It was both fascinating and terrifying to watch. Men whom I’d spent the past few weeks with, knowing them as calm and reasonable, were unable to control themselves. They kissed like the only air in the room was from their new mate’s lungs, and grabbed at asses and crotches as if there was nobody else around.

  A moan came from one side, and I turned to see a pink-skinned alien pinned to a wall, a human’s hand shoved down the front of his pants and obviously playing with his cock.

  I shivered. Would that be me by the end of the night?

  It was apparent that what I’d thought was supposed to be a mixer… was, in fact, a state-sponsored orgy.

  “May I?”

  I glanced up to see a man with mint-green skin and blond hair motioning to the spot beside me. I nodded. “Sure.”

  He sat, then studied me. “You appear… uncertain.”

  I chuckled. “Just not quite what I expected.”

  He tilted his head to one side. “Explain?”

  “It’s all so fast,” I stated. “Sure, hookups in bars can happen fast, but we usually take a bit more time when we want things to be serious.”

  He blinked. “Did Eashai not adequately explain our mating practices?”

  I scratched the back of my neck. “It’s one thing to be told, another to see.”

  “It is different than your… hookups?”

  “Hookups…” I started. “Are all about sex, and rarely turn into anything more. They are meant to be a one-time thing to deal with urges.”

  “How odd,” he replied. “There are no desires for a permanent partnership?”

  I chuckled. “Sometimes, but it’s usually just lust.”

  “How do you find a mate?”

  “Meet somebody, date, get to know each other. Lots of people live together for a year or two before deciding to get married.”

  “After that, you are mated for life?”

  I barked out a laugh. “Not necessarily. People break up for all sorts of reasons. Some will stay together for the rest of their lives, others will go their separate ways.”

  He frowned. “And they are alone after that?”

  I shrugged. “Sometimes yes, mostly no. Many people try to find somebody else.”

  “It seems a strange way of mating.”

  I laughed. “This is strange to me.”

  He smiled. “It is a common way for us to find mates. Mating gatherings are announced for any to attend. We converse, determine compatibility, and either depart with mates or attend another in the future.”

  “Sounds like speed-dating on steroids.”

  “I do not understand.”

  “We have a similar thing called speed dating. People go to a restaurant or other place, sit with prospective partners for a set period of time, then switch so they meet everybody available. Once done they tell the organizer who they might want to go on another date with, and if they choose each other, then something is set up.”

  “Then they… date?”

  “Yes.”

  “It must be unsettling to spend so much time with the intention of mating, not knowing if it will happen.”

  “There’s excitement to it too. Is this one, the one? It takes time to know.”

  He shook his head. “I believe I would rather know immediately.”

  I forced a smile. “I’m not it, am I?”

  He smiled, squeezed my knee, and stood. “May you find your mate this night.”

  I recognized the phrase that the first man had used and realized it must be a common sentiment from their world. “You too.”

  “Thank you,” he said, then wandered off.

  I watched as he approached a small group and started talking. Almost immediately, he seemed to focus on one man, who was equally entranced.

  Another moan from one side, and when I glanced over I saw the human had the pink alien’s cock in his mouth.

  “Shit…” I mumbled. I ran a hand through my hair. Sure I’d seen my fair share of groping at bars and sucked a guy off in an alley a time or two. But this? There were still men in uniform at the doors and the room was brightly lit.

  I met the eyes of a few more humans who seemed mildly uncomfortable as more men paired up and it was clear that this was the expected outcome.

  I returned my attention to the green man, but the human he’d been eyeing was leading him away from the group, arm slung around his waist and fingers lightly brushing the rise of his ass.

  Another scan of the room. It seemed that at least a third of the men had already paired up, and the number could have been approaching half. It was mildly terrifying. We were only about half an hour into the party, and all those men had found the man they were going to spend the rest of their lives with.

  Was my alien mate in the room? What would happen if I didn’t find a partner? Nobody had asked. Would I have to hang around the base until another party? Would I be sent back?

