Twelve Days of Xanthus

She slipped her arm through his and guided him outside with one hand on his arm. His looked at their surroundings as he breathed in the cold air, and his chest ached. Violet had explained earlier on one of their walks, the feeling was a natural response but it made him uncomfortable. Like his lungs were about to stop operating. The white snow covered every inch of ground and dusted the trees and the porch railing.

“Come on, we need to get the car going and brush the snow and ice off.”

He followed her, wondering what the ground beneath the powder that gave way beneath his feet looked like. The crunch sounded sharp to his ear, and the clouds of smoke that swirled out from his mouth were whimsical. Zenton was flat lands in shades of red and orange. It was a rarity but they did get an occasional rain. There was plenty of vegetation but it was not the green of Earth. It was deep purples with the occasional pops of magenta and burnt orange. The temperature ranged between the eighties and nineties. When they reached the vehicle he knew to be an SUV, he eyed it skeptically. The dark green metal machine didn’t look safe to be driving on the dangerous road.

“I know she doesn’t look much compared to posh space crafts, but she handles like a dream.”

How had she known what he was thinking?

“I may not have extra senses, but I read faces like a dream.”

She flashed him a wink and hit the tiny square on her key chain. The beep the car emitted made him jump as it echoed though the empty space.

“It’s just my car alarm.”

She opened the door, placed the key into the tumbler, and told him to get inside. He did as she asked and watched as she hit a button on the front of the dash display, and removed a stick with bristles. As she brushed off the snow, the car warmed up, melting the ice. He had to give it to the humans - they were creative. Still, the technology on his planet made them seem downright primitive. He focused his energy on the heaters and gave them a boost with his powers. At least he could do this much. It felt odd, letting Violet do everything. He was bred and built to be a warrior. As Kala’s slave, he was also charged with her protection. Kala was strong, but a queen always has enemies, and he was the one who was closest to her.

Violet returned to the car, and they headed out away from the cabin. The drive was more white broken up by buildings, cars, snow-covered trees, and telephone poles. Music played softly in the background and he listened to the words. Music wasn’t incorporated the same way in his culture. They used their instruments and musical compositions for ceremonies, but they weren’t a part of their everyday life.

When they pulled up into the parking lot, he was amazed at how many different cars were packed into the spaces.

“It’s not normally this busy, but it’s Christmas time. I know it’s not the ideal test run, but you’re going to need supplies and clothing when you leave the cabin. If we can find something in your size.” She gave him a slow once over. Her gaze heated his blood and his pheromones threatened to escape.

“Don’t you dare, Xanthus.”

The use of his full name snapped him out of the lust he’d been about to fall head long into.

“I refuse to act like a straight freak in the Walmart parking lot. I have to leave this experience with some of my dignity intact. Come on, let’s get in and out of here before those sex glands of yours open and I try to jump your bones.”

Her words were odd, but he got the meaning. Satisfaction spread through him. It was different from the contentment from excelling in training. He liked it.

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They left the store with a shopping cart filled to the brim. Violet smiled. Sharing Christmas with someone who was experiencing it for the first time was special. Apparently, even aliens couldn’t resist the lure of bright wrapping paper, ornaments, lights, and other decorative items. During the drive home, he asked numerous questions. Seeing the child-like awe prevalent in such a large man was irresistible. She wanted to hug him and ride him to completion in the same thought.

His silky smooth voice did strange things to her body. Her breasts grew swollen, her nipples stiffene

d, her body tingled, and her panties went from moist to drenched. The affection she’d developed during their time together was taking a dangerous turn. She pulled into the drive. Her face felt flushed, her clit was engorged, and her core hummed. Violet put the car in park and turned to look at Xan. Clothed in a pair of dark blue jeans, a cream colored thermal shirt, a gray sweater, and a thick, black overcoat, he was still drool worthy. She’d never been the type to be attracted to muscular men, but on him, it worked. Pheromones. He glanced up, and she licked her suddenly dry lips. She wanted to kiss him. The personal nature of her thoughts stunned her.

“Violet?”

She shook her head to clear it. “Yeah, let’s get our stuff inside.”

She pushed the door open, grateful for the frigid air that cooled her heated flesh, at least temporarily. The soles of her knee length, black suede boots crunched onto the packed snow as she made her way to the doorway. It took the two of them about ten minutes to complete their trips back and forth from the car to the cabin and put things away. Once they were settled in, the familiar electric current began to pulse through her body. The hair on the back of her neck stood on end and something in her belly tightened. Xan’s eyes darkened with lust, and the delicious scent began to pour from him. The odor was the same, the scent of the air before the rain only intensified. She ran her fingers through her dark tresses in an attempt to defuse the tension. Silence stretched out between them like a shadow. One word, one movement, and she’d fall on him. Her heart beat in her chest double time as her breasts heaved with the effort to breathe. Hot liquid ran from her cleft. His nostrils flared and she knew he could smell it. A fresh wave of his scent hit her and she moaned. The lusty sound bounced off the walls.

She peered down at his pants. The large bulge made her purr in the back of her throat. Their gazes held, and Violet peeled off her jacket and tossed it to the floor without breaking eye contact. His lips beckoned and she planned on indulging herself. From what he’d said about Zenton, she got the feeling his culture wasn’t big on kissing because it would be too intimate. With each day that passed, she grew closer to telling him goodbye. The day had become a looming black cold on the horizon. She and Xan fit together. The routine they’d eased into felt natural and right. She didn’t want him to leave. Yet, she had no right to ask him to stay when all he ever wanted was his freedom.

Time to stop struggling with the need to make love. At least she could give him this gift and carve her own unique place in his memories. She needed to be more than some Earth lay he did out of some sense of misguided duty and biological instinct. Her steps were sure as she made her way to where he stood, transfixed by her. The thought made her want to burst into giggles. She had never been the kind of woman a man was riveted by.

Off went his jacket followed by the sweater she tugged over his head. She fingered his thick braid, and smirked at his quick intake of breath. This beautiful man needed to be worshipped with lips and fingers. She unwound his hair, ran her hand through his dark tresses, and tugged gently to bring his mouth down to her own. She pressed her lips against his and marveled at the trembles that shook his large frame. To see this warrior so moved by such a simple thing endeared him to her. Their mouths came together and mated until they were both breathless. Lust ran rampant but she fought down the ravenous beast that clawed at her belly to give him a proper loving. Violet eased her hands up his taut belly. His muscles jumped in response and she leaned in to press tiny kisses on his chest through the shirt.

“I think we need to get rid of the rest of our clothes, don’t you?”

“Yes.” His voice was husky and raw.

Their clothing hit the floor as they stripped down in record time. Lips reattached, they stumbled back to the rug in front of the hearth. The fire popped and crackled behind them. We aren’t going to make it to the bedroom. The two sank down onto their knees and she attacked his mouth once more. He tasted like the caramel apple cider they’d purchased at the coffee shop next to Walmart and the unique flavor that was him alone.

They broke apart to breathe, she pushed him onto his back, and straddled his thighs. His stiff cock brushed against her wet lips. She arched her back and threw back her head. She rubbed against him, and the friction made her gush like a fountain. The world narrowed down to the feel of him as he slid against the place she needed him most.