ones,” he says. “And you, Penelope Lykaios—youare as interesting as they come.”
“It’s Penn, actually; I hate to be called Penelope,” I say. “And you really don’t think Atlas will be mad?”
“Don’t think so,” Keon says. “I hate to break it to you, but Atlas is more concerned with politics than he is with women. And darling…he wouldn’t have sentmeto pick you up if he hadn’t expected you already wet and willing when we got to him.”
Of course; I should have known. Because they don’t play by the same rules here on Aelydon as we do on Earth. On this planet, women are a rarity, and my express purpose here is as a bride—as breeding stock—for an alien mafia king. I bite my lip, straightening my shoulders as Keon starts to compose himself as well.
He’s still hard. Not quite as much as before, but enough that any human male would be embarrassed. Keon shifts in his seat to at least try to make it less prominent, crossing his legs to rest his right ankle on his left knee.
“So should I expect that from all of your people?” I ask. “You know…the Gift. And being so…sexually aggressive.”
Keon laughs again, like I’ve just told him the funniest thing in the world. “You’re hilarious,” he says. “Not at all; haven’t you heard what they call me?”
“I can’t say I know all that much about you,” I say.
“Refreshing,” he says. “Well…they call me the deviant prince. Now you know why.”
CHAPTER FIVE
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PENN
It doesn’t take us long to arrive to what I assume is a palace.
