AUCTIONED TO THE ALIEN

BEAST
HIGHEST BIDDER SERIES BOOK 1
MICHELE MILLS
 AUCTIONED TO THE ALIEN BEAST

I’m half-naked under bright lights at the Auction House because I need
money to save my mother’s life. There’s no other way.

Tonight, my virginity is for sale. Mysterious, wealthy men sit in the darkened
audience. A deep, raspy voice continues to up the bidding for me, and I find
myself secretly hoping he’s the one.

The lights go up. I turn, seeking out the man who won. And a huge male
marches forward and takes my hand, ready to immediately perform marriage
vows. And he’s…he’s…not human. Flashing red eyes, dark gray skin and…
tusks. I blink and look around. Is this a joke?

My fists beat against his hairy chest. He grins, picks me up and tosses me
over his massive shoulder.

And stomps off into the night.

***

The series where the Highest Bidder always wins!

Welcome to a one-of-a-kind Auction House where humans, shifters, and
aliens bid on love.
These ultra-rich men are ready to bring home their virgin prizes.
Are you ready to join in and wish you were the one on the auction block?
Three standalone stories by best-selling steamy romance authors, Hope Ford,
Olivia T. Turner, and Michele Mills. You’ve never seen an auction house like
this!

Michele Mills - Auctioned to the Alien Beast

Olivia T. Turner - Auctioned to the Grizzly Shifter
Hope Ford - Auctioned to the Lumberjack
 CONTENTS

1. Charlotte
2. Taygar
3. Charlotte
4. Taygar
5. Charlotte
6. Charlotte
7. Taygar
Epilogue
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 1

CHARLOTTE

T he other girls in the lineup at the auction house are gorgeous. Like
fantastical nymphs caught by heroes of old. I don’t even feel worthy
standing next to them and their dangerous curves.
And they’re all so kind and supportive of each other. It’s a nice group.
I shift on my heels and take a deep breath, readying myself to step out
past the curtain and into the spotlight. The theme for tonight’s auction is
“Scantily Clad Virgins.” All of us are barely dressed in strategic, incredibly
expensive scraps of fabric that highlight attributes more than they cover. The
auction house staff chat and laugh with my cohort of fellow “virgins,” all of
whom are happy to be here.
I’m the nerdy oddball.
Probably the only one not fully enjoying this marvelous opportunity
where each of us gets a million dollars for one night’s work.
I really should be happier.
Tonight’s event is being held under a big, luxurious tent. Limousines,
sports cars and other luxury vehicles park outside. There’s even a makeshift
runway for private jets and a clearing for helicopters. It’s nuts. I’ve never
seen anything like this in my life. Music thumps while clients, security and
wait staff mill about under the tent, giving this a party atmosphere. The
clients are wealthy men, shifters and even aliens? I was assured that there’s
never really been an alien in attendance, but they keep that option open, just
in case. Whew.
The exclusive, super-seekrit auction house is run by a hard-nosed
businesswoman named Coco St. James, and is never in one location, it
always moves. Tonight, it happens to be placed in the countryside only forty
minutes outside of town. And it’s all so secret. Tomorrow morning
everything will gone, as if none of this ever happened.
A silky-haired girl I’ve befriended tonight named Win Lee looks up at me
with sparkling black eyes. “Isn’t this fun?” she squeals. “Can you believe
we’re about to go on? This is really happening.”
I shake my head and wrinkle my nose. “What if I walk on stage and no
one bids for me? That would be embarrassing.”
She lets out a tinkling laugh. “Oh, that would never happen to you.”
“Girls, get ready,” St. James barks out. “The clients are taking their seats.
The auction is about to start. Line up for final inspection.”
I try to tamp down my nerves and move forward.
There are twelve of us tonight.
I heard about this “virgin auction” from a friend of a friend in college. It’s
supposed to be a place where a girl can get a huge sum of money, quick.
Which is exactly what I need. My mother suffers from a degenerative disease
that’s cutting her life short. Her health plan won’t cover her life-saving
surgery because they’ve deemed it “experimental,” which is total bullshit.
The only way to get her the treatment she needs is to pay for it out of pocket
and it’s freaking expensive.
Mom took out a second mortgage and maxed out all her credit cards, and
it’s still not enough. I dropped out of university this semester to work two
part-time jobs. Between the loans, the jobs and an online funding page, we
managed to raise enough money. Everything was set and the surgery booked
at a state-of-the-art German hospital, but Mom’s surgeon switched hospitals
and now the new location is twice as expensive. In order to keep the original
date for the surgery, which my mother cannot miss, I have to give an
additional deposit by the end of this week, or we lose the date and we won’t
be able to reschedule for another year.
Well shit. Mom is fine right now, but if she doesn’t get this surgery soon
her doctor says she’ll lose her window of opportunity and become too far
gone for recovery. She’s at home, perfectly comfortable and stable with her
part-time home care nurse, my little sister and my aunt. There’s a team of us,
but they’re all counting on me. My aunt lives with us because she can’t work.
My sister is only in high school. We have no other family or resources.
This money needs to happen now.
Now.
I get one million dollars for tonight. An actual one million—the house
pays for the taxes so I get the full one mil in my account. Don’t cry for Coco
St. James and her staff, they will still get plenty. There are whispers that
some bids have gone as high as eight figures.
There will be enough money, in one swoop, to care for Mom and her
future. The future of my entire little family will be secure. I mean yeah, I’m
worried about letting some rando with bad breath, whose touch leaves me
cold, shove his dick inside of me and take the virginity I was saving for that
special night with a future husband…but for what I get in return, I’m all in.
I can close my eyes, fake an orgasm, hide my grimace and I’m done.
Fingers crossed.
The only hang-up is this possibly turning to a marriage. The fine print on
my contract says the client has the option of on-the-spot wedding vows?
What the heck? I have no idea how that’s supposed to work. But I still signed
because well, I need this.
I haven't been able to catch a glimpse of the clients to see what they look
like. Are they all my grandfather’s age or young men? How many are
shifters? Are they tech giants, self-made entrepreneurs, or old money? And
most importantly, are they criminals or did they get their money legally? But
I suppose they all have one thing in common—tonight is their fantasy come
true. Some people like to go to Disneyland and blow lots of money, while
some like to purchase virgins and possibly marry them?
But it wasn’t easy being chosen as part of this virgin auction. Lots of girls
want to enter this secret auction because the payout is so damn high. Word
gets out but not many are chosen. I had to subject myself to a doctor exam to
make sure I was actually a virgin and perfectly healthy. It was a lengthy
process but totally worth it.
Coco St. James, moves past each of us, her icy blue gaze and steely jaw
taking in everything, leaving nothing to chance. I’m almost naked, wearing
black lacy lingerie that barely covers my nipples and my crotch. She stops in
front of me. Her eyes drop then return to my face. “You’re going out last.”
“Last? Why?” I blink, wondering if that’s a bad thing.
But Coco brushes past with the swish of her severe blond bob, totally
ignoring my question.
Win elbows me. “Why do you think?” she quips.
“Because you’re the one with the most buzz,” another girl grumbles.
“I am? Since when?”
“Charlotte, you look like an angel,” Win tries to explain.
 “What? No, I don’t.”
“You’ve got big blue eyes, long blonde hair, curves to die for and you
just look…innocent.”
“But I’m dressed all in black.”
“The dichotomy between your outfit and the innocence will drive them
crazy,” St. James remarks as she returns and directs us all into our correct
line-up. “We’ll save you for the grand finale.”
And then it starts. We all go out in one long line-up for a minute so the
males can have a quick preview, then we’re hustled back behind the curtain
again.
The first girl goes out and her bid goes to 1.25 million. There’s lots of
clapping. We all give her lots of hugs when she returns. Someone pops a cork
and champagne is passed around and I might take a few too many sips. The
thump of the house music is putting a bounce in my step.
The next girl gets a high bid of two million. “And this time there will be a
wedding,” St. James announces from the stage.
“What?” I peek past a curtain and see the couple guided to the back of the
audience, where there’s an arch of white flowers and underneath is a man in a
suit who looks like a minister.
“I can’t believe people are getting married on the spot.”
Win shrugs. “It’s in the contract.”
“You don’t mind the idea of possibly marrying some guy you don’t
know?”
“Eh,” she smiles, as always, a font of optimism, “if he was willing to pay
a million dollars for me, then I assume he’s serious.”
Win and I stand and eagerly watch as all the other girls go before us. St.
James appears out of the shadows. “It’s your turn,” she says to my friend.
I let go of her hand and Win struts onto the stage and does her thing. I
watch her closely so I can be schooled on what to do. In the end Win Lee gets
a final bid for five million and a request for an on-the-spot wedding.
She stumbles back behind the curtain to grab her bag and giggles with
delight. “I think some younger lion shifter bought me,” she grins. “This is
going much better than I thought. It really wasn’t so bad. Get out there, girl,
and show them your stuff. Make that money.”
She kisses me on the cheek and she’s gone.
“Charlotte Bing is five foot six inches tall,” Coco St. James starts from
the stage.
 Oh dear god, she’s announcing my waist, chest and hip measurements
and my weight like they’re pro athlete stats. I lift my chin, trying to ignore
the rush of warmth in my cheeks as I step out into the spotlight. I toss my hair
over my shoulder and stick my chest out, trying to imitate moves Win and the
other young women used.
At first, there's just a tremulous smile on my lips because the nerves in
my stomach get the best of me. But then the first bid comes in at two million.
I lift my chin and turn toward the dark audience, having a bit of fun with this
show.
And then a very deep, distinctive voice from the back of the dark
audience shouts out, “Three million.”
Oh wow. Who is this guy? Usually the men up the bidding with the
buttons on the armrest of their chairs, sort of a silent auction and Coco
announces the bidding increase.
This is most unusual.
I look over at Coco and she’s staring down at a screen. “Four million,”
she announces, letting the bidder know that the other men in the audience are
challenging him.
The shadowed voice in the back shouts back, “Five million.”
“Six million,” Coco quickly responds.
The crowd in the tent whispers loudly, lots of buzz. No one got to six
million.
“Seven million.”
I put a hand over my mouth and I find myself wishing this man was the
winner. His voice is soothing and sexy. Sexy? I can’t believe I’m thinking
this.
“Eight million,” Coco throws back.
“Twenty million,” the deep, raspy voice bellows.
There's a gasp in the crowd.
Coco has a look of avarice in her eyes. “Twenty million going once.
Twenty million going twice. Sold. And we’re also having another on-the-spot
wedding,” Coco shouts. “Thank you everyone for your continued attendance.
Better luck next time.”
The crowd gives a light clap as well as a chorus of grumbles from the
losers.
This man doesn’t even wait for the usual niceties. I can see his huge form
coming for me and in one smooth powerful motion he leaps onto the stage.
He takes my hand and I look up at him in shock.
The spotlight shines on him too and I can see him clearly. His skin is dark
grey and his thick black hair is cut short, which gives him a ruthless look. At
first I think he’s wearing a tux but then realize his chest is bare, allowing a
perfect view of his six-pack abs. His crotch is obscenely tented underneath
his trousers. And he’s gazing down at me with blazing red eyes. I can clearly
see fangs, no…those are gleaming white tusks elongating from his lush lips
and down either side of his chin.
Holy crap. He’s…he’s not even human.
Is this a joke? I blink and look around, stunned to find myself alone with
this guy. The other girls are gone and all the auction house staff have
conveniently disappeared.
A cold breeze hits my back as the nearby tent flap mysteriously opens.
He grabs my shoulders and buries his nose in my hair and inhales. “You
are my mate,” he declares.
A scream escapes my lips because I’ve never met an alien and I’m losing
it. I can’t marry someone who isn’t even human, right?
I beat my fists against his hairy chest. And then he grins, sweeps me up
into his arms and stomps off into the night.
 2

