My Alien's Baby (Draci Alien 2)

When I’m only halfway there, a door opens in the middle of nowhere and a man steps out.

Holy shit.

I was hoping he’d be handsome but dear God. He’s so good looking that I almost turn and run for my car.

Don’t be a coward!

My new mantra in life. So I square my shoulders, plaster on a smile, and walk over to the man.

“Hi.” I hold out my hand to shake and it only trembles a little. “I’m Ana, your mate.”

Chapter Two

Ezo

The human female—Ana—extends her hand to me. I look at it uncertainly and then glance back up to her friendly eyes.

She is an exquisitely beautiful, delicate thing. And so colorful. I have not seen so much color since the sunsets on Draci and that was more than a hundred and fifty years ago. Her hair is pink and the single piece of cloth covering both her chest and legs down to her knees is a bright turquoise. There are colorful pictures on her skin and she wears face paint that accentuates her large eyes and plump, pink lips.

I look back to the hand she has extended my way. She did say she is my mate. This is all moving a little more quickly than I expected but I am happy to scent her if she is offering.

I take her hand and lift it to my mouth.

Then I extend my tongue and take a leisurely lick across her knuckles and then, bending and unfurling her fingers, I lick up along the intricate lines of her palm.

“Oh!” she gasps as her scent overloads my senses.

Female and sex and everything flowery and more sex. My eyes spring open wide as I look back to her face.

She seems just as startled as I feel.

I let go of her hand and take a step back. “Was I not supposed to do that?”

“Oh,” she says again, still breathing rapidly. “No, that was fine. It was good, I mean. I say let’s get on with the mating. Because that’s what you’re here to do, right? Get the Earth female pregnant? Well, here I am.” She laughs and shakes her hands back and forth like I have seen some of the entertainers do on the videos we gathered to study the planet.

She’s sensible in addition to beautiful. I nod. “Yes. Let us mate so I can get you pregnant.”

Her whole face brightens. “Great. How about inside your shuttle?”

I blink in surprise. It had been my understanding that human females were difficult to court and that persuading one to undergo the process of transformation that Shak’s mate did might be a long and delicate undertaking.

But this female seems as enthusiastic as I am. And when I scent the air every few seconds, her arousal smell is still thick in the air.

She is ready for mating and she is ready now.

“My shuttle is cramped. We could go to a secondary location.” My voice comes out slightly strained because though I know I should be more patient, my double penises have descended at her scent. I imagine stripping off her strange coverings and exploring her right here on the floor. The thought hardens my shafts even more.

But her eyes only widen in alarm at my suggestion and she says, “No!” before reaching out and grasping my hand in hers.

She is so soft. Like the petals of a flower.

But then she tugs on my hand and pulls me back towards the shuttle.

I press my hand to the plasma reader beside the door. It scans me and then the door swiftly opens. Ana squeezes my hand and when I glance over at her, she looks delighted.

“I’ve always dreamed about what an alien spaceship might look like,” she breathes out in wonder.

“Then dream no more,” I smile, using our hand bond to pull her aboard.

Once inside, she twirls as if trying to take in everything at once.

“It’s so sleek,” she whispers, running her hand over the pyrthithium interior. Then she hurries over to the console where she looks at the plasma panel in wide-eyed wonder. She looks but does not touch what she does not understand.

She is curious but smart. My chest puffs out. I have a beautiful, intelligent, curious mate. I prayed for good Fortune from the ancients but this is turning out better than I even could have imagined.

I think she will ask me more about the shuttle, or ‘spacecraft’ as she called it, but when she looks over her shoulder and sees me watching her, her expression changes.

Her smile drops. Did I do something to upset her? But the next moment she pulls her body coverings off over her head in one swift movement.

She wears nothing underneath, now completely bared to me.

I gulp as my erections strain the fabric of my own body coverings. I wore them because Shak insisted they are a necessity here on Earth. But if my mate can shuck hers so easily, then surely I can too.