Free Alien Romance: The Alien's Pregnant Mate: Scifi Alien Abduction Romance (Alien Romance, Alien Invasion Romance, BBW) (Celestial Mates Book 2) by Marla Therron

looked strange, but also beautiful, colorful and artfully plated.
    "I sent the kitchen your dietary requirements," Shang assured her as she sat down at the low table in the center of the room on which the food was spread, "So nothing should be dangerous."
    "Like how adjusting to the atmosphere wasn't supposed to be that bad?" Erena asked pointedly.
    "If you don't want you food, I'll take it," Shang replied with a shrug, reaching for one of the plates near her. She slapped at his hand with the chopstick like utensils they'd been given.
    After dinner, which was delicious and didn't kill her, Shang showed her how to open a holographic screen to watch local television. She flipped through channels while he showered, though she found the translator didn't work as effectively on television as it in life.
    It didn't help that this planet's story telling methods seemed incredibly nonsensical to her. She had thought Earth plays were hard to follow. These were impossible. Why did the hero (she thought it was the hero anyway) keep trading masks with the chorus?
    And she was pretty sure one of the actors had just swapped places with an audience member. At least the music was interesting, if a bit too high pitched.
    Lying in the bed, she looked up as the door to the bathroom slid away and Shang returned, trying not to stare too hard. He was still topless, rubbing at his hair with a towel. She could still see moisture running down his chest and it made her throat feel oddly dry.
    "You took a liquid shower?" she asked, "I thought that was weird."
    Shang shrugged, looking away as though embarrassed.
    "They're not so bad," he said, "Sonic is still more thorough."
    She smiled, patting the bed to invite him to sit beside her.
    "I'm sure you were very thorough," she joked, "Now come explain to me what the heck this movie is about."
    "I'm not sure the natives even know," he finished drying off quickly and, still wearing only loose pants, flopped down beside her, "Diamantine dramas are notoriously weird."
    "I'm glad it's not just me," she leaned against his side, wondering if he was still willing to do more of what they'd done on the ship, or if he'd decided to pretend that hadn't happened.
    He put an arm around her, trailing fingers absentmindedly up and down her side as he watched the strange play progress.
    "I think it's about the hero's search for his third progenitor," Shang mused, "But he keeps trading costumes with that other actor."
    "I noticed that," Erena eyed him, wondering if it would be too bold of her to go in for a kiss, "I think when he's the actor with the yellow skin, he can only speak the truth, and when he has teal skin he can only lie."
    "But he confessed his love to his mates while teal?"
    "Only one of them."
    "How dramatic."
    He was still paying more attention to the screen than her, caught up in what Erena was increasingly certain was the alien equivalent of a soap opera.
    "Hey, Shang," she called, finally making him turn to look at her. But she found her words drying up at the thought of just asking him for what she wanted. She changed the subject instead.
    "Thank you, for bringing me here," she smiled at him gratefully, "You could have just sold me, or let that insect guy eat me. That you're going to such lengths to help me- It means a lot."
    He looked briefly flustered, and glanced away.
    "It's not like I'm getting nothing out of it," he muttered, "I told you how valuable you are. It's natural I'd want to hang on to something worth that much."
    Erena scoffed.
    "Well, in that case," she suggested, pushing on his shoulder to roll him onto his back, "I should probably make sure you get your money’s worth."
    He let her roll him over, watching as she climbed over him.
    "Well, I'm not going to say no," he chuckled, taking her hips, "But you know you don't have to, right? I don't expect this from you."
    "I want to," Erena insisted, rocking her hips against him, "You may have noticed, but I actually kind of like you."
    He