TAYGAR

M y fangs flash and I bare my mighty tusks at the other males in the
venue, all of whom I’ve defeated in my quest for my mate.
She’s in my arms right now and her pheromones wreak havoc on my
body. My shaft is perma-hard, leaking seed and ready to breed. My tusks
throb, ready to retract so I can taste her juices.
My brain is fixated on finding a mate, which is natural amongst my own
species, but I’m banished from my home planet. My mate-bond breeding
cycle has begun, and humans are the only nearby species who are compatible
with Voltare.
It is an alarming, confusing situation and would be a nightmare for most
males, but I’ve managed to find a workaround to this tragedy.
Yes, this means I will be the first of my kind with a human mate and a
half-Voltare, half-human offspring, but I’ve been the first in other things,
why not this? I’ve researched humans and find them acceptable allies.
Strangely, they seem to discover their mates through some sort of primitive
mating ritual where they bid and purchase on unmated females? It is odd, but
I do what I must, following nonsensical local customs in order to satisfy my
mating lust. I’ve been to four other auctions in a variety of other locations on
this planet without finding my mate.
I was slipping into a dark depression and the edge of mating madness and
then, when I thought all was lost, I found my mate on the stage tonight. The
female whose pheromones match my own.
Charlotte Bing, the mate I’ve purchased in this auction has long colorless
hair that flows over my arms and she wears black scraps of fabric that cover
the lush nipples I want in my mouth. Her skin lacks a healthy depth of grey
but is warm and supple, her curves are utter perfection. She is everything I’ve
ever wanted, as if she’d been crafted to my exact specifications. And her
pheromones—only hers—light up all of my receptors.
Her lack of tusks and claws makes her defenseless and delicate, but this is
no matter. I will protect her. A low growl rumbles in my chest and my claws
elongate as mating Voltarian possession whips through my veins. I want to
roar and tear at any other male who thinks they will have her.
She is mine and only mine.
I burst through the nearest exit and into the cool night air.
“Put me down!” she shrieks in my ear, which is adorable.
My human is doing a terrific job, like the females on my own planet, of
pretending that she does not want this mating. She is defiant in the ways of
old, paying homage to our primitive roots by pounding her tiny fists against
my chest.
Maybe humans are not that different?
Her arousal for me is thick in the air, so I know she’s the one. “You are
mine and I will attend to your needs.” And then I cradle her against my chest,
allowing my heat to penetrate her skin and her scent to enter my lungs more
easily. “I will keep you warm.”
A small human in a blue robe races after us. “Wait, wait,” she pants.
“You forgot Charlotte’s bag.”
I grunt my thanks and put the strap over my shoulder. Then I turn toward
the darkness beyond the circle of light surrounding the auction tent, ready to
depart.
“What are you?” Charlotte hisses up at me, finally calming down enough
for conversation. “I thought I was being purchased tonight by a human or
maybe a shifter, but you're not human, are you?”
I shake my head, understanding her confusion because my species is
basically unknown to her. “I am a Voltare and you're mine,” I rasp.
A whimper escapes her lips. “Let me go.”
“Do not worry, female, I will take you home and claim you immediately.”
And then I race through the night with Charlotte in my arms.
A shriek of surprise flies out of her mouth and she holds fast onto my
forearms.
I sprint diagonally across the aircraft landing strip and enter the nearby
nighttime forest. The female probably thinks I arrived in one of the human
vehicles waiting outside, but instead I bought a large domicile not that far
away. We are the only beings leaving this area on foot.
My boots strike the dirt as I weave around stately trees.
A full moon provides light as I run through the dark foliage. It feels good
to perform this simple ritual—carrying my female to our mating bed, which I
have prepared for her. My chest swells with pride that I’m able to hold her
while she squirms in my arms as I pound through this alien landscape. When
has a male ever had so much off-planet difficulty to overcome while claiming
his female? This will make the mating even more rewarding.
I bypass the roads and cut directly through the wilderness, comfortable
with the topography. This location on Earth is very much like my home
planet. I curve around a small pond and past a hunting lodge, able to easily
move in the right direction by scent alone.
And then I hit an expanse of grey-green grass and the moonlight glows on
her exotic features. “Slow down, you’re going to get us hurt,” she shouts.
“Do not worry, female. You're in my care. Nothing will happen to you.”
“Yeah, right,” she huffs.
Her arms tighten around my neck and she finally quiets down.
I run farther with her in my arms for quite a while and then finally slow
down when I get to the edge of the property.
The quiet, isolated mansion comes into view and I'm pleased that the
exterior lights are illuminated and the windows lit. I want my female to enjoy
the home I have purchased for our mating and to start our family. I hope she
finds it acceptable. It is the female’s right to reject a male if the domicile is
incomplete or not to her liking. I did my best to provide the best of mating
domiciles. The stone edifice of our new home is similar to the domicile my
line has lived in for many generations on Voltare.
And there is plenty of room out front to park my cloaked spaceship.
I set the delicate female down on the front steps and give the bag that was
on my shoulder. I cannot believe her beauty. Her teats are full and her ass
large. I am having difficulty keeping my gaze off her body. I am already
imagining my claws on her hips as I plow into her from behind.
She stares us at me. “You’re not even out of breath.”
My chest puffs with pride. I am indeed strong. “This is where you will
live,” I announce, invoking the script of the newly mated. “This is your new
home.” I open the front door and gesture for my female to enter our domicile.
Her brow furrows at my statement. She steps into the front room filled
with human-sized furniture. Her eyes dart around, taking in the vast space.
“You’re here alone?”
I step in behind her and shut the door closed. “I am here with the cleaning
bots.” I point at one moving past. “But no other sentient beings beside
myself, and now you, reside in this domicile.”
She lets out a squeak of surprise and steps back. “Oh my god,” she says.
“Is that a tiny robot?”
It pleasantly beeps and moves on.
“Yes. There are many cleaning and repair bots making this domicile
livable.”
My delicate female rubs her hands against her arms and appears cold.
There’s a fire crackling in the great fireplace, but this domicile is large and
drafty. And she's wearing barely any fabric. Not that I mind the lack of fabric,
it helps to accentuate her perfect curves.
I pause and take off my black jacket and drape it around her shoulders.
“Oh, thanks.” She wraps herself in my jacket and gazes hungrily at my
bare chest, then forces herself to look up and meet my gaze. “This is your
new home? I’m so confused. One minute I was at an auction and then you ran
away with me. Your species is Voltare but you live on this planet now, near
the auction house?”
“Yes, I now reside on the planet Earth.” I plop down on a nearby couch
and tug off my muddy boots and black socks. A cleaning bot quickly arrives
and takes it all away. Human clothing is very different from Voltare and
endlessly confusing. I paired formal-looking black trousers and a jacket with
heavy foot coverings that looked sturdy enough for the travel through the
forest. But now I need it all gone in order to mate with my female.
Charlotte watches my movements with fascination. “Did you rent this
mansion for us to stay for a short time?”
I stand and pad over to her and close the distance between us.
Her cheeks flush with color and the scent of her arousal is heavy in the
air.
“No, I purchased it,” I respond. “In order to enter the human mating
auction I had to purchase real estate on this planet and open a currency
account. I did both.”
“Oh wow, you went through a lot to enter the auction. You own this
mansion? This place looks like it could be in England or in Europe, but we're
in America.”
I shrug, not understanding what any of this means. “I think it looks
similar to domiciles in my home world. This is why I chose this place, plus
its proximity to the auction. It had been empty for many years and I've had an
army of repair bots getting it ready for my future human mate. Do you find
this residence acceptable for our mating?” I boldly question.
“Yes, yes of course I do. You have a lovely home…” She pauses. “I don’t
even know your name.”
I wrap my arms around her waist, which she allows. “My name is Taygar
Tusk.”
“Your last name is Tusk? Like, like the…” And she points at my curved
fangs.
“Yes,” I grin. “My line is named after our legendary tusks. All Voltare
have tusks but ours are very large and deadly. You are now also a Tusk.”
“I…I…no.”
“Yes, you are my mate and now you are part of my family and your name
is now Charlotte Tusk.” She can’t hide from me how this new name pleases
her. And why would it not? It is an ancient and proud name and it sounds
good on her. “Yes, this is a rare surname, only used by my line alone for
millennia, not allowed for use within other lines.”
She reaches up and gingerly touches my tusks with the tip of her finger.
“They’re so big,” she says with wonder.
“Tusks are a sign of virility among my species. And mine are inordinately
large.”
Her cheeks flush a charming shade of pink. “Um…how are you able to
speak English so well?”
“I have a universal translator implanted into my brain which allows me to
understand the top four main forms of human-speak.”
“You can speak four different languages?”
“Yes, I wanted to make sure I could communicate with a future mate.”
She blows out a breath. “I'm sorry I was so scared back there, and I acted
like that. I screamed and I was hitting on your chest. I was just really
surprised and I didn't expect”—she waves a hand up and down at me—“you
know.”
“No, I don't know.”
She pulls out of my arms and tugs at the jacket. “Well, I know that you
purchased me so that we can have sex right now and…you said you want to
marry me too? But Taygar how can you want to marry me? We don’t even
know each other. And on top of that we aren’t even the same species. Are
you sure this will work? Your eyes are red, your skin is grey and you’ve got
claws. How can you even want me when I have none of those things? Why
aren’t you with a woman of your own species?”
“Heh. This is a valid question. I am in the midst of mating heat while off
planet,” I try to explain. “This purchase of a mate on Earth during a human
auction has never before happened and is an emergency situation. Mating
heat rarely catches a Voltare unaware while far off planet, but this is my
circumstance. Therefore, I was forced to search for a compatible female who
is not Voltare.”
“You only picked me because you’re desperate?” She pouts.
“No,” I say fiercely. “No, being off planet is a blessing because how else
would I have found you?”
A tremulous smile spreads across her lips.
“I saw the lineup and instantly knew that you were my mate.” I'm
expecting her to have tears of joy because two mates finding each other is a
momentous occasion among my species, but she does not seem to
understand. “You are mine,” I confirm.
“But how is that possible? I didn’t say any vows. I thought you were
going to take me to the minister to perform the wedding ceremony but you
rushed us outside.”
“Minister? I have no idea what that word means. There were no vows to
take. I scented you and declared for you. That is all that needs to happen.
Your acquiescence is when you verbally accept the domicile I created for us.
We will finalize our mating when I claim you and fill you with my seed.” I
take her hand in mine and guide her up the grand staircase.
“Your seed?” she squeaks.
“Yes,” I smile. “I’m going to mate with you multiple times tonight. Let’s
get started.”
“Wait. Stop. Why me? Why did you choose me at the auction?”
I pause and look back down at my feisty female standing at the base of
the stairs. I enjoy how she makes this hard for me and demands answers. This
is the way of the females of my species. Did she research this ahead of time?
I reach down and cup her cheek with my claw, gazing down into her wide
eyes, the color of blue sky. “The other human females went out onto the stage
and there was something about you. You weren’t as small and delicate which
means you can withstand my mating lust. I enjoyed the defiant lift of your
chin. From the back of the room I could scent the trail of your pheromones
which enflamed me even from that distance. And you are easily the most
beautiful female I’ve ever met in my life.”
She licks her lips. “You were enflamed? What does that mean?”
I step back down two steps so we are close together and nearest in height.
I grab her hand and place it against the fabric of my tented crotch.
“Enflamed,” I confirm.
Her breath catches in her throat but she doesn’t move away and in fact
traces the outline of my erection with her palm. “Is that for real?”
“It’s all mine,” I groan.
Her eyes fly up to meet mine. “You think we can um, have sex, even
though you’re Voltare and I’m human?”
“My pheromones have latched onto you because we are compatible.”
She pulls back and looks up at me with darkened eyes. “Don’t you hate
that I don’t have tusks?”
“I do worry that you are defenseless, but I will protect you.” I allow my
tusks to retreat and disappear as is customary during intense mating and lick
my lips so she can see they are gone and that I will be ready to pleasure her.
“Your tusks can retract on command?” she says, with a sigh of relief.
“Yes,” I grin. “The better to give my female pleasure.”
A chuckle escapes her lips.
And then I take her hand and pull her upstairs with me to the second floor
and guide her down the hall. She is distracted by the other cleaning bots we
pass and exclaims often about how many doors are on this level. Finally, the
hallway ends and I reach out to open the last door. She digs in her heels and
we stop again, with my claw poised on the doorknob of the master suite.
“This is our wedding night according to your species?”
“Yes.” And then I open the door to our suite so she can examine the
mating bed I have crafted for her.
She gasps with delight and steps inside.
I follow behind and shut the heavy door behind us.
My female looks around at all the glittering candles surrounding our
large, white mating bed filled with pillows. “Is that what all these candles are
for?” she exclaims. “They're beautiful.”
“Yes. I was able to recreate these from the Voltare ceremony. Most of
them are holographic but some of them are real.”
“I know that to you, this is your wedding night but…some of the women
in the auction said they were totally fine with getting married, I wasn’t one of
them,” she warns.
“You’re my mate,” I repeat again, trying my best to show this human my
intentions. And then I step forward and take the jacket off her and drape it
over a nearby chair.
“What…?” she starts to question.
And then I grab onto her waist and toss her onto the bed.
She lands softly on her back.
I move on top of her and cover her. Then I look into her eyes and make
the vow all Voltare in heat give to their chosen female. “Tonight I will fill
you with my seed and see you swollen with my offspring,” I intone.
Her jaw drops open. “I think since they’ve never really had an actual
alien attend the auction before they didn’t tell me about the rules of mating
amongst your species.”
“I will tell you the rules. This is a claiming. We will have sweaty mating
sex tonight and afterwards you will become pregnant with my offspring and
we will be mates for life.”
She places her palms against my chest. “This is my first time,” she
whispers.
I lean down and gently brush my lips against hers. “You’ve never
pleasure mated before?”
“No, that’s why it was called a virgin auction. I’ve had boyfriends, but
we’ve never gone all the way.”
“Are the males on your planet stupid?”
“No,” she laughs. “I’m the one who said no or broke up with them. I’ve
never found the right guy and I’ve been busy taking care of others. I’ve had a
lot of responsibility.”
“I will care for you,” I vow.
This, after all, is the responsibility of a mate.
And then I brace my arms on either side of her and push myself up to
standing. And I pull down my trousers and kick them away, allowing my
heavy shaft to bob in front of her.
 3

