An Alien To Love by Jessica E. Subject Page B

early. His date would find him sleeping rather than awake to enjoy her company. Not the kind of reputation he wanted to garner his first night on the planet. He might have bedded many women across the universe, but he’d left each and every one of them satisfied, at least until they found out his ancestry. He couldn’t help his explosive releases. He’d tried everything to learn how to control them, but with no luck. Not since his first girlfriend, the one he’d left behind. Most women didn’t appreciate the damage he caused, nor his immediate need to rest after the orgasm drained him of all his energy.
    “You’re a Claustrian,” they would shout before tossing him, often naked, out onto the streets. Thank goodness, he always managed to park the star cruiser nearby. Shuffling into his clothes, if the woman decided to throw them out, too, he would crawl back to his ship, ready to snooze an entire day away.
    Though he didn’t know which, one of his parents had donated DNA of a now extinct people. With their destructive power, the Claustrians had been hunted down. Claustrum became their prison, their place of execution, then the military continued to incarcerate prisoners there from all over the universe. A few less powerful crossbreeds like him still existed in the cosmos, though no one except Wyn had wanted anything to do with him.
    He worried how this date would end, yet Madame Eve had ensured him everything would work out. But unless the woman had matched him with a female who could extinguish his flames, his date would never want to see him again, either.
    The eletin-infused air had already awakened his manhood. How long would he last before he brought the date to a disastrous end? Gods, he hoped Madame Evangeline knew what she was doing.
    He climbed onto the massage table, lying on his stomach, waiting for the Elatian woman, Kalara, to return.
    The curtain rustled beside him. He glanced over. “I’m ready whenever you are.”
    All movement halted on the other side of the room, as if the person froze on the spot. Had he said something wrong? Kalara had only left to give him a chance to remove his clothing.
    He rose onto his elbows, ready to climb off the table to peek past the curtain when Kalara swept into the room.
    “Ah, perfect. Let’s get started then.” She ran her fingers along the back of his leg as she passed, causing his cock to throb. He shifted on the table to ease his discomfort. At this rate, he wouldn’t last long at all.
    She poured oil from a brown glass bottle onto her hands, rubbed them together then spread liquid warmth across his back. She dug deep into his muscles, leaving him moaning, chasing away all of his anxiety regarding the date.
    Sinking into the table, he fought to stay awake, the massage more relaxing than erotic. Maybe he would last until he met the woman Madame Eve had set him up with.
    The sigh of a woman yanked him back from his stupor. Was Kalara getting off from touching his body? He chuckled. Yes, I’m that good .
    Then he heard the sound again. Not Kalara, but from the other side of the curtain. Familiar, as if he knew the woman, had met her before. Oh gods, once she saw him, the date would be finished. He lifted his head. “Who’s over there?”
    “Another client,” his Adamos spoke in a sultry whisper. “Now, turn over so we can continue.”
    As much as he’d believed the eletin had no effect on him, when he lay on his back, his hardening length revealed otherwise. Kalara ran her hands up his thighs, making his cock jump. “No, not there.”
    She winked, walking her fingers up his chest. “Your body is very responsive.”
    Yes, too responsive at the moment. He closed his eyes, remembering the Otarian men who had chased him, the Yeemid who’d tried to land on his head in the streets of Havmiola. Anything to postpone his release. Then again, if his date would refuse him as soon as they met, this might be his only time to get off aided by a beautiful