Twelve Days of Xanthus (2 page)

“Please do not alert the human authorities!” His eyes went wide and he stood only to hit the floor and bend over once more in the ultimate show of submission. The man’s body shook with what she could only assume was fear- no, absolute terror. It made it difficult for her to write him off. He believed his story no matter how farfetched it sounded. She might regret this later, but for now, her gut told her she needed to further investigate.

She’d dragged a chair away from the couch, and sat with the gun leveled at him. “Get up, sit back on the couch. Now, tell me what you’re so afraid of.”

“Capture. I do not wish to remain a slave any longer. Kala mistreats all her slaves. My time to
disappear
in the night, never to be heard from again approached and I found I could not allow myself to die so easily.”

His matter of fact tone chilled her. He almost had her convinced. Except the things he said were insane.

“I can sense your disbelief.”

“How did you know what I was thinking?” she whispered.

“I can’t. I only sense heightened emotions.”

No!
“
If
you are really an a-alien.” She stumbled over the last word. “How would you know my language?”

“The ship equips us with a translator it embeds in our brain. I understand most of your words, but some of your phrases are very odd.”

“Pot meet kettle.”

“Like that one.”

She shook her head.

“You do not believe me?”

“No,
Xanthus,
I don’t.”

“A slave cannot lie to his mistress. I will show you my powers and you will see.”

He closed his eyes. The TV remote floated up from the table and whizzed over to land in his upturned palm.

Violet jumped. “How did you do that?”

“By manipulating molecules.”

Her body shook and she clutched her shotgun tight. This couldn’t be real. The guys from work must be setting her up. Any minute now, someone would jump out of a closet, laughing his or her ass off.

“Do not be afraid, mistress. I only seek shelter for the next twelve days.”

“Then what happens?” she asked.

“Then the tracking device on my bands will be rendered ineffective.”

He held up his arms and the fire glinted off the black bands.

This is really happening.

She opened her mouth to speak, and a throaty purr came out instead. Horrified by her behavior, she gasped.

“It’s not your fault, Mistress,” Xanthus whispered, his dark eyes sad. Her anxiety skyrocketed.

“It’s the hormones.”

“I don’t care if you’ve got a keen sense of smell, or not, Spock. That’s rude.”

“Not your hormones, Mistress, mine. It’s why the strongest of the Xanths are harvested to mate with the Zenths. Our glands secret something similar to what your people refer to as an aphrodisiac.”

“This cannot be happening,” she whispered. Beads of sweat began to form on her forehead.

“Is it hot in here to you?” she asked.

“Please let me ease the ache, Mistress. It will only continue to worsen until I do.”

“No, no, I’m fine.”

She gritted her teeth and slowly counted to ten. She sat next to an alien who secreted some super scent that made her want to jump his bones. She licked her suddenly dry lips and whimpered when her nipples hardened and her breast grew heavy. Stiff points pressed against the silky material of her bra, creating a delicious sensation that spiraled through her body. A pulse began at her core and her clitoris filled with blood. She wrapped her fingers around the side of the chair and fought against the impulse to rub her thighs together. Her breath came in pants. Desire became a never ending wave that pounded her body over and over until her panties were soaked with her dew, and her body shook from the effort it took her not to move.

“Please, Mistress. Allow me to relieve the tension. It will only become worse and I never intended to cause you pain.”

She glanced up and fell into the deep, dark pools of his eyes. Her body felt heavy and drugged and she watched him approach her through hungry eyes. She wanted to taste every inch of his golden flesh. He pulled the shotgun from her limp fingers and set it on the ground beside her. Xanthus bent over and placed an arm on either side of her body. She inhaled, dragging his scent deep into her lungs. Her nostrils flared. He smelled like the air just before rain mixed with something exotic and mouth watering. Her hand touched the heated flesh of his chest.
When had her hand moved?
Violet glanced up at him and her vision blurred. She blinked and found his cheek pressed against her own. He nuzzled at her like a cat. The skin to skin contact kicked her sex drive into warp speed.

She turned her head to the left and captured his lips with her own. Xanthus tasted sinful, full bodied, and sweet with a bite. His body tensed and he paused, his lips resting against hers without moving. Perhaps they didn’t kiss on Zenton. She thrust her tongue in between his full lips, determined to show him how kissing worked. Her hands curled and her fingers scraped along his chest. His mouth moved against hers, tentative and awkward. It was sweet in a way. For a brief moment, she wondered what the slaves did on his planet. Then he moaned and rational thought flew out the window when he responded. He went from shy to ravenous as he devoured her like a man lost in the dessert too long at a well. Violet had never felt passion like this. Xanthus hadn’t even touched her anywhere but her lips, and she was literally dripping. Her nectar ran from her pussy down to her upper thighs, soaking her blue jeans. They pulled apart for air and his skin once more caught her gaze.
Perfection.
She leaned in to lick a path around his pert nipple. The salty taste danced along her palette and she traced a slick path around his chest.