CHARLOTTE

T aygar is naked and holding an enormous throbbing erection in his

clawed hand.
I’ve never seen any man’s dick in real life, only mainly on paid adult
sites. But this one is dark grey with a large crown and cream-colored semen
already leaks from the slit at the top.
“Is that going to fit?” I gasp, because it’s so freaking large it can be seen
from space.
“I’ll make sure it fits. Let me between those thighs and I’ll show you
pleasure. I need to taste you.”
I lick my lips because even though his cock is scary big, that area
between my thighs is even more wet, if that’s possible. This entire time, even
possibly when I was screaming with fear, I’ve been so off-the-charts attracted
to him, it’s not even funny. Like nothing I’ve experienced for any other man
in my entire life.
And he smells like soil and sunshine and somehow even of leather, which
is strange considering he’s an alien. He keeps saying he can scent that I’m his
mate, and I have a sneaking suspicion I can scent that he’s the one for me too.
After my initial freak out over the fact that he wasn’t even human, I’m
trying my best to be understanding. From what I’ve learned of him so far,
Taygar is a sexy alien beast.
I’ve spent the last five years fending off boyfriends and other guys who
wanted to have sex with me or maybe even turn our relationship into
something more. My last boyfriend dated me for six months and I still ended
up breaking things off, never having had sex with him. And yet I meet this
alien guy and in one hour and I’m all “yeah, let’s do it.” I’m not even
blinking over the fact that he wants to knock me up and says this means
forever to him. And since I’m not on birth control, getting pregnant tonight is
certainly a possibility.
Well, in my defense I knew sex would happen tonight and I’d be giving
some guy my virginity. Taygar is paying a fortune for this, and I signed a
contract that I knew stipulated I might need to marry the guy with the
winning bid, if he asked. It didn’t say that he’d be intent on getting me
pregnant, but it also didn’t stipulate there’d be birth control. I knew the risks.
And giving my virginity to this man I’m incredibly attracted to sounds like a
win-win to me. Why can’t I let go and just take what I want? I give so much
to others, why not one little thing for myself?
“Are you a virgin too?” I ask the deadly handsome Voltare who is
standing naked at my bedside.
“No, I have had many pleasure mates.”
“I don’t share,” I warn him. “I don’t know what it’s like on your planet
but if I give myself to you and become your mate tonight you need to know
that if you cheat on me with another woman, even once, it’ll be over between
us. Loyalty is important to me.”
He gives his cock rough strokes and I’m suddenly having trouble
concentrating on his words. “This is what I want too,” he says with an intense
red gaze. “I will be locked onto you, for life. My pheromones will only want
yours.”
“You will be physically unable to cheat?”
“I will only become enflamed for you because you are my mate.”
And that’s the moment I spread my legs for him.
A deep growl rumbles in his chest and he lowers himself between my
thighs. Then he tears my delicate black panties right the hell off and suddenly
I’m naked down there.
I love the sight of his dark head so close to my core.
He’s fascinated with the tiny strip of hair on my mound, delicately
brushing at it with his claws. “You are colorless here too,” he comments.
Then he carefully places two clawed fingers in my slit. “You are so wet.” I
watch as he licks juices off his fingers with a black tongue.
Oh wow. Then he goes in and he’s licking and sucking down there and it
feels so damn good. He finds my clit and spends so much time there I swear
he’s making a study of what pleases me the most.
“Don’t stop,” I gasp. “Right there.” And then I come so hard my back
bows off the bed.
He sits up with a grin and wipes my juices off his face with the back of
his claw.
I’m still recovering from the most intense orgasm of my life. Better than
any self-stimulation with any of my toys. Better than any provided by my last
two boyfriends, both of whom seemed to barely understand that my clit
existed. I’ve never gone all the way with anyone and here I am about to go all
the way with an alien I just met?
He looms over me with hot red eyes and I look again at that thick,
luscious shaft that he wants to sink inside of me and I’m done. I want it,
desperately.
I reach up and pull him down on me and we’re kissing. I can’t believe we
haven’t kissed yet. And wow, he’s so good at this too. The clash of my teeth
against his fangs is super sexy.
He breaks off the kiss and uses his claws to tear at my bra and it’s gone
too and now we’re both naked.
“Ready?” he questions.
“Please,” I moan.
He notches that thing at my entrance. “I will go slow.” And he really
does, sinking a small amount at a time, allowing for adjustment. Then he
pauses often to suck on my nipples which makes me gush and he sinks
further.
He leans his forehead against mine. “This will hurt, I am sorry.” And he
snaps his hips and suddenly he’s all the way inside of me and yes, it hurts like
hell.
I let out a whimper of pain and he stills. But it’s gone relatively fast and I
want more so I tap on his ass. “More.”
His lips crash down on mine and he’s moving again, sliding in and out.
At first he goes slow. “Hold on,” he warns. He starts pounding into me and
it’s amazing. Yet another wave of pleasure is just there, out of reach but
building. And then I hold on tight to him as another massive orgasm flows
through me.
He throws back his head and roars as his own pleasure hits him hard. He
stills and I can feel the throb of heat as he spills his seed inside of me.
Then he falls down, panting at my side and we lay together in a sweaty
embrace and I quickly fall asleep in his arms.
I WAKE up the next morning alone in bed.
Sunlight streams through mullioned windows. The thick white candles
from last night are all gone now. Strange. I lie in bed for a moment and then
sit up straight, pulling the covers over my naked body and look around.
Did I have sex with an alien?
The space between my thighs is pleasantly sore and wet and I smell like
sex. A trail of light red scratches marks my body. Yes, yes I did have hot sex
with an alien last night and his name was Taygar Tusk. He won me at the
auction, declared I was his new mate and he thinks he’s already knocked me
up. And I let him. His forked tongue was magic. He smelled so damn good.
And the orgasms were life changing. I also suspect I’m already addicted to
his big grey dick.
He tended to me in the bathtub after he took my virginity and then made
love to me again in the early hours of the morning, slipping inside of me and
gently rocking us both to another mind-shattering orgasm. And then we both
fell asleep again.
The pillow next to me is cold.
Where is he?
I want more. I basically agreed for him to become my baby daddy. I can’t
believe I let any of that happen, considering how I usually drop a guy like a
hot potato if he wants something more than a hot makeout session. But I was
paid a million dollars to give a man my virginity last night so… I look
around, my stomach dropping. But this romantic moment with Taygar was
nothing like what I thought it would be and the idea of tainting what I shared
with him last night, thinking of it as a job or a transaction, sounds entirely
wrong.
No. That wasn’t the ‘close my eyes and hope it ends soon’ sex that I
thought it would be. Instead he literally swept me off my feet and took me to
his home so I could become his bride and the mother of his children. He was
an alien looking for a mate. Tears well up in my eyes and I brush them away.
I’m so, so grateful he bid twenty million dollars to make sure no one could
have me but him.
He said he wanted to marry me I guess this is the start of a relationship?
Although, how does a relationship work when both of you aren’t even the
same species?
I chuckle and shake my head as I throw back the covers.
I scramble out of the bed and quickly realize that I have nothing to wear.
He tore my lingerie off me last night. Luckily my bag is on the floor next to
the bed. It contains my cell phone and my wallet, sketchpad, and art pencils,
along with a few bits of makeup, but no clothes.
I bite my lip and walk naked across the room and boldly open the door to
the walk-in closet. There are no women’s clothes here, which makes me
happy, but there is plenty of empty space on the other side of the closet for
me to fill up later. Along one wall are a variety of pants and shirts, all of
which look very human. But…I walk over and gingerly touch a uniform that
hangs all by itself on the back wall. It’s iridescent and thick and would cover
him from neck to ankles. There’s an official logo emblazoned on the chest
and I have no idea what it means. But since he isn’t wearing clothing from
his own planet right now, it looks like he’s doing his best to fit in with the
humans by dressing like us. Although considering his bare chest underneath a
tux last night, along with hiking boots, he might need some personalized
advice.
I pull down a white, button-down dress shirt and put it on, enjoying how
it lands mid-thigh and I can leave a few buttons undone for some peek of
cleavage. I have to admit I’ve always wanted this in my life—me wearing my
husband’s shirt.
Then I use the glamorous bathroom that has a pedestal bathtub and a huge
rainfall glass enclosed shower and two separate sinks. I wash all the residual
makeup off my face from last night and think about taking a shower, but I’m
not ready to get rid of his smell on me. I pull a brush out of my bag and get
the tangles out of my hair, brush my teeth and even tie it up my hair in a
messy bun.
I plop down in an armchair for a moment with my cell phone in hand,
thinking of my mom. The million dollars from last night is already in my
account. In fact there’s an error, I see it’s actually two million dollars. I stare
at it for a moment in amazement, then I quickly send off the deposit to the
hospital, securing mom’s surgery. I’ll have to check up on this later, because
I might need to have to send the other million back to St. James? I can’t think
of it as really mine until I confirm there wasn’t a mistake.
I enter a group chat with mom, Aunt Rhonda and Jules and send them a
message, so they all know I’m doing fine at the “art retreat.” And I mention
that I somehow came up with enough money to secure the deposit and
everything is set up, no worries. Then I tell them I can’t respond because
going into a conference room.
 Heh. Yes, I’m tossing out lies but I’m also taking care of my family and
what they don’t know won’t hurt them.
And suddenly a huge weight lifts off my shoulders.
I carry my phone with me as I click open the door and make my way
downstairs, eager to find my new husband.
The manor is even more beautiful in the morning. He carried me at least a
couple of miles, running the entire time, through a spring night to this
mansion. He’s so strong, maybe stronger than the typical human, considering
how he leapt onto that stage and then how he ran off with me like I was light
as air.
I was surprised to see this historic mansion emerge from the forest. I
didn’t even know this place existed. But he says it’s not only his home now
but mine as well. I look closely at everything as I pass, all the expensive
furniture, flooring and wall hangings, trying to imagine myself actually living
here. It seems fantastical.
I find him in the kitchen wearing only dark pants and nothing else. I
pause and quietly check out his muscular back and the curve of his ass. I love
that I know how his skin feels and how hot and hard those muscles are—and
the power behind them.
He turns around and tags me with that dark red gaze. “Charlotte.”
My stomach flutters and the area between my thighs is instantly heats
again.
A growl rumbles in his chest. “Why are you out of the mating bed? I am
bringing you morning Traq. Then I was going to mate you again.”
I step closer and wrap my arms around his waist and look up at him. And
that’s when I realize that monster between his legs is already hard and ready.
“Well, we can have the Traq here and then we can mate again on the couch?”
I propose. I have no idea what Traq is but I’m willing to try. Then I tap a
finger on his tusks. “And if you retract we can even kiss.”
He lifts me onto the counter. “Or we can mate right here.”
“Ooh, good idea.” I widen my legs so he’s between my thighs and I put
my arms around his neck. And then he’s kissing me.
His pants are down in a moment and he sinks inside of me slowly and we
moan against each other’s lips.

