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The big alien was still standing in the doorway of the kitchen area, even though he’d motioned me in to have a seat at the tall, circular table in the center of the room. He looked uncomfortable, shifting from foot to foot but a determined look came over his face and he repeated himself.

“I said, would you let me heal you? Your face, I mean.” He made a motion to his own face with one hand, as though to illustrate his point.

“Um…sure, I guess,” I said, wondering if he had some special quick-healing alien medicine. If so, why he hadn’t offered up to that point? “But…how?”

“Well…” He shifted again and cleared his throat. “This might sound weird to you, but most males of the Twelve Sentient Peoples have evolved to be able to heal their mates, uh, orally.”

“What?” I still didn’t understand him. “I’m sorry, I don’t get it.”

He sighed and came to sit beside me.

“We have healing agents in our saliva and other bodily fluids,” he explained. “We’re able to heal our mate’s cuts and abrasions.”

“By licking them?” I asked blankly. “Is that what you’re trying to say? You want to
lick
my
face?”

His expression went hard.

“Never mind. I know it must sound fuckin’ weird to you since your people can’t do it. Forget I offered.”

“No—wait.” He had started to get up but I put a hand out to stop him, my fingertips lightly brushing his muscular arm. Again I felt the strange, electrical tingle between us and wondered what it meant.

“Yeah?” He raised an eyebrow at me.

“Tell me more,” I said softly. “I mean, you said your people can heal their mates. But, um, you and I are definitely
not
mates. I mean, we just met. So how could you—?”

“You feel that tingle when we touch?” he asked, his deep voice slightly hoarse.

“I did. I was just wondering what it was.”

“It tells me two things.” Grav held up two long fingers. “One, that you’re a
La-ti-zal—
a female gifted with extraordinary powers by the Ancient Ones—like I already told you.”

“Right,” I said, though I didn’t feel especially gifted and thought he might be mistaken about that. “And what else does it, the uh, tingle, tell you?”

“That we’re sexually compatible.” Grav held up his hands in a don’t shoot gesture. “Which doesn’t mean I’m gonna try anything because I’m not. I’m not that kind of male.”

“I believe you,” I said quietly, and I did. For all his huge size and immense strength, I got the distinct feeling that he wouldn’t hurt me. “So then what…” I cleared my throat, feeling my cheeks get hot. “What does it mean that we’re, uh, sexually compatible?”

“Means my body would treat you as a potential mate and make healing compounds for you if you let me heal you,” he said gruffly. “That’s all.”

“So…you’re asking if you can heal me before you send me back to Earth?”

He nodded. “It’s true what I said in the fresher—that you’ll heal in time. But it’s gonna be a long and painful process. I can heal you almost immediately
and
painlessly. Plus, I don’t want that bastard to have the satisfaction of seeing what he did to you when we confront him.” His face grew dark and a low growl rose in his throat—clearly he was remembering the way Gerald had beaten me.

I took a moment to consider. Did I want to let this big alien get that close? Close enough to “heal” me?”

You’ve already been that close,
a little voice in my brain reminded me.
He held you naked in the sonic shower—remember?

Yes, but that had been different. Grav had been holding me because I would have fallen otherwise—and also because I was freaking out. He’d clearly just wanted to calm me down. Now with all this talk about us being “sexually compatible” the idea of getting close to him again, close enough to let him actually
lick
me seemed both embarrassing and intriguing at the same time.

“Do it,” I heard myself saying, the words coming out of my mouth before my mind had completely decided. Why had I said it? For whatever reason, it was too late to take it back now. “Do it,” I said again. “I…I want you to. Please.”

“With pleasure,” Grav rumbled.

Leaning forward, he cupped my cheek between his big hands with surprising delicacy. And before I knew it, I found myself staring into those strange, alien eyes.

I meant to shut my own eyes—the same way you do before someone kisses you. It’s just too awkward, too
intimate
to look at someone you don’t really know that closely. But somehow I found I couldn’t look away. As strange and frightening as Grav’s eyes looked from a distance, up close they were absolutely gorgeous.

