“We don’t understand, Warlord. For weeks now you have been getting to know Willow, Genevieve and the other candidates. Is there something wrong with the two finalists? Something you’re not sharing?” Jeez, Chet was digging for dirt now.
Soon that attention-obsessed narcissist would turn his laser sights to me.
No. No way I was talking on camera with Atlan cum coating the insides of my thighs.
Wulf stared down at Chet as if the man were an insect. “Willow. No. Genevieve. No.”
I glanced up as one of the cameramen in the hallway swung toward me, no doubt zooming in on my flushed cheeks, swollen lips and guilty expression. Yes, that had been me, fucking against the door, coming all over Wulf’s big, hard, alien cock.
I’d certainly helped the ratings, but I’d ruined the show. They could fire me, but I had no doubt Tanner and Emma were watching with Lucy from home, on live television. I was not going to talk about alien sex on live TV. Nope. Not doing it. The interrogation Chet no doubt was salivating over was not going to happen.
It was time to get the hell out of here before I broke down as Wulf’s gaze shifted my way. He kept staring, his focus too intense to ignore. Wulf had a life on The Colony. I had two little kids who needed my love and affection. I couldn’t go to space. That had been settled for me when I’d learned kids couldn’t go. Something about not being legally eligible to make a life-altering decision for themselves until they came of age. Whatever. I’d moved on. Wulf would, too.
We were doomed to only a quickie. Two orgasms were all I was going to get. We weren’t going to have recorded dates. Walks in the park holding hands. I couldn’t. I had to deal with Jimmy Steel, and being in front of a camera made it pretty hard for me to remain anonymous, especially with Jimmy. I obeyed or he hurt me. That had been a chance I was willing to take. I’d told him no a dozen times. But then he’d threatened the kids, and they weren’t a risk of any kind.
If the last thirty minutes hadn’t made it obvious enough, Wulf was honorable. He’d been courteous with the finalists, even though his beast hadn’t been interested. While he might have kidnapped me to a back room to ravish me, he’d asked for consent. More than once. He hadn’t fucked me because I was an available hole for his cock. He’d said on repeat that I was his. His mate.
Mine.
Even if my life turned into fantasyland, once he found out I was breaking the law—even if I was doing so against my will—he’d break it off. I was practically a drug dealer, and there was nothing honorable about that. He deserved better. He really did. He deserved the gorgeous, educated supermodel. He deserved the fantasy life.
There was nothing fantasy-like about my existence. Not anymore. Wulf would find out the truth, and he would break it off and break my heart. Lingering now would only make it worse.
Being short helped as I ducked beneath the arm of a cameraman and fled. People followed, but I pushed through the crowd and then, thankfully, got lost in the sea of audience members who were leaving the building. I heard a roar and knew Wulf had discovered me missing. Keeping my chin down, I made it to my car.
Wulf was somewhere inside losing his shit. He’d done it once, and they’d caught it on camera. No doubt they were doing it again. I had to assume they were ready this time and must’ve pulled in some of the testing center guards—huge Atlans like Wulf—to try and restrain him. I could only imagine the ratings. The show must go on. So would my life here on Earth.
Alone.
4
Olivia, Her House, 9:15 PM
Lucy must have heard my car pull up in the driveway because when I rushed through the front door, she was standing right there.
I froze. “Hey.”
“Don’t hey me.” She tossed her arms up in the air. “What the hell, woman?”
I blushed and couldn’t look her in the eyes. “I had no idea that was going to happen.”
“Obviously,” she said, her voice laced heavily with sarcasm.
Lucy liked to pull herself together for work, in a cute outfit and full makeup, but tonight her red hair was up in a sloppy bun and she didn’t even have lip gloss on.
The house was quiet, so I assumed the kids were asleep. It was nine fifteen, way past their bedtime. I had no doubt she’d tried to get them down promptly so she could watch the show without being climbed on or asked for juice.
“Are you going to let me past the front door?”
She uncrossed her arms and stepped back, although she followed right on my heels into the living room. The house was small, so it wasn’t as if she was going to lose me. I dropped down onto my couch that was more comfort than cute, and inwardly winced. My pussy was sore. I hadn’t had sex in… God, over two years, and it hadn’t been with an Atlan beast. Looking back, my old boyfriend had a pencil dick in comparison to what I’d just gotten off on.
In the moment I’d been too turned on to consider how big Wulf was. Now I felt like I’d been pummeled on the inside. I bit my lip, trying not to grin. Pummeled? More like pounded.
Too bad I couldn’t do it again.
“Start talking,” Lucy ordered.
“Was it as crazy on TV as it was live?” I wondered. I mentally crossed my fingers that they’d stopped recording.
Lucy dropped onto the couch, turned so her knee was bent and she faced me. The light caught on the little ring in her nose. She took my hand and gave me a green-with-envy look. “Sweetie, he knocked down the set to get to you. He toppled a camera and crushed that twat’s microphone.” She leaned back, making a fist. “God, that was awesome. Then, when he carried you away…” Her voice turned wistful, and she stared at me intently. “You’re going to tell me every single thing that happened when he closed the door to that back room. Every. Single. Thing.”
“They didn’t switch to a commercial?” I asked, holding out hope it wasn’t as bad as I thought.
She laughed. “They skipped commercials.”
I put a hand over my face. “Oh my God.”
“Spill.”
I bit my lip. “He thinks I’m his mate.”
“Duh,” she said as if she were still in middle school. “Everyone on Earth knows that.”
I dropped my hand and stared at her wide-eyed. “On Earth?”
“It was live and broadcast around the world. You know they have testing centers all over, and he’s going to do a tour with his mate once the show is over.” When I didn’t respond, she continued, “I’m going to take your favorite eye shadow set as my own if you don’t stop stalling.”
I gasped, knowing how much she loved the colors in my palette. “We… we, um… he… God.” I knew my face was as red as her hair.
“You had sex with him?” she squeaked. “Please tell me you had sex with him.”
I nodded. She could imagine what she wanted, but I wasn’t telling her about how he’d propped me up on the chair and ate me out. There seemed to be no secrets between me and Wulf… and the entire world, but I’d keep that hot bit of fun to myself.
“Beasts mate standing up,” she said as if reading from a textbook.
“They do,” I verified. “Against the door so that no one could get in.”