T WENTY MINUTES later I’m standing on my bare feet and walking around,
examining the gorgeous state-of-the-art kitchen. I love to cook and I have to
check out what’s available. Yogurt, milk, and juice are in the fridge, so at
least there’s that.
“Ready to try some Traq?” Taygar asks.
“What is Traq?” My cell phone starts ringing so I pull it out and look at
the screen and frown.
“Aren’t you going to answer that?”
“No, it’s my mom and I don’t want to talk to her about any of this yet.”
“Why?”
“My mother, sister and aunt have no idea that I sold myself at an auction
house.”
His dark grey forehead furrows and his tusks elongate. “But I’m your
mate. Don’t you want to tell them the good news?”
I stare at him for a moment. The blazing red eyes. The tusks which are
back full force. His clawed hands and grey skin. I care about this man and I
was all over him last night and touched every part of his body and even I’m
having trouble accepting this is for real. I shake my head. “Mom would freak
and the last thing she needs is more stress.”
“But this is a joyous occasion. I am in mating heat and you’ve accepted
my claiming.”
I smile up at him and lean my hip against a counter. “That’s sweet of you
to say. And what is this mating heat? Tell me more.”
He leans in close bracing his muscular arms on either side of me. “It’s
me, wanting inside of you constantly for at least the next four days,” he
breathes against my ear.
I dig my nails into his shoulders. “Bring it on.”
Taygar throws back his head and laughs, “first we must pause to eat and
drink.” He pulls back and strides away.
He prepares two mugs of hot Traq which I quickly learn is very similar to
coffee. Then he leads me to a cozy space off the kitchen with stunning views
of the backyard. We sit side by side on a small couch with a small table in
front of us and I snuggle into his side. He wraps an arm around me.
It’s charming and I start to think I might want this to be my life. “I cannot
believe how comfortable it is being with you, considering we just met and
we’re not the same species,” I remark.
“I agree,” he rumbles with that deep voice I love. “The pheromone lock
has found my perfect mate.”
 I love it when he talks like that.
We sit quietly, enjoying the view and then my mind begins to drift,
thinking of responsibilities. I look at the time on my phone and frown. “I just
want to warn you that I can’t stay here all day; I’ve got to get to work tonight
at the brewery. I thought this was only for one night. But I can of course
come back after my shift and stay the night if you want.”
A dark cloud crosses his features. “You want to leave in the middle of our
mating bond?”
I bite my lip. “Um, just for a little bit. I have to go to work tonight. I’ll
come back right after the shift,” I repeat. “And luckily it’s the last shift for
this week so I won’t have to leave again until next week.”
“You don’t need to work. I transferred plenty of currency into your
human account.”
I blink. “Wait, was that you? You’re the one who put an extra million
dollars into my account? I thought it was a mistake.”
“Yes, I wanted to make sure you had plenty of currency. We are legal
mates so what is mine is yours and what is yours is mine.”
“Oh. Well, I haven’t quit my job yet because I wasn’t one hundred
percent certain the auction house idea would work out.”
“You no longer have time for your previous work commitments.”
I narrow my eyes at him. “Are you trying to kidnap me and take me to
your planet? Because I can't leave Earth. My family is here.”
He chuckles. “No. I do not plan on taking you elsewhere, we will reside
on this planet. But both male and female Voltare take four full days off work
and commitments in order to spend that time together to bond during mating
heat.”
“Well, okay, it does seem silly to keep on working since we don’t need
the money and this is basically a honeymoon. But I need to give them two
weeks’ notice. I can’t just drop my job. That would be rude.”
He crooks an eyebrow at me.
“I can call in sick at first?”
He nods in agreement.
 4

TAYGAR

I ’ve been told by other males that the sexual intensity and emotion
between a mated pair is ten times that of simple pleasure mating. I’ve
always considered this an exaggeration, but now that Charlotte is underneath
me, I know it’s entirely true.
My human can take all of me, down to the root. She growls and scratches
my back and my ass, begging for more. And she can keep going, never
seeming to get enough. She can withstand my Voltare lust. My human is built
similar to our females and our two species are highly compatible.
I rake and score my tusks against her delicate, colorless skin and then
retract so I can kiss her mouth and lick her channel and her clit. Her taste in
amazing and I cannot get enough of her scent, wanting to constantly fill my
lungs and tongue with her pheromones.
My new mate calls in sick for her work and then I take her upstairs and
fuck her again, filling her again with my seed. This time I take her from
behind, with her long colorless hair in my fist so I can pull her head back and
kiss her while I pound into her. She screams with pleasure and grabs onto the
headboard for support.
We are in the midst of a traditional Voltare mating bond period and I am
very pleased. During this time the mated pair is always left alone and given
time to bond. Sometimes a mated pair will have been friends prior to a
mating heat, but often pairs are total strangers, as are Charlotte and I,
therefore this time spent together is vital.
We spend the rest of the day in bed, in the cleansing unit, the bathtub,
getting food again in the kitchen, and then back in the bed having sex. When
she’s apart from me I miss her and when she steps into my view again there’s
a strange flutter in my chest.
Finally, I wrap my arms around her and pull her close, bury my nose in
her hair and we fall asleep.

