The Lonely Orphan (The Lost Planet 5)

I look away.

One…two…nope.

Rekk, her breasts are lovely.

“You know, screw it. You want them so badly. Have them,” she says, emphasizing her words by grabbing them and making my cock lurch in response. “Back home people have casual sex all the time to scratch an itch. Then, they can move on to their real matches. It’s called kissing a few frogs to find your prince. Who knows, maybe my prince is waiting for me at the Facility. I’m into the nerdy quiet type. Got anyone like that?” Her face is red from fury and she’s never looked more beautiful.

“You want to mate with me?” I ask, astonished.

It must be my dazzling smile that finally wore her down.

“Stop cheesing at me like that, goober.”

“Like this?” I grin, baring all my teeth.

A laugh escapes her, making my heart skip a beat. “I feel like this is my own personal hell. What did I do to deserve this?”

“Am I supposed to answer that or is it a ridiculous question?”

She snorts. “Not ridiculous—although yours was—it’s called a rhetorical question. And you’re not supposed to answer.”

I test her breast theory again, looking out the window for one, two, nope. Can’t do it. Rekk, that’s difficult.

“Take your pants off, Captain. Let’s get this show on the road. You need to fuck me out of your system and I need…I have my own needs.” She stands and puts her hands on her hips. “Where’re we doing this?”

I rise to my feet, eager to mate with her. Finally. All my dreams since I laid eyes on her have been about this moment.

“And you better use the pull-out method so help me or I’ll murder you,” she warns. “Y’all may not have rubbers because you’re into procreation and whatnot, but I’m not about to let a one-night stand knock me up.”

I don’t understand any of what she said, but she’s taking off her shirt.

Mortarekker!

Her breasts are—

“Come on,” she orders. “I don’t have all night. Get naked already!”

I strip out of my suit as I stalk her. She peels off clothes, backing away from me until her rump hits the metal wall, making her shriek. Her eyes are wide when I free my cock and take it in my hand. It’s most certainly the most impressive one on this planet, I am sure.

“Okay, so,” she starts as I pounce. She lets out a squeal when I grab her rump and lift her. Her blunt claws dig into my shoulders. “We do this and we’re done. Understood?”

Negative, lovely red-haired alien.

I don’t think I’ll ever be done with you.

She whimpers when my cock rubs against her pussy—that’s what I’ve overheard the girls back at the Facility giggle and call it before. I think it feels good for her because she rocks her hips, seemingly eager for the friction. We go at it like this for several moments until she shudders wildly. I nearly spill my seed all over her stomach but barely refrain.

“Oh, God,” she cries out.

I don’t know exactly what’s happening, but she’s blissed out and happy. I did this. The only mort who can make her do this. I am certain. With my cock in my grip, I slide into the wet channel between her thighs. One hard thrust and I’m deep inside her warmth. Her slick muscles contract around me, making me nearly black out from pleasure.

Rekk-rekk-rekk-rekk!

“Now, remember,” she barks out, “oh my God, you didn’t just c—”

Her words die out as the toxica hits her bloodstream, rendering her useless. I pull her against my chest, holding her rump with one hand and stroking my claws through her silky red hair with the other one.

“It takes longer when it’s my hand,” I explain away my quick release as I walk her to my room on the ship. “Next time maybe it won’t happen so fast.” My heart rate stammers in my chest. “Rest now, red-haired alien. You’re my mate and I’ll take care of you now.”

A hiss of air escapes her as I slide her off my cock that drips with my seed and lay her down on the bed. Curling around her, I inhale her scent, admire her lovely breasts, and then meet her stare.

Fire.

Fury.

Flames.

I found a mate who blazes like the sun.

I’m a lucky mortarekker.