She continued to tease him; each pass she made with her tongue moved closer and closer to his nipple but never actually touched it. His muscles tensed. Sweat formed on his skin and she made her move. She paired a swift pinch of his left nipple with a gentle bite to his right. Xanthus jerked. His face flushed and his breathing grew rough as she persisted with her tongue torture. Violet ran her hands over every inch of his body she could reach, as she learned him and his reactions.

“I wish to pleasure you.” His voice rumbled in his chest. God, how could a man so subservient be so damned alluring at the same time? She’d unleashed an inner Dominatrix she hadn’t known existed. Something about those pheromones he produced loosed all her inhibitions.

“Mmhmm, I like the sound of that. Put a hurting on my pussy, Xanthus.”

A sound more akin to an animal then a man burst free and he leaned forward to take her swollen nipples into his mouth through her shirt and her bra. She sucked in breath between her teeth and arched. The wet heat he provided made her shiver. He sucked and nibbled as his hand massaged her opposite breast. Her fingers itched to hold on to something more than the hard underside of the chair. She freed them, buried them into his thick hair, and purred. The luxurious, silken strands felt heavenly. A shimmer in the air caught her eye. Her jaw fell open when she found herself nude in front of him. He’d put some kind of alien whammy on her clothing! She opened her mouth to protest when his hands stopped working their magic on her bare breast and moved down to spread her thighs wide. He dropped to his knees and dove in between her legs like a swimmer into a pool.

His tongue blazed a path between her wet lips once, twice, and then he flicked her swollen button and drove his stiff tongue into her tight entrance. She screamed as the penetration tossed her into a toe-curling, spine tingling completion. Light burst behind her lids. Her body went spastic as every nerve ending she had fired at one time. When she came to, he still lapped at her pussy. He looked up as if he sensed her eyes on him. His tongue paused in mid lick and he pulled back.

“What did you do to me?” Her voice was as shaky as her body.

“When I’m aroused, my glands secret a chemical that heightens my partner’s arousal.”

“Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.”
The man was literally engineered for sex!

“I’m sorry, Mistress, I don’t understand.”

He shook his head and she focused in on his face. His lips shone with her juices. Heat infused her face.
What had she just allowed a complete stranger to do
? No. Not just a stranger, an alien. She’d never had an after buzz killed so fast. She crossed her legs and placed her arms over her chest.

“You need to stop calling me Mistress. My name is Violet.”

“You would let me address you by the name given by your birth mates?”

“Yes, you came here to gain your freedom, didn’t you?”

“Yes.” He nodded.

“Then it’s time you stand up and take some of it back. I do not rule you in any way, Xanthus. I’ll help you hide away. I could never sit back and allow anyone to be taken back into slavery. But I have two things to ask. Keep your…body parts-” She gestured with her hand. “-to yourself, and please return my clothes from wherever you zapped them off to.”

He nodded and she felt the light weight of cloth and denim.

“The other wish I will not be able to grant, Mi-”

She glared and he paused.

“Violet.”

“Why not?”

“Because you are my mistress, the connection has already been made; it can’t be taken back, unless I get a new mistress.”

“Wait! Are you telling me this insatiable need for sexual contact will continue on indefinitely?”

“Yes, but it will lessen and soon the effects will only be felt when it’s time to be intimate.”

She sighed as she placed her hands on her head. “Before we get into this we need to get you something to wear. Maybe it’ll block some of that potent scent you have,” Violet said standing from the couch.

She waved him toward her before she made her way down the hallway to one of the rooms on the right. After trial and error, they managed to piece an outfit together from her brothers’ wardrobes. With Xanthus dressed and a little less distracting, they left the rooms she’d dubbed as his. On the way back, she paused to show him the bathroom before they continued back to the couch.

Settled back in she spoke. “Okay, start over again at the top. Tell me about your planet, how you escaped, and how I can help.”

“Thank you, Mistress.”

“Xan.”

“Xan?” he asked.

“It’s a nickname. Now what’s my name?”

“Violet.”

She managed a small smile. “Better, we’ll get there.” Violet’s eyes began to grow heavy as the heat from the fire and comfortable couch worked together to lull her into a relaxed state that threatened to turn to sleep. “Okay, I think it’s time for both of us to go to bed.”

“Where will we sleep?”

“We? No, remember that independence thing we talked about? It’s going to start with you in your own room.”

He looked crestfallen. She rushed ahead with an explanation. “It’s called a guest room; it’s where we allow friends and family to sleep. It’s not an insult or a demotion of any kind, I promise.”

His countenance lightened and she smiled. Violet pushed up from the couch. “Come on, I’ll get you settled in.”

She lead him down the hallway to the room and turned on the light. Xan examined the room with care, running his hand over the dresser as he scanned the room and moved to sit on the edge of the bed. He was such a strange blend of strength and vulnerability it was impossible not to like him. He touched a place that had been long dormant. At thirty-five, she had grown tired of failed relationships and given up hope of finding love. This traveler from the stars gave her hope. If he could rise above the conditions on his planet and be someone different, there might just be hope for her to find her happily ever after.

“Do you remember where the bathroom is?”

“Yes.”

“Then you’re all set. If you need anything, come to my room, okay?”