W E WAKE UP LATER , use the cleansing unit and enter the walk-in closet to
dress and that’s when I realize the error of my ways. “You have nothing to
wear,” I grimace, as she plucks another one of my human-style coverings out
of the closet to wear.
“I like this shirt,” she says brightly as she shrugs the garment on, covering
her spectacular teats and the flare of her hips.
“You need your own clothing that human females would traditionally
wear.”
“Well, I have lots of my own clothes back at home if you’ll just let me…”
“No,” I growl, feeling a flash of heat in my veins at the thought of her
gone.
Her eyes widen.
I reach out and grab her hips and pull her close. “Voltare males are very
possessive during mating heat,” I rasp. “I must have you nearby at all times,
on this property or next to me. Preferably underneath me.”
“Oh, so…you want me to stay inside and keep wearing your shirts for
now?”
I shake my head. “No, you can go outside, but I need you near for the
next four days, until my heat normalizes. Meanwhile, let’s order new clothes
for you.”
She claps her hands. “Okay, that sounds like fun.”
And then I end up on a couch downstairs with my female in my lap. I
hand her a Voltare glass tablet hacked into the human shopping channels. She
quickly learns the new tech and happily chats as she orders pieces of clothing
to be delivered to this domicile.
I shake my head. “I cannot understand the need for such variety in
garments to cover extremities. How do humans understand all of this?”
“I’ve grown up with it so it’s normal to me?”
“I purchased clothing from my research I thought looked like something a
human male on this part of the Earth would wear. Did you find it an
appropriate match?”
She leans her head on my shoulder. “Um, well, I think you need a little
bit of help. Would you like for me to order new clothes for you too?”
I grunt my acceptance.
My female expertly chooses strange items for me called “pajamas,” and
“loungewear” and “underwear” and something called “jeans.” It’s all very
odd but I accept that it’s necessary.
“Okay, all done,” she finally says and tosses aside the tablet. Then she
tags me with a serious gaze. “So tell me, Taygar Tusk, why aren’t you living
on your home planet? Why did you have to come to Earth to find a mate?”
I nod my head and exhale, accepting that it is time to tell Charlotte the
truth about my past. It is her right as my mate to know everything. “I was off
my own planet and caught unaware during mating heat because I am
banished from my home world,” I admit. “It’s been very difficult being away
from my own species during my heat.”
She bites her lip. “Why were you banished? Are you…are you a
criminal?”
“No, female, I am not a criminal. I am a male who turned in my superiors
for their criminality. They were about to put our planet in danger with their
lies and deceptions. I literally saved the world because of it. But I knew when
I was going to do it, that it would mean that I would lose my job and my
standing in society, and I would possibly be banished because that's how
powerful my enemies are. I had to decide—my job and position on Voltare or
the safety of the citizens? I chose my planet over my personal interests. And
what did I get for it? Banished.”
She puts her arms around me and lays her cheek against my bare chest. “I
understand what you’re telling me. On Earth we call that a whistleblower.”
I kiss the top of her head. “The truth will eventually come out and prove
me wronged and innocent. It’ll take years though for all of this to go through
galactic court and for me to be declared innocent and my enemies placed in
prison.”
“This is why you needed me right now?”
“Yes, immediately,” I grin. “My species can pleasure mate, but by the
time we hit a certain age there's a window of time where you become
breeding compatible. And I have reached it while I am banished. I needed to
find a mate now if I'm ever to have offspring.”
“After these next few days and your mating heat decreases will that mean
your sex drive is gone?”
“No,” I laugh because she looks truly troubled. “I will just become a
normal mate who wants to constantly have sex with his beautiful female, but
who is able to spend time apart without losing his mind.”
“Good. I still cannot believe you bid twenty million dollars for me.”
I shrug. “The currency exchange rate here is very favorable. Also, I had
to defeat my human competitor. He was an unworthy mate and in fact
dangerous for you and the other females.”
Her brow furrows. “Who are you talking about?”
“There was a human male in the back row of the auction house who was
concealing weapons in his clothing and waiting just for you and trying to
outbid me. I did a background check on him and learned of his many arrests.”
“Oh no.”
“I sent proof of his prior mistreatment of women and children to Coco St.
James and he is now blocked from all future auctions.”
“Thank you for doing that. I’d hate to get away free and then wonder if
he’s just bid on another girl a month later, harming her.”
“Yes, this is unacceptable.”
“Are you in law enforcement on Voltare? You act like someone who
wants to protect others.”
“I do come from a long line of Voltare soldiers. I was in the military for
many years and was recently the Planetary Security Advisor to the First
Citizen of Voltare. I was the youngest ever to hold that position.”
“It makes sense that you would have that type of job.”
Warmth spreads in my chest at my female’s evident pride for her male.
“What do you like to do?” I ask.
“Oh, I’m an artist. And um, I’m close to finishing my degree in
animation. I like to keep an old-fashioned sketchpad and art pencils around
with me in my bag, for whenever inspiration strikes. In fact, um, is it okay if I
sketch you? I’ve been itching to try and get what I see on page.”
“Yes, of course.”
In moments she’s got a pad on her lap and a box of art supplies and she’s
looking back and forth between me and her work, while still asking me
questions. “What usually happens when you go into mating heat on Voltare?”
“Prior to our first mating heat, younger Voltare will often take pleasure
mates, initiated often by females. But after a pair is bonded and claimed they
are mates for life, only to become enflamed by the touch of their Voltare
mate. This joining is also when a pair will breed and have offspring.”
“Ah. Here on Earth it seems females can become pregnant pretty much
anytime when they are around my age, young adults.”
“You are human,” I question. “Do you think you can indeed mate with
me for life? Does this idea make you uncomfortable because it’s not typical
within your species?”
She looks up at me and meets my gaze. “To be truthful I don’t know? I
only say that because of all the unknowns in life. I have no idea what the two
of us will be like twenty years from now. But I am very willing to try as hard
as you to make this work. And there have been many documented cases of
humans being mated for life, so it’s possible.”
Then her head dips and she swipes colorless hair over her ear and
concentrates on her drawing.
Tightness returns to my chest as I gaze at her beauty and realize that I
don’t just lust after my female and want to impregnate her, I also love her
deeply. She is family now. In such a short time I’ve already placed her in my
mind next to my brother and my father.
“I’ll be right back,” she says suddenly, her cheeks turning pink. “Gotta go
to the bathroom.” Then she hops up from the couch and runs off. I hear the
distant click of a door.
Her sketch book is on the table.
I walk over and flip through, looking at her work and I’m stunned at her
expertise and creativity, which are all right there on paper. She’s captured my
smiles, my tusks and even the red gleam of my eyes. I grin at her
interpretation of me, and I am pleased.
Because her love for me is evident in her work.
 5

CHARLOTTE

I return from the bathroom and find Taygar sitting innocently on the
opposite couch, tapping on his fancy glass tablet with language scrolling
across the screen I can’t possibly decipher.
And that’s when I realize it’s way past lunchtime and in fact close to
dinner and I’m tired of yogurt. My art is going to have to wait while I figure
out the food situation. “I’m going to go into the kitchen and see about
dinner,” I announce.
My new husband nods and follows along behind me.
There's something sitting on the counter, and it looks like a microwave. It
was the machine that he’d used to make the Traq and I assumed it was a
fancy microwave but now I see that same language on it and I know it’s not
from this planet. “What is this?” I ask.
“This is called a food dispenser.”
I think about it for a moment. “It makes food out of thin air? Does it do
drinks only?”
“No, it doesn’t make only Traq, it can make whatever food you want, as
long as you can program it into the system.”
“That’s amazing, we don’t have anything like that here. The closest is a
microwave, but it only reheats food.”
“What does your planet do without a food dispenser? How does everyone
eat in times of famine?”
I purse my lips, “we starve?”
He rolls his eyes. “This is terrible. This is a mobile food dispenser that I
brought with me while I've been traveling. It is programmed with all of the
food a Voltare could possibly need to eat.”
 “Do you need to eat this specific food to live?”
“Not necessarily. I just prefer it. I can get nutrition from other sources
that are similar.”
“Have you tried human food yet?” I question.
“No.”
“I actually have two things that I've really enjoy in life” I admit to him. “I
like cooking and drawing. My mom taught me to cook and I get the love for
art from my aunt, because she’s a professional artist.”
I hear his stomach growl.
“Can I feed you fresh human food?” I ask because that’s what I’m always
like—who can I feed? “I really like the idea of the food dispenser and I’d
love to try out Voltare food because I already really like Traq, but how about
we have some human food for dinner?”
“How are we going to get this food? I am not ready to take you in public
without tearing the first human male I see gazing at you limb from limb.”
My eyes widen. Wow, he’s serious. “We can order them delivered just
like we did the clothes.”
“Good.”
I start to talk fast, getting it all out at once, because he has to know what
he’s getting into with me. “I really like to cook. I draw and cook in my spare
time. I like staying at home and cooking for my mom and my sister and my
aunt and I have friends come over and I like to do dinner parties. And we all
sort of hang out together and people like it when I cook for them. So I just
want to warn you ahead of time that if you want to be married to me, I'm the
type of person who likes to cook a lot and I like to feed people and I love to
have people over to feed them. And that could be your friends too.”
He nods. “That is acceptable.”
“I like to spend a lot of time just drawing and I get really sucked into that.
I'm sort of weird. I like to be alone doing a lot of drawing but then I’ll come
back out and cook a lot.”
“You are adorable.”
Heat races across my cheeks.
“Come and sit next to me,” he proclaims.
And we sit down and try and figure out what to eat.
“I think you might be a meat and potatoes kind of guy. The fangs and
tusks make me think you are a carnivore of the first order. I think you might
like something called beef stew, or maybe beef kabobs. I think you'd like
beef. We’ll upgrade you to barbeque later.”
“We could begin with that meat,” he agrees. “I would be willing to try
that human food.” And then he watches as I again use his fancy glass tablet to
order all kinds of ordinary human foods that to him are strange delicacies.
“Guacamole?” he grimaces. “You eat this soft green food?”
“Oh, I love it,” I tell him. “You’ll like it on toast and chips. You’ll see.”
He shrugs and I imagine what it would be like if I lived on Voltare. I
suppose I’d be freaked out by the exotic food there too before trying it.
“Done,” I announce. “It’s ordered and I paid extra so it should be here in
about two hours.”
“Good,” he growls. “I can’t wait any longer.”
Taygar retracts his tusks for me and in moments he rips off my white
shirt, buttons are flying and he tosses me onto the nearest couch. He falls on
top of me, kissing me and sliding that monster dick inside of me, because I
was wet the entire time.
I’m learning I love quickies, intense orgasms and the heat of his seed
emptying inside of me.
We get cleaned up and I put on another fresh white shirt, just in time for
the food to arrive. I hide behind a door the entire time because I’m barely
dressed and Taygar is in fullblown mating heat and growls at the thought of
another male seeing me half-dressed.
Taygar opens the front door, and I can’t help but giggle when the young
man delivering the groceries lets out a shout of surprise at the sight of Taygar
Tusk, barefoot but dressed in his tux, who didn’t even bother to retract his
large tusks before opening the door.
In the end my husband gives the guy a big tip for his troubles, and all is
forgiven.
We put all the food away and I start a stew.
“Do you want to help me?” I ask. “I can teach you how to make a stew
and we could do this together side by side? I like to turn on music while I
cook or maybe the TV. We can make this fun.”
He doesn’t look the least bit interested.
I laugh out loud. I already know from experience that not everyone is into
cooking like I am. My friends constantly tease me and so does Jules, my
younger sister, about my cooking obsession.
“Before you were banished,” I question, “did you used to cook fresh food
for yourself, without the food dispenser?”
 “No, never. I've never learned to cook,” he says. “But I am very good at
programming the food dispenser. Can I sit with you while you cook?”
“Yes, that would be nice.”
And then he has a screen in front of him and he sits at the island with me.
“What are you working on?” I ask. “What keeps you busy now that
you’ve been banished?”
He grunts. “I keep in touch with my lawyers, who are the only Voltare
I’m legally allowed to contact. And I also have started a security consult
business. Lately I’ve offered my services to some of the Earth governments.
They are very interested.”
I smile at him because this means to me that he’s setting himself up to
stay on Earth long-term, just like he said, which makes me happy.
I continue chopping carrots and potatoes and it all feels so homey it
brings a tear to my eye. I enjoy getting to know the ins and outs of his
kitchen. He has no idea that he’s bought a house with basically the kitchen of
my dreams. Of course, I want to cook here. And also the cleaning bots are
going to do the dishes afterwards? Sign me up.
We have a nice time. I chat with him. I talk about what I'm doing and he
tells me what his lawyers are saying. I turn on music and introduce him to
Beyonce.
He taps his claws on the counter to the music and seems to enjoy it. And
then he plays some music for me from Voltare, which to me sounds like a lot
of drum beats and animals screaming, but he loves it.
“I like that one, play it again,” and I hold a wooden spoon in my hand and
do a silly dance and sway my hips to the beat.
Deep belly laughs escape his lips. I end up in his arms and we're dancing
together. I show him some moves. I try to bump against his hip and then I
started tickling him. And then we’re tickling each other and we fall onto the
floor and right there in the kitchen we have sex again.
For dinner we eat stew, which it turns out he loves. I love plating food for
people. I put it in the beef stew in a nice bowl. I make sure there's some warm
crusty bread to go with it with real butter on top. I watch him very carefully
while he eats. He uses his tusks to dig into the meat and really loves eating
“this human food.”
“Tomorrow I'll make beef kabobs with pilaf and salad. I think you'll like
it, and we can have this stew for lunch.”
He nods happily.
 It’s nice having a different audience for my cooking. “My friends have
often said I should start a food blog or maybe I shouldn't have gone into art
and instead to culinary school, but I just like the idea of it as a hobby and
being a home cook. It's…it’s how I show my love.”
He sets aside his empty bowl and bends to take me in his arms and starts
up the steps to the master bedroom. “I will show you my love,” he says.

