Free Megan's Alien by Pixie Moon Page A

males doesn’t bother me at all. I know how good they are. Being a foot shorter than everyone else was weird and scary at first but it’s not anymore.
    I show Hilam the trays I’ve prepared and he asks Trilom to deliver them. The huge male quickly takes the trays away. I hope the new couples enjoy the food. I’ll make sure they get a tray every day. It’s the least I can do.
    My aunt would be pleased to see me spreading happiness. As I look around at the enthusiastically eating males, I realize that making them happy makes me happy.
    Shortly after we sit next to Riflan and Zefrom, Riflan looks at Hilam and asks, “Did you figure out the latest comm problem or have you been too busy mating your little human to get the job done?”
    Is he kidding? The serious look on Riflan’s face says no. Anger fires my blood. I glare at Riflan and don’t care at all that he’s nearly twice my size or that he could drop me off or sell me on the next planet. Nobody insults Hilam.
    “Hilam works harder than anyone I know. You have no right to talk to him that way. You’re mean.” I don’t look to Hilam for conformation because I know I’m one hundred percent right. When Riflan grins, I glare at him.
    His eyes light up contentedly. “I knew you’d be good for my brother.” Riflan’s gaze shifts to Hilam. “Now you know she truly cares for you.”
    What? I turn and glare at Hilam. “Did you set me up?”
    “No, I had nothing to do with this, sweet one.” He smiles approvingly. “But it was rather arousing watching you defend me.”
    The lust that fills his eyes sparks my own desire. There is something about Hilam Braknee that turns my world upside down and makes me want to please him like no other.
    “Show us that she’s yours,” Rivlok encourages and the others hardily agree.
    I know it’s their way and I’m nervous about being taken in front of them but none of them have ever hurt me and I know Hilam wouldn’t allow it. When he takes me in his arms and his mouth devours mine, I sink into his embrace and trust him completely.
    Our tongues duel and caress as we taste each other. Without breaking the kiss, Hilam urges me to straddle him. I’m pretty sure the guys got an eyeful of my ass when my dress was raised for a moment. When Hilam’s hands start massaging my rounded cheeks, I no longer care what they saw.
    My hands clutch at his muscular shoulders as I ride the hard ridge that is steadily growing between Hilam’s legs. Knowing how good he feels inside me, I grind my clit against his erection seeking relief. I hear a groan from somewhere behind me. The sexy sound only intensifies my need.
    Hilam’s hands stop massaging my butt. I vaguely grasp that he is clearing the spot in front of him. Zefrom and Drandok clear a larger spot and I briefly wonder why.
    A breath later, I’m being set on the table and Hilam is sliding my arms out of the armholes of my dress. I suck in a loud breath when he pushes my dress down revealing my breasts.
    “She’s lovely,” Zefrom says in a hushed tone.
    “Yes, she is,” Hilam agrees right before he takes one of my nipples into his hot mouth.
    When he draws on the taut bud liquid seeps from between my legs. The tension that is coiling in my core is starting to rage out of control. I need to be fucked.
    Panting, I run my fingers through Hilam’s hair as he switches to my other nipple and licks and kisses it until I want to scream. My inner muscles are pulsing in desperate need.
    Hilam guides me down onto the table. Now I’m thankful to the guys for clearing it. I glance around and through a haze a lust I see that Drandok and Rivlok are stroking themselves through their pants.
    The look of approval in their eyes tightens the passionate tension within me and keeps this from feeling wrong. I look into Hilam’s blue diamond shaped eyes and see lust, approval, and love. This much love and admiration cannot be bad.
    Without taking his heated gaze from mine, Hilam raises the hem of my