I know that sounds strange but it’s true. The black that surrounded his irises wasn’t just black—now I could see that it had a kind of rainbow sheen to it—the same way you see rainbows on a puddle that has oil in it. And the white irises were a deep, snowy hue with just the very faintest tinge of pale, pale blue, almost like a Husky’s.

“Oh…” I whispered, unable to help myself. “Your eyes…”

“Yeah, I know they’re not what you’re used to.” He sounded roughly apologetic.

“No…they’re
beautiful.”
I meant it. Grav had labeled himself “ugly” and it was true that his features were rough—in fact, I thought his face looked a little like some careless sculptor had carved it out of granite and not bothered to finish it up. But his eyes…they changed everything.

“Yours are pretty fuckin’ amazing too,” he murmured, a small smile playing around the corner of his mouth. “Never seen anything like ‘em. Brown eyes—who would’ve ever thought?”

“They’re very common on Earth,” I told him. “In fact, I think brown is the most common color there.”

“Bet it doesn’t look half as good as anyone else on your planet, though,” he murmured.

I could feel my face getting hot at the intense way he was looking at me.

“Thank you.”

“Well…” He stroked my cheek gently. “Guess I should stop talkin’ and start healin’.”

“Oh, uh…” I became suddenly aware that we had been sitting there, lost in each other’s eyes for well over a minute.

What’s wrong with me?
I asked myself.
I just met him—not only that, I’m a married woman!

Not a
happily
married woman, obviously, but still… I’m Baptist. Not just regular Baptist either—
Southern
Baptist which means Hellfire and brimstone and plenty of guilt to go around. I didn’t judge the people around me by the way I had been raised but the memories were still there. It was
myself
I judged by those beliefs and the idea of not cheating on your spouse, no matter what, was a deeply held one.

“I’ll just…let you get on with it,” I told Grav, closing my eyes firmly.

“Mm-kay,” he rumbled. “Just hold still—shouldn’t take long.”

He started at the cut above my eyebrow—I wasn’t exactly sure how that had happened. Maybe from Gerald’s wedding ring? He was left handed, so that was how he punched.

Thinking of that made me sad. I’d never dreamed the day I slipped it on his finger that my husband would use the ring I’d given him to hurt me. That he’d—

Then Grav’s warm tongue connected with my skin, driving every other thought out of my mind.

Despite the fact that his breath was warm, the healing tingle I felt running through my torn flesh was cool—refreshing somehow. His breath smelled faintly of spearmint, although I don’t know how that was even possible—spearmint and some exotic, alien spice I couldn’t name.

But it wasn’t the closeness of his big body to mine or the delicious scent of his breath or even the cooling tingle of his tongue healing me that bothered me.

It was the fact that when he started licking me, I started tingling in, shall we say,
other
places. Other places that had never tingled before.

The tips of my nipples got hard under the thin white schoolgirl blouse and then I started feeling tender and pleasurably irritated between my thighs. What was going on? What was happening to me?

What is this?
I asked myself.
I’ve never felt this way before!
I knew I should probably ask the big alien to stop but somehow I couldn’t. It felt too good, even if it was a strange sensation.

As Grav finished with the cut above my eyebrow and started on the bruise on my cheekbone, the sensation intensified until I had to press my thighs together tightly and stifle a moan.

And then he started on my lip.

Tender and swollen, it was cut from where Gerald had punched me. I winced back at first from even the lightest brush of the big alien’s tongue. But then the healing tingle began and with it, the tingling between my legs intensified until I could barely stand it.

Grav seemed to feel it too. He growled softly and then sucked my bottom lip gently into his mouth, laving it teasingly with his hot, wet tongue. The action seemed to send me into overdrive. Before I knew it, I was reaching for him.

And then I was no longer sitting passively, letting him heal me—I was in his arms, kissing him. I felt his tongue in my mouth and welcomed it, enjoying the delicious taste of him which was hot and sweet and slightly minty.