T HAT FIRST NIGHT after the auction we had hot sex all night.
And then the next morning lots more.
Basically, we spent most of the whole first day together in bed, chatting
or eating. And then finally he realized that I needed clothes and had me to
order everything I could ever have wanted, and it came super-fast.
And this morning, on day two of our mating bond period, packages of
clothes arrive on our doorstep.
Now I'm sitting in fancy loungewear that I never thought I’d be able to
indulge in. I look like a model or celebrity on social media, but I’m just a
student sitting in a big house with an audience of one—my new alien
husband.
And he’s dressed today in something other than a tux—I’ve got him in
black jogger pants and a bright blue, form-fitting t-shirt that shows off his
muscular chest and arms. He basically looks like Captain America, but with
tusks, red eyes and grey skin.
He looks so very handsome I have to start drawing him again.
He sits in his office, full of high-tech screens and I curl up into it an arm
chair with my pad while he works. I keep sketching him but don't show him
what I'm drawing at first. I feel shy for some reason.
I spend more time on his tusks and I try to get that gleam in that sharp
point at the end. It's so fascinating. And then I imagine different ways and
different medium to use. Just being around Taygar is sparking so much
creativity and thought.
Finally, I feel antsy. “This place is fabulous, but…it’s awfully quiet.”
He looks up. “What would you like to do?”
“Go for a walk? I need to get out.” I gesture outside. “Look what a
beautiful day it is. How about we go out for a walk together?”
We end up walking hand in hand together through paths in the woods
behind the mansion.
 “I like this occupational clothing you have chosen,” he comments because
lounge clothes are completely foreign to Voltaire. They are a very serious
species who work often and relax very little. “I am able to slow down with
you because this is bonding time,” he tells me.
“This is a time that Voltaire are supposed to be on vacation?”
“Vacation?” he answers, like he's never heard that word in his life. “There
is no translation.”
“Maybe bond time is your only vacation? Births of children and maybe
sickness and funerals. That's it.”
“Yes,” he agrees. “We take very little time off because we should always
be productive.”
I'm going to have to teach him to slow down and take time off like
humans do.
We walk in the dappled sunshine and Taygar chats with me about the
differences and similarities in the climate of Voltare and Earth. “I am
enjoying how the forest here is similar to Voltare.” He likes where we are
living here because the weather is similar to back home where he lives.
“I like the woods here too and the house is wonderful and…and I can
really imagine myself living here with you.”
And then our walk is interrupted because I’m in his muscled embrace and
his lips crash down on mine.
And then we end up having sex against a tree because of course we do.
 6

CHARLOTTE

I like exploring the woods behind the back of the mansion.

There's a nice path with a bridge over a creek that winds through the
woods in a two-mile loop and ends basically where I began. Taygar
accompanied me the first time to “confirm the safety of this path” and so we
could be together. But yesterday afternoon he allowed me to go out by myself
when I asked because the mating heat is decreasing enough for us to be
separated for an hour?
Today I sit on a log and take a deep breath of fresh air and lift my chin
toward the morning sun. I like a bit of alone time sometimes to think deep.
The number one thought on my mind: Am I really falling in love with a
man who isn’t even of my own species and was born on an entirely different
planet?
Yeah, of course I am.
I met him at an auction and I’ve been hiding out here with him and…I’m
happy.
It’s a lot to wrap my brain around.
I’ve spent so much of the last year dealing with my mother’s illness and
trying to find a cure and suddenly there’s enough money to take care of
everyone. The deposit for the surgery is paid. There’s extra money in Mom’s
account so they have plenty of money for the mortgage and food and well,
everything.
All of our worries are suddenly gone and in two weeks I’ll leave for
Germany to go with her for the surgery. Our flight and hotel are already
booked. It’s going to be a difficult process and a long and painful recovery,
but it will save her life.
 I’m thrilled about this, and yet I’ve told Taygar about any of this and I
need to open up to him and everyone about all of this soon.
But I just…can’t.
No matter what he thinks, we’re not really married. We’re legally mated
according to Voltare traditions, but here on Earth he’s still just my boyfriend.
My boyfriend that I’ve been having unprotected sex with for the last few
days, again and again.
I blow out a breath and grab my bag. My sketch pad and my pencils are
with me in my bag. My favorite subject is Taygar. I pull out my drawing pad
and flip through all the sketches I’ve done of my new husband and warmth
spreads in my chest.
Who am I kidding? I’m so in love with him.
I've made a study of his tusks, different points of view and profiles of his
face. I think I’ve found the exact shade of red for his eyes. I love finding and
examining different expressions on his face. His hands and his chest are
another favorite. My all-time favorite is a drawing I did of him laughing at
the antics of two cleaning bots that were colliding with one another, caught
up in a rug. His deep laughter is infectious.
I think he loves me too. He’s never said it in so many words, but he’s
been hinting around it like crazy…
I hear a noise and look up and smile.
Taygar leans against a tree, watching me, dressed in dark pants and a tight
t-shirt and he looks damn good. I think he’s secretly enjoying learning our
human culture and style. “Charlotte,” he rumbles. His tusks are elongated
past his chin. I no longer find them frightening, instead he looks sexy as hell.
I put aside my sketchpad and skip over to him. I always want to be close
to him.
He pulls me into his massive embrace and takes a moment to give me a
quick kiss. “I have something important I need to show you,” he says.
“And what is that?”
“You'll see,” he says. “It’s a surprise.”
I place a palm against my chest. “I'm not sure I can handle any more
surprises,” I say, referring to the fact that my new husband is an alien.
He laughs. “Come with me.”
I grab my bag and Taygar takes my hand, and we quietly stroll along the
path. This is another thing I like about him, that he doesn’t have to constantly
fill a silence.
 Finally, we come out of the woods and cross the enormous back lawn and
into the back of the house. Cleaning bots scurry past. I'm starting to get used
to how this house is so enormous and we're the only two living beings.
There's no groundskeeper, no cook or maid. Maybe if we do move in here for
reals I can talk him into hiring a few actual people.
He bypasses the back stairs and I’m totally confused because Taygar’s
favorite surprise is a new sexual position, in his favorite location—our bed.
“Where are we going?”
“We’re going out front.”
And now I’m even more curious. We pass through the kitchen and dining
areas and then the study, the living room and the other massive formal front
room and then we make it through the entryway. He opens the door and we
go down the steps and across the front driveway. Now we’re on the front
lawn I look around, puzzled. I haven't been out here that much. Maybe not
even since the first night I arrived. I always end up leaving out the back or
from the side to take trails.
It’s nice out here though, I should come out here more often. “Are we
going somewhere? Do you have a car?”
“I have something better.” And then he lifts his hand and presses a button
on a small device and I hear a beep.
Suddenly in front of me, on the vast lawn, a spaceship emerges.
I squeak with surprise. “No fucking way,” I shout. I reach out and
playfully slap him on his shoulder. “You had a spaceship this whole time on
your front lawn?”
He throws his head back and laughs. “It was cloaked.”
“Why didn't you tell me?”
“I thought it might frighten you if I showed it to you too soon. Most
humans have never been off the planet.”
“Well,” I sigh. “I guess I knew you had a spaceship of some kind because
how else did you get here, but I guess I thought it was in orbit.”
He shakes his head. “Another reason why I chose this house is because
there’s plenty of space to land my craft. Would you like to come inside my
ship and look around?”
“Oh. Yes. Are we going anywhere?” I ask, realizing I am a little
frightened.
“No. Not if you don't want to. I just wanted to show you the inside.”
“Let’s do it.” Most husbands have an RV on the side of the house to
travel in, but Taygar has a spaceship. This is okay. I can wrap my brain
around this. As I get closer, my hands are itching to draw the curves and
contours of his beautiful ship. Tomorrow I’m going to be out here, drawing
the hell outta this.
The ramp lowers and we pound up inside. The ship is very large and
seems super high-tech. He shows me the front cockpit as well as the mess
hall and his quarters. There’s even areas for more people to sleep if
necessary, if he had more crew or guests. We return to the cockpit and I can
see out the windows a view of the mansion. And there are many of the same
types of screens that are inside of his office.
“I can’t believe I’m in a Voltare spaceship,” I say.
“You are also Voltare,” he says. “Once you give birth to our offspring,
you automatically have dual citizenship.”
I pause, replaying what he said, then I turn and look at him. “What are
you trying to tell me?”
“You are pregnant with our first offspring.”
“Right now? I am?”
“Yes.”
“How can you know so quickly?”
“I can sense that you have an extra pheromone trail.”
“You can smell our baby?”
“Yes. I can smell our child growing inside of you. Also I have been
studying the difference between human and Voltare gestation. It is very
similar, this is why our species are compatible and I also think why we would
be good allies. But you won't have a baby in nine months, as is typical for a
human. Voltare females are full term at six months. This means the infant
you're carrying, which was conceived during our claiming, is further along
than the typical human child.”
I place a hand on my stomach and a goofy smile spreads across my face.
“I knew this was coming but wow. I'm going to be a mom.”
He wraps his arms around me. “Are you pleased?”
I snuggle into his chest. “Yes,” I say with all honesty. “I am very
pleased.”
I've spent the last five days with this man, spending every waking
moment with him. I feel like we've become best friends and I think he's right
—the fact that I like his scent must mean that my brain and my body knew
that he was the one before my heart caught up.
 “Would you like to go into the med lab?” he questions. “So we can hear
the heartbeat of our child?”
“Oh,” I gasp. “I’d love to do that. What is a med lab?”
“This is automatic health technology that all Voltare possess as well as all
civilized species, it is very common.”
“We don't have that on Earth.”
“No, you don't. If you want to use the lab, it is entirely automatic. You'll
be scanned and if you would like they can give you a complete medical scan.
I will lie down first and show you how it works.”
“I’d like to try it.”
We walk into the med lab together. Taygar lies down on a large white bed
and I watch as a lighted wand goes over his entire body from head to toe.
Then the computer announces an imbalance in his hormones. Taygar checks
the health plan and accepts. Then the wand passes over him again and the
computer announces, “Fixed. Subject, healthy.”
“No pain?” I question.
“None. If I'm hurt, it can heal me. If I contract a disease, it can heal most
of those too.”
“Can it make you immortal?”
“No. But it prolongs lifespans by keeping a being in perfect health and
pain free. It can't fix everything. There are still difficult illnesses in the brain
and deep within the genetic code that can only be cured with the help of a
team of doctors or are maybe still incurable. But most sicknesses and injuries
can be fixed with a med lab. Are you ready?”
“Yes.” I take Taygar’s place on the white bed. The wand goes over me.
And then the computer announces that our baby is perfectly healthy and next
thing I know I can hear the heartbeat and there's an image of my tiny baby.
So small, just a little peanut, and the heart beating probably like my baby is
three months old.
“I have been working hard at updating this med lab so that it has all of the
medical knowledge from your planet and is merged with a medical
knowledge of Voltare. Between the two, we'll make sure that you are cared
for and you will birth the first half-human, half-Voltare infant in safety.”
He hears the heartbeat of our baby again and I see tears in his eyes.
I hold his hand and squeeze it tight.
 7

