Chosen Alien Gene: The Complete Collection (SciFi Alien Menage Romance) by Meg Ripley

had seen.
    Slowly, the human-like facades that the two men had borne dissolved away, revealing what were unmistakably non-human creatures. The two individuals in front of Giselle had brilliant dark blue eyes flecked with slowly whirling specks of gold, gray-purple skin, and lean muscles underneath their skin that looked subtly different from human configurations. She took a deep breath and exhaled, absorbing the new shock. “Okay,” she said slowly, more out of the need to say something than out of certainty of what she was seeing. “Okay. So you’re definitely not regular old humans.”
    Bronn laughed. “I’m sure you can understand,” he said, giving her what looked like a sympathetic look with his unearthly eyes, “we have to remain as secretive as possible; few humans know of what we are, what we’re doing—even the fact that we’re here.”
    Lenth continued, “This place is Bronn’s research facility; I have one also.”
    “So…” Giselle looked at her cup of coffee and picked it up, draining half of its contents. “So, you’re aliens, and you’re trying to find out if you can use human women to create some kind of… human-alien hybrid?”
    Both alien men nodded. “We’ve studied human sexuality extensively from afar to attempt to understand; our colleagues have made many reports, and now Lenth and I are…” Bronn frowned, groping for the words. “I think you say it as ‘in hot water?’ ” Giselle nodded. “Because we have not found recruits for our own studies.”
    “So you both want to…study…me.”
    “Yes,” Lenth said. “We can promise that we will not do anything to attempt to hurt you. If you are injured, we can make sure that you are repaired as quickly as possible.”
    “Like a sex doll?” Giselle asked, blushing bright red at the impersonal way the man had said ‘repaired.’
    “Treated,” Bronn corrected his friend. “We understand from previous reports that human women are much…smaller inside than the females of our species.” His shoulders moved in a gesture that approximated a shrug. “We know more than our colleagues—because they have already made mistakes that we will be able to avoid.”
    Giselle opened her mouth, closed it again. “So how is this going to work?” she asked.
    Bronn’s lips twisted in what looked like a smile. “We understand from our research that some human females enjoy reproduction with two males at once,” Bronn said cautiously.
    “You’re seriously propositioning me for a threesome.” Giselle made the question almost a statement, staring at the two aliens.
    “Yes,” Lenth said. “Of course, it would also be good to experiment on you separately, if you are comfortable with that.”
    Giselle took a deep breath and exhaled it sharply. “I’ve never actually been in a threesome,” she said, licking her lips. She could remember—more vividly than she liked—fantasizing about the two men while she had been drunk hours earlier; fantasizing in particular about having them both at the same time. “Okay,” she said quickly. “Okay. I’ll do it.”
    “Would you like to see the lab?” Bronn asked, amusement making the gold flecks in his eyes seem to whirl faster. Giselle considered the question for a moment before nodding.
    As Bronn led her through the house, Lenth at her side, Giselle wondered if she was making a huge mistake. Aliens. They’re aliens. Experimenting on humans. I must still be dreaming. There is no way this is real. She watched as Bronn leaned forward next to a door, pressing buttons on a keypad in a sequence. The door opened with a whisper of sound.
    Giselle stared into the room for a moment before walking through the door; the room was unlike any laboratory she had ever seen. There was a bed, for one—it looked to Giselle’s eyes like a king-size bed, perfectly made with full linens. There were machines that Giselle couldn’t identify, and along shelves and in open cabinets, there were more sex toys than