Oh No, I Shot A Spaceship And Kissed An Alien Cyberchef (At The Alien Hotel #3)

Chapter 13

NELAN

I stare at the tiny human standing in the middle of my kitchen. My sanctuary, the very heart of our home, has been turned upside down in the wake of the General’s troops. Pots and pans are strewn across the floor, and food is scattered across the counter tops.

I grin as I spin and take in the chaos.

Beside me, Laura looks somewhat distraught at the destruction. But it’s all superficial. A bit of scrubbing and it’ll clean right up.

“Honestly, Laura,” I tell her, trying to keep a straight face, “if you’re going to make such a mess every single time you cook, I’m really going to have to teach you how to use the NutriSynth.”

“What?” She gasps, turning upon me. Her hands go to her hips, the way they always do when she’s frustrated with me. Hips that I held not that long ago as I pounded deep inside of her.

“I did not do this!” She exclaims. “If anything, this is your fault! ”

“Mine?” I huff, biting my lip so as not to show my smile. “I’m all precision and neatness. You are the chaotic one.”

“Oh, I’m not falling for that,” Laura huffs, stepping further into the room. “How are we going to get this cleaned up in time for breakfast?”

“I’ll have you know the NutriSynth can make an entirely nutritiously balanced meal in mere moments,” I say, waving my arms to encompass the kitchen disaster zone. “It’s far easier than dealing with all... this.”

“Only if you like the taste of blandness,” Laura replies, her nose wrinkling in disgust.

We’ve had this exact same conversation many times. It’s practically the hallmark of our relationship. Laura drives me insane with her insistence on doing everything by hand, but I’ll always be standing behind her ready to assist—or duck, depending on what she throws at me next. I’m certain to rile her up whenever I suggest the easy route of pre-processed foods, even if I am right each and every time. I do it just to see her stand up for herself, to tell me exactly what she wants.

“I actually like sweet things,” I say as I grin. Just as I had hoped, her cheeks start to turn bright red.

She truly is sweet, and I’ll never tire of telling her. I love the taste of her on my tongue… and more importantly, I love how she truly cares about the people around her. She has a hard time admitting it, but her actions show the depth of her emotions. Who else would willingly wake up before dawn to cook food for others the hard way? Who else would spend all day trying—and failing—to learn how to use the NutriSynth.

“You know,” I say as I walk steadily towards her. “I think I’m craving something sweet right now.”

Laura’ s eyes widen.

“Again?” She breathes. “Wasn’t this morning enough for you?”

“I’ll never tire of you,” I tell her, caging her in with my arms. I lean in and run my lips across her jaw lightly, tilting my head away when she leans in for a kiss. Because if anything, I love how riled up she gets when she wants something. How demanding.

Now that I know her past, I especially love how she feels brave enough to state what she wants.

“Even when I’m bossy?” She asks, glaring.

“Especially when you’re bossy,” I tell her.

“What if I go too far? What if I need… punishment?” Her words are spoken in a whisper, as if she’s mentioning something forbidden.

I lean back to look into her eyes, to study her expression. My mood becomes somber as I reply. “I’ll never hurt you, Laura. I promise.”

“I know,” she says softly.

The chuckle rumbles up through me as I witness the slight stiffness of her lips as she smiles at me. My little mate… “Of course, sometimes I might be compelled to punish you… if you’re naughty enough.”

Laura licks her lips and my gaze narrows in on that little tongue. She’s done some delightful things with that tongue.

With one quick move, she reaches out and pushes something off the counter top.

“Oh no,” she states dramatically. “I just broke that… that…”

We both glance down at the piece of fruit on the floor, and how it rolls across the floor rather undramatically.

“You know what, I don’t even care what that’s called,” she states .

“Hmm, me neither,” I agree. “All that matters is that you’re punished for being so, so naughty.”

Laura giggles as I lift her up and place her on the counter top. My hands slide under the hem of her skirt, sliding it up until I reveal…

“You aren’t wearing your under things,” I remark, staring at her exposed pussy. Already I can see glistening curls, damp with her excitement.

“I really am naughty.” Laura gives me a conspiratorial grin. “Besides, I thought you might like to snack on something sweet in between meal rushes.”

I spread her legs, my tail curling around her ankle to hold her open to me. The sight before me is more appetizing than any meal I’ve ever prepared.

“Wait,” she gasps, fingers curling around my horns as I kneel before her. “The door!”

“Then you’ll just have to be quiet,” I whisper to her.

Her face flares, but she bites down hard on her lip with her blunt little teeth. A lip I’ll have to kiss later, if only to make sure she hasn’t injured herself in her attempt at silence.

I lean in close, hiding my smile. I sent a message asking Sutek to put a lock on the door last night after Laura had fallen asleep in my arms. No more dramas happening in my kitchen. Every time someone walks through that damn door, something is going on.

My tongue slides through her folds, capturing her essence. Sweetness. I’ll never tire of it.

Especially when Laura makes such pleased noises. Her gasps, her little moans that she tries to hide, fuel my desperation on. My fingers spear into her, rubbing against sensitive nerves as she squirms.

