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  Sloane answers, of course.

  “I wanted to see the stars tonight,” she says brightly. “Celeste and Glykoran said we could come to the lair opening. Not exactly the latest Scorsese movie, but I’ll take what I can get.” She snickers. “Right?”

  The few scales on Exer’s shoulders pull away from his skin. Everyone and their daddy’s dad know what that means. Blushing. Exer is blushing. Dios mío.

  “I am afraid I do not understand the reference, See-loan. I apologize.”

  “You don’t—” I start, but Sloane moves closer to Exer and rests a hand on his thick forearm.

  “You don’t have to be sorry, silly,” she says softly. “It’s a movie director. I was saying that watching the stars isn’t as exciting as a movie back at home.”

  “You still miss your home, yes?”

  I blush when I see the look on his usually stern face. He’s so soft, kind, and concerned. So human. He’s not looking at me like that, though. He’s never looked at me like that. He’s probably never going to look at me the same way he looks at See-loan. My heart aches at that.

  “Excuse me,” I say, edging past the two of them to get away before Sloane notices my hurt expression, or the other alien watching our conversation strides over.

  “Where are you going?” Sloane calls.

  “I just… I…” I don’t turn around. I can’t. There’s a set of heavy footsteps behind me. My eyes burn. Don’t look back. Don’t look back. Don’t look back.

  “Lay-lah?” a new voice calls out for me. “Lay-lah, wait. I will accompany you.”

  I pick up the pace.

  ***

  I’m practically jogging, but there’s no way Dolan won’t be able to catch up to me. He easily falls in line despite my massive thighs burning with each step, but once he’s there, he stops calling my name. I want more than anything to look over my shoulder and see if Exer or Sloane give two shits about me abruptly leaving their conversation, but I’m too embarrassed. Exer has to know how I feel about him. Sloane knows. It wouldn’t surprise me if the two of them were laughing behind my back. About me. No. I quickly shake the thought away. Sloane would never do that. She only sees Exer as a friend, and she knows how I feel. She wouldn’t humiliate me.

  Still, I lick my dry lips, wishing I weren’t so damn sensitive.

  Of course, someone as beautiful as Exer wouldn’t want anything to do with me. After all this talking about mates and Chosens and staying on Hethdiss, I’m stupid to think for a second that someone as attractive and brooding like Exer would want anything to do with average, fluffy Layla.

  No, my secret admirer isn’t so mysterious, and he’s nothing like the alien I’ve left behind with Sloane, the supermodel.

  Dolan. I’m sure he has a last name, but I could care less. He’s another alien in the crowd. He’s like me in a way because to me; he’s nothing special. He’s tall, yes. Pale. He has scales on his chest and down the entirety of each arm. I will say… his arms are nice. Shep and I would have laughed at Dolan having a gym body. Dolan’s midsection is lean and trim, and his thighs are muscular, but those arms, sometimes I want to break out a jackhammer and whistle loudly in his direction. Okay, I lied. Dolan does have something going for him. He has a beautiful set of arms.

  I shouldn’t think about that now. Beautiful, muscular arms or not, Dolan isn’t what I picture when I think about possibly taking a mate on Hethdiss. He looks like an alien. Plus, he’s arrogant and selfish. He’s convinced himself that I’m going to be his mate, and nothing will deter him. He gives me presents. He brags about the size of his cock (typical). He sang a fucking song for me at Christmas. Don’t get me started on celebrating Christmas on a different planet with exiled aliens. Despite all of this, I don’t like the idea of focusing too much of my attention on Dolan McSexy Arms.

  I stop in the cave opening, relieved that Celeste and Glykoran have decided to join Exer and Sloane to take my place. Lucky. They’re becoming quite double power couple, considering none of them have Chosen anyone for mates. They’re all friends. Well yippy, fucking doo! Sloane, Celeste, and Glykoran are smiling, but Exer looks like he’s being tortured. He keeps glancing over his shoulder toward the first triss, and I can’t help wondering what he’s thinking about. What could he possibly want more than Sloane?

