How Not to Date an Alien by Stephanie Burke Page B

of that is quite repugnant.”
    “But…” she stammered. “But… But you said you were hunting me, that you were going to eat me…”
    “Of course.” He shook his head. “I tracked you and I stalked you, and according to the rules of congress for my people, you have been officially logged into the data base as properly hunted. And because I was able to enter and capture you, it is my pleasure to partake…”
    “You said eat!”
    “Is that not the euphemism for oral sex?”

Chapter Nine
    “Oral sex?” Kilana knew her voice sounded faint and disbelieving, but what her ears were telling her could not be true.
    “Yes. You must agree that when compared to your human males, I am uniquely qualified.” He stuck his tongue out again and curled it around itself before pulling the forked thing back into his mouth.
    Kilana was stunned. “You mean all this time I thought you were going to eat me alive…”
    “Is there another way to do this?” He blinked his black eyes at her. “Please remember what I said before.”
    “You want to eat my pussy?” Was she angry? Was she confused? She really didn’t know. What she did glean was that a horrible tension that had damn near consumed her since her first conversation with this alien lifted from her shoulders. He was not murderous and cannibalistic, though cannibalism really didn’t apply here. He was just looking for a great time and wanting to share the sexual bliss.
    She didn’t know whether to kiss him or to smack him.
    So she did both.
    “Guanta!” he gasped, his eyes going wide. He lifted one hand to his face. “Ouch.”
    Then, before he could say or do anything else, Kilana twisted around, reached up, gripped his face, and pulled his mouth down to hers. “Mmm,” she moaned into his mouth, her tongue seeking and demanding entrance.
    He resisted, but only for a moment, before he allowed her inside and began to lightly stroke her tongue with his forked one.
    “Lemons,” she broke off to whisper against his full lips as her hands tangled in the hair that fell around his face. “You taste like lemons and vanilla.”
    Then she was turning her whole body, straddling his waist and devouring his mouth once again. The hunter had become the prey in her mind, and she had a lot of tension to make up for. Her tongue darted around his spiked teeth, testing the sharpness before running along the soft palate of the roof of his mouth. He grumbled something, and then she felt herself being lifted.
    The water cascaded down her body as she opened her eyes to see that she and Valan were floating now, hovering above her tub and deftly moving toward her bed.
    His hair now enveloped her, holding her steady as his hands began to dance around her body, plucking at her nipples, running along the delicate skin of her sides. One mischievous tendril spanked her ass sharply once before caressing the full, soft flesh.
    “You are ready,” he declared as he dropped her, wet, slick, and shiny, onto her bed. Before she could respond, he was there, in her face, his tongue lapping around her chin. “You want this.” His words were a statement of fact she could not deny. “You want me fully now. I can smell you. You are ready.”
    He loomed over her, on his knees, his hair waving madly behind him, his breath rasping in his chest. She moaned as his licking tongue, those teasing lips, traveled over her collarbone, causing shivers to travel to her belly and her clit to tighten in response.
    Her hands lifted and ran through his hair, feeling the living strands of it wrap around her inquisitive fingers.
    “Ready,” she replied, her legs spreading wide and wrapping around his waist.
    He felt so good between her legs, so solid and warm. He was a presence that engaged her senses, and the fact that he delighted in touching her, in pleasing her, made the fantasy almost too good to be real.
    But it was real. She could feel reality in the nipping teeth that left tiny little red patches on her chest,