She clutches my horns, tugging me to the very spot that makes her toes curl. For once, I freely give in to her demands. I can feel the tension building inside of her. She’s so close.

My lips clamp over that tight little bud, and I suck.

Her scream slips from her lips as her hips buck violently, nearly throwing her off the countertop. I grip her tightly, holding her in place, as I drink my fill.

And when it becomes too much for her, when her hands weakly push against me, I kiss her thighs gently.

My cockas throbs, demanding attention, but I already knew it wouldn’t get seen to right here and now.

“Just as expected, a knock sounds at the door. Laura literally jumps. Before I can even catch her, she’s standing on the floor, hastily tugging her skirt back into place. Her face flushes scarlet as she smooths the fabric.

“It’s locked,” I laugh, pulling her close as she hides her red face against my chest.

“Could have told me before,” she mutters, playfully shoving me.

“Where’s the fun in that?” I ask, releasing the door lock and hastily making sure we’re both presentable.

“Coffee, please,” the first female says as she enters. A chorus of pleases and thank you’s follow as the crowd enters. I grin at them as Laura busies herself at the NutriSynth. For once, she doesn’t seem intent on destroying it as she prods and pokes at the interface.

Eyebrows raise as steaming liquid dribbles from the machine into the waiting cup.

Laura very slowly, stiff as a board, turns to us all.

“Did you see that?” She whispers. “I did it! I bloody well did it! I made coffee!”

Her friends cheer, a couple of them rushing to wrap her up in a hug .

I just shake my head and lean against the counter, observing her happiness and how she excitedly exclaims how she’s finally mastered the NutriSynth. Little does she know the capabilities of that machine, if you are taught by a professional that is. I look forward to every moment of teaching her, especially “punishing” her when she undoubtedly gets distracted. I thoroughly expect her to rebel and insist we cook food the traditional way. Perhaps I am just as stubborn as her since I’ll never admit it, but working on a project together, even one as simple as assisting in cutting fruits and vegetables, is immensely pleasing.

As long as she’s with me, I can face anything. Even if she turns my sanctuary of order and precision into a primitive war zone. As long as at the end of the day, she turns to me, no doubt with flour smudging her cheeks, and smiles.

“Hey, Nelan!” Laura calls. “Are you going to get over here and help me make these cinnamon buns?”

I push off the counter and saunter over to her side. Late last night she prepped these ingredients, insisting she wanted a special treat for breakfast. Now she’s got it spread out before her on the counter top, ready to cook.

“Cover the whole thing with sugar and this spice,” she tells me, her tone brooking no argument. She’s every bit as bossy as she fears, and I love each moment of it.

I smile and reach for my own portion of the dough, copying her movements and coating the dough with a layer of sweetness. Not as sweet as my Laura, but she’s my own special treat. One that occasionally tries to burn down the kitchen, but a treat nonetheless.

After everything that’s happened the last few days, I never expected to end up back in the kitchen, cooking alongside Laura. I’m lucky to be alive. I’m even luckier to have my mate by my side. I once tried to provide for her by chasing her away, but this is better—I get to spend my every moment with her.

It’s still hard to believe that Zoreth got arrested for the crime I was accused of. The detective is currently keeping an eye on him until the Galactic Federation can pick him up and see to a thorough interrogation and fair trial. Not that he needs much of a trial; the male literally kept a couple extra vials of the poison in his quarters. He got caught, quite literally red-handed. Combined with his confession and attacking Laura… He’s not going to get away lightly. If at all.

I look down at my metal hand. I don’t feel guilt for the male. He attacked my mate. He’s lucky that Rist and the General got to him before he hurt her… I wouldn’t stop at poison to protect Laura, even if she thinks I’m too caring to hurt someone. She is mine to protect, and I’ll go all lengths necessary to do so.

The one good thing about this chaos is the med bay made quick work of identifying the extra vials of poison and provided an antidote. The General is well on the way to recovery. And as far as I am concerned, no longer in my debt. He stepped in harm’s way to protect my mate’s life. For him, I’ll happily cook Gral’thok Shu’vari every day until he’s fat and sick of it.

“Then you just wrap the cinnamon bun up,” Laura explains, demonstrating as she rolls the bread upon itself. “Then you cook it up. Done. Easy, isn’t it?”

“You’re wrapping everything up like this?” I ask, eyeing the neat little roll she’s created. It seems so simple. I look at the spot of flour that dots her nose, contrasting with the chaos around us. “So how do you manage to make such a mess? Is there a secret ‘explode’ setting on the oven I don’t know about?”

Laura sticks her tongue out at me, a gesture I find both childish and endearing. “Cooking is an art, Nelan. Sometimes you have to break a few eggs. Just have fun for once in your life.”

I chuckle, shaking my head. There’s this feeling in the air. This feeling—it’s not just uncertainty, it’s the calm before a storm. Whatever comes next, it’ll shatter the quiet like thunder... I guess I’ll just have to wait to find out what the future holds. I couldn’t be happier, even surrounded by what looks like the aftermath of a food fight between rival planetary systems. I had no idea how my life would change the day I arrived here, but then again, no one ever knows what each day will bring at the alien hotel.

THE END

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