  I remember how Shep wanted to cry at the homecoming when he saw Wendy Lukas kissing Bobby Trap on the dance floor. He told me how much he wanted to be Bobby Trap despite his acne scarred skin and cologne that smelled like shoe polish. None of that mattered. Wendy Lukas wanted him, and that was enough.

  I want to be Sloane.

  Tall, and demure. Pale and pretty. Not an unkind bone in her perfect body.

  It should be nauseating. But it’s not because it’s her. That’s how Sloane is.

  “Did he say something to upset you?” a voice rumbles to my right.

  I dare to look at the alien speaking to me through my lashes. Dolan’s there, of course. Speaking softly and making sure I’m okay. And thanks to the lack of clothing on Hethdiss, it doesn’t take an idiot to realize his cock is already partially erect. I lick my lips, hating the naughty thoughts that come with that throbbing muscle. Dolan’s arms are so thick and muscular, so I can only imagine what’s going on beneath that tiny flap of fabric.

  I want to ask what he saw that’s making his dick react like this, but I already know the answer. It terrifies me. Does he find me so attractive, or is it because I smell good to him or something? Aliens are like that. They don’t care about faces or bodies. They react to scents. Maybe my pussy smells like rainbows and bubble gum (or whatever it is that aliens like) to him.

  Regardless of rainbows and bubble gum, Dolan is a significant pain in my ass. Even if Exer isn’t interested in me, no other aliens could be because Dolan’s always following me around.

  “Did you not hear me, female?” Dolan asks, tapping lightly on the top of my ear. “Did you turn off your translation—”

  “No, I didn’t,” I snap, batting his large hand away. His fingers curl into a soft fist, and his entire arm falls back to his side. “And don’t touch me without permission. You’re not supposed to.”

  “I had no intentions of—”

  “Whatever, Dolan. Leave me alone.”

  I storm away, annoyed because I can’t stop thinking about Dolan’s erect cock. I barely let him any closer than a foot away from me, and almost every time he’s at least semi-hard.

  His behavior baffles me. I’m not attracted to Dolan. No. He’s alien and nothing like Exer. He’s loud, and obnoxious, and bossy, and single-minded.

  Ugh, he calls me female when he’s too lazy to say my name.

  My father would probably say he’s like me.

  But my father’s not here, so they can both kiss my round, brown booty.

  CHAPTER TWO

  Dolan

  “When are you going to Choose me?” I ask the curvy, human female for what feels like the hundredth time. I want to scream that the Sidyth she desires – Exer, of all males – will never take his attention away from the bloody-haired one. Honestly, I don’t see the appeal. If Layla would look at me with half the interest she shows in my moody, aloof brother, I would stroke my cock from sunrise until sunset until I could mount and pleasure her. I picture those dark, inquisitive eyes glowing with lust… I would be afraid of losing control.

  Azan, my older brother, would not be pleased.

  Layla shoots me a look that could melt an asteroid, and I find myself wincing but only slightly.

  “I have been patient,” I say, hoping to calm her worries. “If you think I would ever let you return to your homeworld, you are mistaken. You would be mine.” I puff my chest out as a display of how easily I could protect her. “You should not look at Exer. He is not interested in you.”

  Her dark eyes flash. Perhaps, she sees that I have a point.

  “If you are worried that I could not protect you as well as Exer, I will request a sparring match. He will not mind.
And then, female, I could show you that I, Dolan, am the best mate for you.” She doesn’t respond, crossing her arms across her ample chest. Ample. Another word to describe my future mate. Her breasts are ample. Her thighs are ample. Her bottom is ample. I want to take all her flesh and curl my fingers into it. I bet she is soft yet firm.

  My cock bobs, and I immediately try to clamp down on the idea of possessing those smooth, dark curves.

  All these fantasies about the human female, Layla, will never come to be unless she Chooses me.

  And she will Choose me. I must continue to be patient.

  “So, what do you say?” I ask her again. “Would you like me to spar with Exer to show my skills and strength?”

  She rolls her eyes. “No, Dolan. I wouldn’t.”