  Thoughts of all of it being for nothing were swirling through my head when I heard a chipper, “Hello!”

  I glanced up and into the dark blue eyes of the most beautiful man I’d ever seen.

  Chapter 9

  “H-hi,” I replied, suddenly tongue-tied.

  He smiled, light purple skin crinkling around his eyes. “May I sit?”

  I nodded. “P-please.”

  He perched himself on the couch, then turned to me. “What are you called?”

  “Staff Sergeant Carson,” I replied automatically.

  He laughed. “Is that not your… rank?”

  “Uh… uh…” I stammered. “Avery.”

  “Avery,” he echoed, and the sound of my name coming from his lips sent shivers up my spine

  I swallowed. “What’s your name?”

  He scooted a couple of inches closer. “I am Lumi.”

  “Looming?” I asked, not sure I’d heard him correctly.

  He laughed. “Lumi.”

  I caught the difference that time. The ‘oo’ sound was shorter and there wasn’t the ‘ng’ at the end. “Lumi?”

  He rewarded me with a brilliant smile. “That is correct.”

  My fingers twitched with the need to touch him. Was his skin as soft as it looked?

  I swallowed. “Y-your English is good. How long did it take to learn?”

  He laughed. “I do not speak English.”

  I blinked. “But…”

  Lumi reached for my hand. “May I?”

  I nodded mutely.

  He lifted my hand and curled the fingers around until just my index finger was pointing. He then moved it behind his ear until I felt a tiny bump. I’d brushed off grains of sand that felt larger.

  “Do you feel that?” he asked.

  I nodded again.

  He smiled. “It is a translation device.”

  “But I hear you speaking English, and I don’t have a translator.”

  He laughed. “I do not know the exact method of the function, but it interrupts what I intend to say before it reaches the part of my brain that is responsible for speech. It provides new commands for what sounds to make.”

  “And you hear my words in your language?”

  He nodded. “I do. To me, you are speaking Lalyllte.”

  “I’ve heard that word a few times, but I thought it was your… species. Not your language.”

  “It is both. Our world has a unified language, but we were informed that similar usage is true here. In many places, the language and the residents are referred to with a single word: French, Spanish, Russian. It is context that signifies whether one is speaking about the language or a person who identifies with that region.”

  “I guess you’re right.”

  He smiled again, and I realized I still had my finger on his translator. I uncurled the rest of my hand and slid it down so that it held the back of his neck, and shifted several inches closer on the couch.

  Lumi shuddered, lips parting with a soft sigh.

  “Does your translator do anything else?” I asked, wanting to listen to him speak—entranced by the lyrical quality of his words.

  “It does visual translation as well,” he murmured. “When I see the written languages of your world, it provides the translation immediately above or below.”

  “That must be handy,” I replied, scooting closer again and staring at his kissable lips. I needed this man in my arms, his skin against mine.

  He nodded.

  “Will you say something to me in your language?” I asked, leaning in. “I’d love to hear it.”

  “Ok…” there was a slight pause, then he spoke in a language different from anything I’d heard on Earth. It was light and had that same lyrical quality to it.

  “What did you say?” I asked when he stopped speaking.

  When had I gotten so close? His lips were but a few inches from mine.

  His purple cheeks darkened with a blush. “I said that you are quite handsome and that I would be honored if you wanted me as your mate.”

  My hand was still on the back of his neck, and I used it to pull him closer, to where his breath fanned across my skin.

  I scanned his face, looking for any sign of doubt. Then his eyes flicked up to mine, the blue reduced to a thin band as his pupils grew wide.

  “May I kiss you?” I whispered.

  “Yes.”

  The feel of Lumi’s lips against mine was akin to a first look at Heaven. Nothing would ever compare to that initial taste of perfection.

  Then he sighed, licked the seam of my lips, and it somehow got better.