TAYGAR

C harlotte’s small hand-held screen starts ringing.

She sits up on the med bed and pulls it out of her pocket and looks
at the screen. “It’s my sister, Jules. I've been ignoring her calls, just sending a
text occasionally letting her know I'm fine.”
“It’s ridiculous that you hide our relationship from your family,” I
comment. “You must tell them the truth.”
“You’re right,” she exhales. “It’s time.” She nods and swipes the screen.
“I told them I was on some sort of art retreat with school, but now I’m going
to tell them everything.”
She taps the screen and connects an audio conversation with her sister.
“I married an alien,” Charlotte calmly announces.
“What?” a youthful-sounding female voice squeaks.
My female meets my gaze. “And I'm pregnant with his baby.”
I grin back at her.
“You did not. Would you stop with the lies? This isn’t funny. I know that
you’re not at some damn art retreat. The brewery just called me, looking for
you. Where have you been? I can't believe you'd be so irresponsible. I'm only
sixteen and I’m not the one disappearing for the last few days.”
“I’ve been busy falling in love with my new husband from another planet,
his species is Voltare and I guess I am now also a Voltare citizen and our
baby will be half-Voltare.”
“This is ridiculous. Cut it out. Mom’s surgery is soon. Do you
remember?”
“What surgery?” I question. “Is your mother ill? Why haven’t you told
me this important information?”
 “Sorry,” she whispers. “I just wasn’t ready…”
“Who is that guy you’re talking to?” her sister barks out.
“That’s my new husband, he’s listening in on our conversation.” She
shakes her head at me. “And of course I remember about mom. I put down
the extra deposit a few days ago for the hospital, right after I got paid for
auctioning off my virginity. I’ve been able to be gone because I know she’s
comfortable and just waiting and everything is set up.”
“Bitch, stop lying to me.” The teenager sputters. “You did not auction off
your virginity. Who is that guy? He’s some friend from school you talked
into doing this with you, isn’t he? Why are you pranking me? It’s mean.”
“Jules, you have to believe me. I’m not making any of this up, it’s real.
I’m married to a man named Taygar Tusk and he’s an alien from the planet
Voltare and I promise he’s a nice man and you’ll like him.”
“Bullshit. You did not just marry an alien. No way.”
Charlotte gives me a rueful smile. “She doesn't believe me.”
“Your mother is sick?”
She exhales. “Yes. We’re finally able to pay for her surgery, which is in
two weeks. I’m going with her. I promise I’ll tell you everything later.”
“Heh.” I cross my arms and widen my stance. “I recently uploaded
human physiology onto this med lab so I can use it to keep you and our
offspring healthy,” I point out. “And now that it has scanned you, you've
allowed the program to become even more efficient at human physiology.
Why don't we bring your mother to the med lab on this ship for a cure and
bring her back to full health?”
Her jaw drops open, “You can do that?”
“Yes, and it will also help the med lab to have a scan of a variety of
humans. She will actually be doing us a favor because the program will
continue to become more efficient at humans as well as Voltare.”
“When can we do this?”
I think about it and say, “Can I land this spaceship on your mother’s
property or will we need to bring her here?”
She smiles. “We can land on her property. She lives on ten acres.”
“Good, then we can leave right now.”
Charlotte claps her hands. “Did you hear that, Jules?”
“I don’t even know what you two are talking about,” she snorts. “I was
only half listening to your skit.”
“You’ll see. I'm coming home right now to pick up Mom. Make sure
you're all dressed. Make sure she's ready.”
“Why? What’s happening?”
“Get ready right now. You’re about to have company.”
And then my female ends the conversation and tosses down the phone
and rushes into my embrace, then she pulls me along behind her and back to
the cockpit. “Let’s go.”
I chuckle and follow along. I love seeing her this happy. I take the pilot
seat and put her in the copilot position and click her safety belts. “Later,” I
growl, “when we’re alone we’ll deal with the fact that you kept from me your
mother’s illness and was lying about me to your family.”
She bites her lip and nods in agreement.
I plot the coordinates and she lets a loud gasp and digs her fingers into the
armrests when we lift off over the mansion.
“Where does your family live?”
“My mother's farmhouse is in the countryside on the opposite side of
town from where we are staying. It has been in my family for generations and
used to be a huge working farm but over time the land around it was sold to
big agri farms, but we still have ten acres plenty of room for a spaceship to
land.”
“Good.” I program the coordinates and we jet across the landscape.
“Can anyone see us?”
“No, we’re cloaked during this entire trip. And when we land all that
anyone here can see is a lot of wind.”
In a very short time we cross the large nearby city and enter a patchwork
of farm land. I land in front of a tall white house that does indeed have a large
space in the front, perfect to land my spacecraft.
Three human females cluster at the front door holding up their hands,
their faces averted because of all the wind.
“Oh no,” Charlotte cries. “Oh no, they’re freaking out. I need to get to
them and explain.”
The ramp opens and my mate runs out first and I follow behind.
“Mom.” Charlotte runs up the steps of the house and hugs a frail older
female who has long colorless hair in the manner of my own female.
“Oh my god, you weren't playing,” a younger female, whom I assume is
her sister, shouts.
“No, we were not playing a trick on you,” I tell her. “I am not human.”
“You’re an alien,” the girl blurts out. “She’s really married to an alien.”
 “I am Voltare,” I correct, because in reality these beings are the aliens.
I hear a noise and look over and see an older female staring at me with
wide eyes. “He’s…he’s got…”
“Tusks.” I agree. “My name is Taygar Tusk, it is nice to meet you,
human.”
Charlotte turns back. “Taygar, this is my mother Lauren Bing and over
there is my aunt Rhonda Bing and that’s my sister Jules Bing.”
I nod in greeting.
“Auntie Rhonda, Mom, Jules, this is my new husband. His name is
Taygar and he’s from a species called the Voltare. I met him a few days ago
at…at an auction. I’ll tell you all about that later. But the main thing is that
we met and fell in love and now we’re married. I was gone this last week
because we were having a sort of honeymoon. And I guess I knew it would
be a big deal that I married an alien, so I was waiting to tell all of you until I
knew I was sure. But I’ve brought him to introduce to the three of you.”
I walk up the steps, wrap an arm around my female and pull her into my
side. All three members of Charlotte’s family gaze at us in wonder as I
announce, “I love this female and she is mine. And she carries my offspring.”
I look down and see that Charlotte’s cheeks are flushed. “Yeah, also, I'm
pregnant,” she agrees. “So you're gonna be a grandma.”
I smile big.
“Taygar is part of our family now,” she continues to explain. “He's not
just a boyfriend, he's my husband and the father of my children. And we've
moved in together and married according to Voltare traditions. And my last
name isn't Bing any longer, I’m now Charlotte Tusk.”
“Oh,” her mother exclaims. “Charlotte you’re going to be a mother.
That’s wonderful. I’m so happy for you…for the both of you.”
“Wow,” her sister says. “I’m going to be an aunt.”
“There’s more.”
“How can there be more?” her aunt exclaims. “I’m about ready to have a
heart attack over what you’ve told us so far.”
“We’ve got important news about Mom’s health.”
“What news?” her mother asks.
Charlotte looks nervous. “Do you trust me?” she questions.
“Of course.”
“I know that you are set up for that surgery and we’re leaving for
Germany in two weeks but would you be willing to try something new?”
 And right then I turn toward the ship, which is still cloaked, and hit the
remote and it uncloaks.
All three humans gasp in awe.
“We’re here right now because I learned today that Taygar has something
called a med lab inside of his spaceship. This is Voltare technology that is
learning how to work on humans too. I used it this morning to hear the baby’s
heartbeat for the first time. I’m able to do that already because the baby is
half-Voltare so I'm going to have this baby six months from now and it's
already bigger than a normal baby.”
“Ohh…” they all say at once.
“Because I am now living on Earth with my human mate,” I cut in and
explain further, “and I will be having half-human offspring, I have
downloaded human physiology into my med lab and I am training it to bring
health to humans, in the same manner these types of med labs bring health to
all of Voltare.”
“What he's trying to say,” Charlotte says, “is his computer-automated
med lab has a thousand times more advancement in health technology than
what we have here on Earth. And he has it now aligned so it can help
humans.”
They all stare between me and the ship in wonder and I can see that these
humans are finally grasping what my female is trying to tell them. “We are
here to use this health technology on Lauren Bing,” I say. “To bring her back
to health. The med lab can repair disease instantly and without pain.”
Charlotte’s mother stares at me with her mouth wide open.
“Yes, Mom…mom. Let's try it on you first,” Charlotte says, her voice full
of emotion.
“Me? No. There are other people we should help first who are much
worse off. Not me.” Tears well in her mother’s eyes.
Tears stream down my own female’s face. “No, you, Mom. You are
doing everyone else a favor by being the test subject to see if it works. Are
you willing to try? I already used it and it worked perfectly so I know it will
work on you too. I promise I wouldn’t have you try this if I didn’t think there
was a significant chance it would work, as well as no harm to you.”
“Yes, I accept. Let’s give it a try.” Lauren Bing carefully progresses
down the steps of the porch.
“May I carry you to the ship?” I question.
Lauren looks over and meets her daughter’s gaze.
 “It’s okay,” she answers. “Taygar has carried me lots of times. He’s
strong and gentle.”
The fragile female sets aside the contraption she was using to walk and
they drape the liquid bags that are plugged into her arms over her shoulders.
She gazes up at me with a brilliant smile and suddenly I see the similarity in
mother and daughter.
I lift her light form in my arms and carry my female’s mother up the ramp
and into the med lab on my ship. I carefully place her down on the nearest
med bed. The other females remove Lauren Bing’s equipment and they step
back.
“Ready?” I question the female.
She takes a deep breath. “Ready.”
Charlotte and the other humans line up along the wall.
I order the computer to begin an analysis of the human female. The wand
progresses over her body and the computer gives a detailed run down of her
disease and a health plan. I show the plan to the female so she fully
understands what will happen and that there will be no pain and I verify her
agreement. Then the translucent surgery shield covers the human and we all
watch in silence as the plan is implemented.
Soon the med bed beeps a green light and the shield retracts. I let go of
Charlotte’s hand as she races forward to check on her mother.
Lauren’s eyes blink open and she sits up and looks around at us and down
at herself in amazement. “I…I…feel fine,” she chokes. “It’s like nothing is
wrong and I was never sick. As if it never happened.”
“She’s healed,” my mate cries. “I can’t believe her disease is just…gone.”
“It’s a common illness that’s easily curable.”
“Not on Earth.”
“Mom, you…you look perfectly healthy.”
“All of you need to be analyzed by the med lab,” I declare to the other
two humans. “For preventive care as well as to assess and fix any other
conditions you may now have.”
The younger sister goes under the wand first and it lets her know of two
conditions that would cut her lifespan short in later years and they are fixed
immediately.
Next the aunt is told she has five different human conditions that sound
extremely serious. All fixed. She sits up and tears well in her eyes. “Oh my
god, I’ve got my life back. Thank you so much.”
 Suddenly all of Charlotte’s family are healthy and happy and they all
seem to like me very much and are energetic, wanting to make plans and
become active.
“Can I bring my family to the mansion for a visit?”
“Of course. It is your home too, you can invite whomever you want.”
I fly all of them back to the domicile I purchased for my future human
mate. That’s when I learn how close my female is to her family and I
discover I enjoy their company too. They find equipment in the vehicle bay
and we spend time playing some game they call badminton. Then we all go
for a walk in the woods.
Later we end up in the house with the females laughing in the kitchen and
human music playing loudly. Charlotte and her mother prepare dinner
together, the aunt and the younger sister watch some sort of human drama on
a large screen in the next room. I sit at the kitchen counter with my tablet in
my hand, wanting to again remain near my female.
“What a gift this health is,” Charlotte’s mother comments to me. “It’s like
magic. Thank you so much for doing this for my family.”
“You are welcome, but med labs are common in the rest of the universe.
The personal med lab I have in my spaceship is rarer. Not all beings can
afford to have them in their homes and ships. But there are free public med
labs in all main cities in most civilized planets.”
“We need this.”
“Our two planets are allies, but we have been very distant. Maybe it’s
time that we work together to share information and bring this life-saving
technology to your planet. It’s true that having only one of these on my own
ship, will not be enough. If I am to live here, I will need resources in case my
own med lab breaks down. Selling this technology to the human governments
will me a good partnership for Voltare as well as Earth.” And I pull up my
tablet again and start making plans.
Charlotte walks up and kisses my cheek. “I think that’s a great idea.”
“Do you have family?” Lauren Bing suddenly asks.
“My mother passed away when I was a child. But I have a father and a
brother and a larger extended family. My father is the head of the Voltare
Health Organization. He wanted me to walk in his footsteps, but I chose a
military route. I’m sure if I can contact him, he will be able to find a way to
make sure that the med labs can be appropriately disbursed on this planet so
they are available to all beings.”
 “Your father sounds like a good man,” Charlotte’s mother comments.
“He is,” I agree. “But I am unable to communicate with any beings on my
home world due to my banishment and I miss him.”
And then I notice that the aunt and sister have returned and are now
leaning on the counter. “Ooh, why are you banished? Tell us the whole
story.”
And so I tell them everything.