  “Why must you fixate on that male?” I can’t help growing a bit frustrated. Can she not see how I would be perfect for her? Can she not see that where Exer is lean, that must also mean that he is lazy? I am healthy and determined. I would not disappear for various amounts of rotations to only the ancestors know what like Exer does. Does Layla not realize that this is strange? Where is he going? What could be important than claiming a mate?

  “You think Exer isn’t interested in me?” Layla’s voice is so soft and shaky that I almost miss it. But I am always paying attention to her.

  “Of course, he is not.” I roll my eyes. This action is a human move, but one I have grown quite fond of. Layla certainly enjoys it as well. Well, she enjoys doing it but not observing me doing it. Still, it is something we can share. “He is interested in the bloody-haired one, Lay-lah.”

  “Because she’s prettier than me.”

  I frown, perplexed by her strange words. “I do not understand. This has nothing to do with human standards of beauty. Exer wants the bloody-haired one to Choose him.” I lean a little closer, lowering my voice in hopes of picking up the scent of her arousal in my nostrils. “As I long for you to Choose me.”

  No response. Frustrating. Layla must find amusement in frustrating me.

  “You should be honored.” I pull away, stretching to my full height. “You are human. I want you to Choose me. It is a great honor. Perhaps your human mind does not understand the importance of this declaration and—”

  “Fuck you, Dolan.”

  She’s gone. Like a flash of beautiful curves, my female has vanished. She’s rejected me. Again. It is nothing I am not used to, but each rejection is more painful than the last. Is something wrong with my female? She must see that Exer does not want her as a mate. She must see how he only looks at the bloody-haired one with interest. And yet she follows him around like a confused sprog.

  His rejection pains her. And yet, she rejects me, and she will not be swayed from her choice in a possible mate.

  I do not like to see my future Chosen in pain.

  Back in my private lair, I continue thinking about my curvy female and how much I wish she would look at me the same way she looks at Exer. My situation is a complicated one but not unfamiliar. Females never looked at me. Any interested in carrying our family name was interested in my older brother, Azan. My brilliant, masked, poisonous brother. Mother and Father did not like him because of his condition, but I knew they respected him more than me. My brother is the reason I’m here on this pathetic planet and chasing down a human who will have nothing to do with me.

  Another evening alone with my cock in hand. At least this part of my existence is familiar.

  I circle the base, wishing that Layla’s sharp words and soft face weren’t always the first thing that comes to my mind. But it is still her. I close my eyes and give my cock a slow stroke, trying to imagine what it would be like if her mouth replaced my hand. Azan said human females suck upon a male’s cock. They swallow our release. It’s primitive, and yet so enticing.

  I am so jealous of my brother that I could… I don’t know. Perhaps take up a sparring event with Hujun. No. Maybe not that. Sparring with Hujun is a death wish, and I must live.

  Deep down, I don’t want my thoughts to be filled with anyone other than Layla while I stroke myself off. It has to be her. Before choosing exile, I longed for a female. I saw how my younger brothers would find one, and it would be so easy. The chase. The squeezing. The passing out. I want all of this so much that I can barely stand it. Prince Korben says humans cannot do these things, but I don’t mind. Layla would not have to squeeze me. Only my cock. And she would not have to make me pass out, just bring my cock to release.

  I swallow hard, stroking more quickly so I can find release. I picture beautiful Layla with her smooth, dark skin. She is not the darkest hued female, but she is the opposite of the bloody-haired one who interests Exer. Layla’s eyes are dark, and her lips are so full, pouty and kissable that I have to swallow my excitement so as not to slam my mouth against hers when she speaks. Those lips. If only she knew how perfect they are. Those thick lips could easily wrap around the crown of my cock, sucking it gently as Azan described.

  I would fist Layla’s hair. Azan says his Chosen enjoys this act of limited dominance. Layla’s dark eyes would peer up at mine as she continued to suck, full of lust and love. I groan, stroking harder at this image. Her tongue would dart from her lips when she pulled away to take a breath, and she would lap up the juices budding on my slit. I shudder at the thought, and with only a few more strokes, I come, spewing seed all over my hand.

  The seed that should be inside my mate.

  The seed that could give her a sprog one day. My sprog.