I wanted to put my hands in his hair but it was too short to really thread my fingers through. Instead my seeking fingers found his horns—those curling, black ram’s horns that had seemed so strange and alien when I first saw him without his disguise. Wait—that had been less than two hours ago.

What are you doing?
screamed a little voice in the back of my head.
You just met this guy! And you’re married! What are you doing
kissing
him and petting his horns! Oh my God, you’re kissing a guy with horns! What is
wrong
with you???

Somewhere inside I had to acknowledge that everything the little voice said was true. What I was doing wasn’t right—wasn’t even safe or sane. Yet I couldn’t seem to help myself—when Grav healed me, the cool tingle that ran through me seemed to change into another tingle—a much hotter one that I couldn’t deny. It made me want to be closer to him—much,
much
closer. In that moment, I didn’t care about anything. When the big alien kissed me, I felt a passion stirring inside me I’d never felt before—not with Gerald or any man I’d ever been with.

This must be what they’re talking about!
I thought, thinking of all the romance books I’d ever read.
This must be the feeling everyone gets so worked up about—that makes people do crazy, stupid, irresponsible things and fall head-over-heals in love.

You see, I’d never had that feeling—that physical passion—ever before.

I know it sounds strange to admit—I had trouble admitting it to myself—but I’d never been sexually aroused before that moment, not really.

Oh, I’d felt a pale kind of desire when Gerald and I were first together, which is probably the main reason I had stayed with him. That feeling had faded quickly, however until, even when we made love, I felt almost nothing. Gerald’s hands and mouth on me—when he bothered to try and get me aroused—felt like someone touching me with thick gloves on. My body simply didn’t react to him—or to any man.

Well, it was sure as hell reacting now. And even though I knew it was wrong, I didn’t want it to stop. Didn’t want the elusive, amazing feeling I’d been reading about, watching on TV and the movies, and hearing everyone talk about for years to disappear. I continued to kiss Grav, completely in his arms now with my hands stroking his horns which seemed to have grown somehow.

Amazing!
was all I could think.
Amazing—it’s true! I thought all those stupid movies and books were lying but they weren’t. It’s all
true!

I didn’t know why my body had never reacted to the touch of a man before. At first I had considered that I might be a lesbian, but my body didn’t react with desire when I was near women either, even pretty ones. Then I thought maybe I might be asexual, as I had read some people were. That seemed the most likely explanation although I was too ashamed to admit it, even to my best friends Zoe and Charlotte. I had gone for years pretending I was normal—to myself, my friends, my husband…and now, for the first time, I didn’t have to pretend anymore.

I finally
felt
it. Felt the passion.

I felt passion when Grav touched me—when he kissed me. I felt more than passion—I felt like I was ready to
explode.

More,
was all I could think.
I want more…
more!

To my surprise and disappointment, the big alien was the one who ended the kiss. He pulled away from me and when he did, I thought I saw a spark of red, down deep in his bottomless white-on-black eyes.

“Sorry,” he growled, his deep voice coming out rough and hoarse. “I, uh…I don’t know how…why I fuckin’ did that.”

“Why did you stop?” I demanded. My body was aching—throbbing with a need I had never felt before. I knew I sounded pushy and demanding but I didn’t care. I just didn’t want that feeling to end!

“My…” He coughed and cleared his throat. “My horns. You were, uh, pulling on them. They’re uh,
sensitive.
”

I looked at his horns—I had been right earlier, they
definitely
seemed to have grown. Then he shifted in his seat and my eyes flicked down to his crotch. There was a long, hard ridge that ran down the inside of his tight, black leather trousers. Oh, so his horns weren’t the
only
thing that had gotten bigger.

What’s
wrong
with you?
whispered that reproving little voice in my head.
Look what you did!
But it wasn’t so much what I had done that upset me—it was what I had
wanted
to do. What I
still
wanted to do if I was honest with myself.

What would it feel like,
I wondered.
What would it feel like to make love with someone besides Gerald? Someone you actually
felt
something for—who made your body react when he touched you?

For a moment I pictured it—being with Grav, his huge muscular body poised above mine, entering me slowly as I pressed up to meet him, begging for more…