  I moaned as his tongue slipped into my mouth. It was firm but gentle as he explored. Then it was my turn. I slid my hands down, hooked my thumbs through the belt loops on his pants, and pulled him into my lap so that he was straddling me. One arm circled his waist while the other hand returned to his head and I fisted his soft brown hair as I plunged my tongue into his mouth to taste his sweetness.

  Lumi whimpered into the kiss, then rolled his hips, pressing an erection against my middle.

  My cock hardened as an intense wave of possessiveness mixed with desire washed over me. Lumi was mine—my man, my mate. And I needed.

  I needed to hear him panting as I pleasured him, breathe in his aroused aroma, feel the heat of his skin as I overwhelmed him, taste his release, and watch his face as I made him come over and over.

  Lumi broke the kiss with a gasp, dragging air into his lungs as I kissed his jaw and down to his neck. I stopped on his pulse point, sucking and nipping as I felt his heartbeat against my lips.

  “Avery,” he moaned softly.

  “What do you want?” I asked, lips still against his neck

  “Anything… everything.”

  “Ok.”

  I shifted, guiding his arms so that he looped them around my neck. Then I started unbuttoning his shirt, even as he continued to grind against me.

  “Are jeans and button-up shirts common on your world?” I asked.

  “We discussed…” a moan as I trailed my mouth down to suck one of his taut purple nipples, “wearing metallic…” another moan, “outfits like in your old science-fiction entertainment…” a whimper, “but decided you would be more comfortable like this.”

  I chuckled at the thought of them all walking in wearing cheesy sci-fi costumes.

  I finished with his buttons and slid my hands underneath the fabric, feeling his soft skin against my fingertips. His muscles weren’t as defined as mine, but they were there, trembling with his desire.

  “What do you normally wear?” I asked before pulling the other nipple into my mouth.

  He gasped. “So-something similar to what you call linen.” He took several panting breaths. “Soft and breathable. Loose.” He groaned as he rolled his hips, his erection digging into my middle.

  That cock of his was driving me crazy with how hard it was. But I knew the perfect way to tame it until I could get inside him. I slid one hand around his waist, the other back up to his hair. I held him as I trailed kisses back up his neck, then reclaimed his mouth.

  Lumi—my beautiful Lumi—practically melted as his lips parted, welcoming me in. Then, once he was soft and pliable in my arms, I used my leverage to turn him, laying him down on the couch with me hovering over him.

  “I want to suck you,” I growled as I trailed kisses down his front. “Please let me suck you.”

  “Yes,” he begged.

  I popped the button on his fly, drew the zipper down, then hooked my fingers into the waistband and tugged.

  Lumi’s purple cock sprang free, and I groaned. It was smaller than I’d expected—barely long enough to trigger my gag reflex—but that meant that it was perfect for sucking. Then I realized that something was missing. “Fuck, you went commando.”

  “I… I am not a soldier,” he replied.

  I started laughing, tugging his pants lower and running my nose through the patch of hair at the base of his cock. “It’s slang,” I murmured, kissing his shaft. “It means you didn’t wear underwear.”

  “Soldier means no underwear?” he asked, perplexed.

  I laughed again and kissed the tip of his pretty purple cock, noting the darker shade of the head. “No. Soldier means soldier. Commando is either an elite soldier, or a slang term for wearing clothes but no underwear.”

  “Say it again?”

  “Commando.”

  “Co…man…do…” he said, and I could tell that he was trying to make out the word without the help of his translator.

  “Commando,” I confirmed, then I sucked his cock between my lips.

  “Avery!” Lumi cried, bucking up into the heat of my mouth.

  I moaned around his cock. It was as delicious as it was beautiful—the delicate skin soft on my tongue.

  He whined and grabbed my head, fingers curling into my short hair. “Avery.”

  I hummed and took him all the way into my mouth. As expected, his short cock just reached my throat. I swallowed around it as I breathed his musk from the hair at his base.