  Ashamed once again after stroking myself off to the image of Layla instead of trying to make her mine, I clean off my hands and put on a new pair of shorts. Tighter than usual, so Layla can see that, despite being shorter than Azan, my cock is more substantial than his. Layla glances at my cock sometimes, unable to resist observing my reaction to her. Her eyes hone in on my cock. Sometimes my arms. Rarely on my face. She hardly ever looks me in the eyes.

  Perhaps my appearance is not pleasing to her.

  The thought leaves me upset.

  But no. It cannot be that. I am a strong, handsome male. I am tall and thick. Sturdy, and disciplined.

  She is paying too much attention to Exer.

  I’m going to have to do something about that.

  She cannot keep holding on to this idea that Exer is going to Choose her for a mate. It is already done. I recognize the look in Exer’s eyes, and I think I see something similar in the bloody-haired female. Despite Exer’s lax behavior, I am sure the bloody-haired one will be his mate soon enough. I could be Layla’s mate. I would not ignore her as Exer ignores his future mate. Layla worries that she is not as pretty as the bloody-haired one. Has she lost her senses? Maybe some, like Exer, would be interested in an overly tall, bloody-haired human female, but not me. My mouth waters for the softness of Layla’s skin. I want to tear off her clothes and plump those impressive breasts in my hands. I bet they are heavy. I could make them more substantial. If she carried my sprog, they would fill with milk. Her skin would glow more than it already does. And though she is soft and curvy now, she would only grow curvier and softer in pregnancy.

  The image of her carrying my sprog is almost too much to bear. Why can she not accept that I am a suitable mate for her? I am not the largest male, but I am certainly not the smallest. I am not the smartest male, but I am certainly not the stupidest. And most importantly, I would care for her more than any of my brothers. They will never appreciate her full breasts, dark eyes, and full lips like I do.

  Those lips. Her tongue slicking across those lips.

  My cock bobs at the image, and already I am hard again. Annoyed, I decide to leave my lair, seeking some form of distraction because Layla is most likely not going to accept me as her mate on this day. I need to think of something I can do to occupy my thoughts. Perhaps I can guard the lair opening after the suns falling. Maybe I can head over to the second lair to see how those females are doing.

  Either way, I cannot think of Layla right now.<
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  She has not Chosen me yet, but she will, and so I will continue to be patient.

  ***

  The following morning, I find Layla in the Gathering Room, and fewer females are there than usual. I lift my chin and hearing that it is raining hard outside, I am perplexed as to why she is practically alone in that room. The bloody-haired one is nowhere in sight. I am sure Prince Korben is tending to his overly pregnant Chosen but other than that; I am not sure where most of the others could be. Perhaps more and more of these females have realized how lucky they are to have a Sidyth for a mate. We can protect them better than most other species. The only ones I worry about are Drakens, and their race stays away from ours if we follow the same notion.

  For a few moments, I indulge and merely stare at Layla, noticing a rectangle object cradled between her hands. I recognize the shape immediately. A book. Something my brother keeps finding for his mate and something that interests my future Chosen as well. If Layla enjoys these books, I will gather them. All the books she wants! She does not have to go to my brother for books, but even if I would offer, I am sure Layla would turn me down.

  Azan’s always been more trustworthy than me.

  I must not get caught up in things that cannot be changed. I must only focus on what I can do to win over Layla. No one else has my best interests in mind. I trusted the pale-haired female to help me win over Layla. The song and dance did not work. She still rejects me. I’ve come to realize that whatever Layla wants, I’ll have to figure it out for myself. Humans are not as primitive as I’ve been led to believe. I didn’t believe Azan when he told me about how complex his mate is. I thought he was exaggerating. Sometimes, I still do. My beautiful Layla is simple in some ways. She wants Exer, and therefore, she cannot see anything other than him.

  Unfortunately, that includes me.

  I hiss in annoyance, and Layla’s head shoots away from the book, locking eyes with mine. Or rather, someplace over my shoulder. Layla never looks me straight in the eye. She is surprised to find me here, though, and I may only imagine it, I think there’s a hint of a smile on her face. The corner of her full mouth pushes upward, just slightly, but enough for me to accept that I am not losing my senses.