Alien Selection: A SciFi Alien Romance (Alien Invasion Book 0)

she had ended up having almost sex with an alien stranger, she was still amazed that she had finally had an orgasm.
She had come a virgin to her marriage bed and Adam had been impatient with her nerves. Their wedding night had been short and painful, and while she had eventually adjusted, she had never been able to more than tolerate their brief infrequent couplings. He considered her failure to orgasm yet another indication of her shortcomings.
But T’saran… T’saran had been patient and gentle and so incredibly sexy that even the memory had her pussy dampening.
“Mm. You smell delightful this morning, my lady.” T’saran’s deep voice rumbled against her ear and her nipples responded immediately, already anticipating pleasure.
He rolled her easily onto her back and rose over her, his horns dark and massive above her, but she wasn’t afraid. His eyes glowed a soft purple in the dim light and she reached up to run her fingers lightly across his mouth.
“Good morning.”
“A good morning indeed, with you in my bed.”
Feeling unexpectedly playful, she smiled up at him. “You know it is customary on Earth to start the day with a good morning kiss.”
“I approve of this custom.”
He lowered his head and she parted her lips, already anticipating the rough brush of his tongue. Unlike a human tongue, the surface of his was textured and almost coarse, but it felt amazing against her own and even more amazing against her nipples. Would it feel just as amazing against her pussy? The naughty little thought snuck into her mind and she smiled as his lips reached hers.
Unfortunately, she’d barely had time to taste him before he stiffened and lifted his head.
“What is it?”
He tapped impatiently at his wrist device with his claws. “We have been summoned to the med lab. I’m afraid I was only able to buy you one shift of delay.”
“Buy?”
“It’s of no consequence.” He brought the lights up, then climbed out of bed, and the color filled her cheeks as she realized that aside from his wrist device, he was completely naked. Unconcerned about his nudity, he walked to one of the cabinets while she watched in speechless awe. Without clothes, she could see the well-defined muscles that covered every inch of his frame. Her gaze traveled down over broad shoulders, a wide back, and a truly impressive ass to muscular thighs and calves and… clawed feet? How had she missed that before? She studied the three black front claws and the almost palm like foot leading to the rear claw in horrified fascination. Then he turned around and she immediately forgot about his feet as she saw his cock for the first time.
Still partially erect, it hung heavily halfway down his thigh. Unlike a human penis, it wasn’t a straight column, but instead bulged and twisted into an undulating shaft. Even from here, she could also see that the surface wasn’t completely smooth, and she wondered if it was as coarsely textured as his tongue. As she stared, it began to fill and lift.
“My lady.” T’saran’s voice sounded strained. “You make it very difficult for me to remember my duty.”
She ducked her head, old instincts kicking in. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to stare.”
“I am delighted to have your eyes upon me, but it makes me yearn for your touch as well.”
Still embarrassed, she nevertheless managed to raise her head and give him a shy smile. “Maybe later?”
“I will look forward to it.”
After a quick wash and a hasty breakfast, they prepared to leave the cabin. T’saran had resumed the black uniform, a sleeveless top tucked into tight black pants with a wide utility-type belt fastened around his waist. For her outfit, he had shortened the sleeves of the mutashi top with an intimidating looking knife before cutting away a large portion of the pant legs. She was still swallowed by the garments, but she was also covered. He paused at the door, apparently listening.
“What are you doing?” she asked, remembering his caution from the previous day.
“Checking to see if anyone is about.” He looked down at her, eyes grave. “Word of your presence has undoubtedly spread but I would prefer to avoid having anyone see you.”
Her head dropped at his words. Was he ashamed of her?
Before the thought took hold, he raised her chin in one big hand. “I do not want to have to fight every man who lays eyes upon you.”
At her blush, he dropped a far too brief kiss on her lips and led the way out of the room.
They made it to the lab without encountering anyone else and the rest of the day passed in a long blur of tests. S’kran poked and prodded, although fortunately, he seemed able to perform his examinations while she was dressed. He measured her eyesight, her hearing, her sense of smell, and even ran a taste test that included some remarkably disgusting substances. He also took samples of all of her bodily fluids, although even the blood draw was quick and painless.
“Fascinating,” he muttered as he entered notes onto tablet computer. “And only a single heart. How inefficient.”
T’saran hovered in the background the entire time, a low continuous growl coming from his throat. After his initial hesitation, S’kran seemed to accept it and barely flinched when the volume increased whenever he stepped to close to her. That acceptance came to a rapid end when S’kran asked her to undress. T’saran was immediately between her and the doctor, every inch an enraged Yehrin warrior.
S’kran stepped back, his hand flying to his throat.
“I need to do an internal examination.”
“Use the scanner,” T’saran growled.
“B-but Commander T’ngorzul wants visuals as well.”
“He is not going to get them from my L’chka.”
S’kran’s eyes widened. “Your L’chka? You have formed