  Was I getting a full dose of his pheromones? Absolutely. Did I care? Not a bit.

  Lumi was mine, I was his, and that was all there was to it.

  I bobbed a few times, then pulled off. “Good?” I asked, stroking him with my hand.

  His gaze met mine, and he was stunning. His eyes were dark with lust, his cheeks and shoulders a deeper shade of purple from his blush.

  He nodded. “Good.”

  “May I…?” I started, sliding the hand off his cock and between his legs—running a finger along the crack of his ass. The position was strange with his pants still partially in the way, but I needed to give him more.

  “Y-yes,” he panted, lifting his hips.

  I groaned. “I’m going to make you feel so good.”

  “Please.”

  I kept my eyes locked on his as I lowered my head and took his cock in my mouth again. He managed to maintain the gaze until I started bobbing, when his eyelids fluttered shut and his head dropped back.

  “Avery,” he moaned.

  I hummed as I bobbed, and trailed my fingers deeper between his asscheeks until I found his entrance. I was momentarily surprised to find him wet, then I remembered that they didn’t need lube.

  A strange mix of English and Lumi’s native tongue came from him as I pressed my finger to the tight ring of muscle and started massaging. His hips rocked between my hand and mouth.

  I closed my eyes and focused on my gorgeous man. What earned me an extra gasp or whimper? What made him curse in a language I didn’t understand and with words that seemed to have no translation?

  My cock ached; demanded to be inside of my Lumi. But that possessive part of me needed him to come more. I was parched, a thirst so deep that only swallowing every drop of his cum could quench it, and something feral inside would only be satisfied by the sight of him absolutely wrecked from my mouth and fingers.

  I bobbed, humming and tracing my tongue over his cock, paying extra attention to his sensitive spots and savoring the flavor of his pre-cum. His entrance loosened, and I was able to slip one finger inside.

  Lumi’s hips bucked up, and he clawed at my head. “Avery… Avery…”

  I forced myself off his cock. “I’ve got you. Don’t hold back.”

  “Y-yes.”

  As soon as I’d confirmed that he understood, I swallowed him down again.

  He whined, fucking up into my mouth, and I let him use me as he needed so that I could focus on his ass. I worked my index finger in and out until I thought he was loose enough, then pushed a second finger inside.

  Lumi cursed in his language, thrusting hard enough to trigger my gag reflex.

  God, he was so close. I just needed to give him a little more. I curled my fingers around until I found a small rough patch. It didn’t feel like a prostate, but it made him almost jump off the couch with a cry of pleasure.

  It might not feel like what I was used to, but it had the same effect. I massaged the spot, and he trembled beneath me.

  Just a bit more… I thought.

  I reached up with my free hand and laced my fingers with his against the side of my head. I squeezed his hand, and that seemed to be all he needed.

  Lumi cried my name mixed with several words in his language as his cock pulsed in my mouth, body arching as I continued to bob and massage his sweet spot.

  I swallowed his cum greedily, loving the salty-sweetness of it.

  Sucking his dick would be a regular treat if he allowed it.

  The pulses slowed, though I continued to work him until they stopped and he collapsed against the couch. I pulled off and took a minute to lick his pretty little cock clean, then sucked his wetness from my fingers.

  I sat up and stared down at my handiwork. Satisfaction curled through me. Lumi was thoroughly wrecked, purple blush dusting down to his chest, nipples taut, panting, and with his spent cock resting against his balls.

  I shifted, moved over him, and claimed his mouth, plunging my tongue into it.

  He moaned as he tasted himself, hips rising and grinding his twitching cock against me.

  Fuck, I needed to be inside him. That newly-exposed feral part of me was only momentarily satisfied, and now it demanded that I flood his womb with my seed.

  I kissed him again, then pulled back as I remembered that we were still in the middle of the party. It was no place to consummate our mating. Besides, I knew that once I got inside him, I wouldn’t be able to stop at one orgasm.

 

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