T HAT EVENING all three of our visitors are settled in the guest wing of the
mansion and I have my female alone in our bed.
“Why didn’t you tell me that your mother was in need of medical care?”
“I was on the auction block, in order to gain money so I could pay for my
mother’s surgery. I guess I couldn’t tell you because I was worried you
wouldn’t care for them like I did. They mean everything to me and if I’m
going to have a husband he needs to be close with my family too. I can’t be
with a man who is going to expect me to be with only him and his family and
hardly ever see my own. That won’t work. Plus, my mom’s health troubles
are a lot to take on. I just didn’t know if a regular human man could handle
all of that, let alone a man who is an entirely different species born and raised
on another planet. But on the other hand, I was falling in love with you so…”
I sit up straight. “You were on the auction block in order to save your
mother?”
“Yes.”
“I thought that was a typical human mating ritual and you were there too
to find a mate to give you offspring.”
“No…” She sits up and then throws a leg over my hips and now she’s on
top of me, offering me her perfect teats as a reward. “I was there because I
was still a virgin and I’d heard that virgin auction was a way to get a large
sum of money quick to pay for my mother’s surgery. It was legal and not
going to be a loan. I really thought that I was there for a one-night stand. I
thought you’d take me and then be done with me and I’d go back to my life.”
I place my hands on her naked hips and bury my nose in her neck. Then I
lick at her nipples. “I could never be done with you.”
“I was so clueless,” she moans. “I had no idea the auction house included
aliens. I knew there might be shifters but I’d heard they were rare. The girls
backstage kept assuring us there were only humans that night. I certainly
didn’t expect to meet someone of your…”
“Power and sexual potency?”
She laughs. “No, someone of your species.”
I press my erection against her.
“And I certainly didn’t think I was there to fall in love,” she admits.
“Oh female, I was there to fall in love with you, I am certain.” And then I
pull down my pants and surge up inside of her, finding my new home for life.
EPILOGUE
 TAYGAR

T hree months later…

There’s a sudden windstorm on my front lawn accompanied by
shouts of alarm from the crowds of humans. Our traditional human wedding
is happening today on the back lawn of the mansion. My female hired a
wedding planner and catering company and everything is happening
perfectly. What is this commotion?
I glance out the window and smile.
Minutes later there’s a persistent knock on the front door. “I’ll get it,” I
shout and stroll downstairs.
I open the front door and find a large, formidable Voltare male frowning
down at me. “Why are you living on this backwater planet?” my father
growls. “It took me forever to find you, not even your lawyers knew where
you’d relocated. I’m here to let you know I finally got that damned
banishment fixed and you can now return home. You weren’t even in the
known universe.”
“I went into mating heat during my banishment,” I explain.
His face pales. “What did you do?”
“I found a mate amongst the humans.”
“This species is breeding compatible with the Voltare?” he sniffs. “I’ve
seen a few of these uncivilized humans as they ran away from me, screaming.
Taygar, they don’t even have tusks or—”
“Who is this new visitor, Taygar?” my mate yells out happily. I look up
and see her coming down the stairs with her hair formally arranged on top of
her head. She’s barefoot and wearing a blue robe. There are other females
come down the stairs after her.
 “My father, Tyric Tusk, has just arrived from Voltare in time for our
wedding,” I announce.
My father stares numbly at all the females rushing forward. He steps
inside the house and I close the door behind him.
I pull Charlotte into my side and introduce him. “This is my mate,
Charlotte Tusk. I have claimed her and filled her with my seed in proper
Voltare customs and she is legally a Tusk. Today we are performing a legal
human mating ritual to satisfy the local customs and please my mate’s line
and friends.”
My father nods absently but his dark gaze is over my shoulder. I turn my
head and see him staring intently at Lauren Bing, Charlotte’s mother. And
she is staring back at him with her mouth open and her eyes bright.
Heh.
I invite my father to my wedding and he accepts. He ends up being placed
by the wedding planner into the actual ceremony and he leads my human
bride, dressed in a large piece of frothy white clothing, down the aisle and
brings her to me.
I stand with my female in front of the gathering and place a very large
diamond ring on her finger as a symbol of my commitment. We exchange
vows of love.
“I now declare you man and wife,” a prominent-looking human male
announces. “You may kiss the bride.”
I thoroughly kiss my beautiful female. Then I let go of her and happen to
catch a glimpse, out of the corner of my eye, of my father running off into the
woods with Charlotte’s mother in his arms.
Charlotte sees it too and giggles.
“My mother passed away when I was a child,” I whisper in her ear.
“Therefore my father is allowed to take a post-breeding mate. A female who
he will not breed, but who will be the only female who will cause him to
become enflamed.”
“Do you think he’s latching onto her scent?”
“Yes.”
“He’s going to love my mother as much as you love me?”
“Yes,” I agree, placing my claw on her swollen stomach. “As much as I
love you, and our future offspring.”
And then we walk back down the aisle together and into our future, to the
claps and whistles of the gathered crowd.
 THE END

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