Stay on the space station and die, or become the attractive alien captain’s fake wife? Not a hard choice.
Holland
If I don’t get off this station, they’ll kill me. My only hope is The Rose, a ship about to embark on a seven-year mission into unknown space.
When Captain Havaford catches me sneaking onboard, he doesn’t call the authorities. Instead, he offers something scandalous. Stay on the space station (where I’ll die), or agree to be the hot Luxaain’s wife. All I have to do is let him jerk off with me in the room—dirty, but not exactly a burden when he looks like a forbidden fruit I want to lick.
Rook
Every soul on The Rose reports to me and I won’t take advantage of my position. Which means I can't screw anyone for seven years. I thought I’d be fine, but the closer we get to launch, the more uncertain I am. Luxaain urges aren’t easy to control. We’re a promiscuous species by nature.
When an opportunity appears in the form of a tempting, mischievous stowaway, I offer her a deal.
I’ll let her stay in exchange for helping with a few Luxaain cravings my anatomy won't let me take care of myself. I won't force her to sleep with me, but if she wants to get laid, I'll be more than happy to oblige.
If you love sizzling banter, spicy romantic chemistry, and aliens with interesting anatomy , you'll love this fast-paced, short read.
Tropes:
Fake marriage
Propositioning
Alpha male
Good consent
Running from the space mafia
Holland
If I don’t get off this station, they’ll kill me. My only hope is The Rose, a ship about to embark on a seven-year mission into unknown space.
When Captain Havaford catches me sneaking onboard, he doesn’t call the authorities. Instead, he offers something scandalous. Stay on the space station (where I’ll die), or agree to be the hot Luxaain’s wife. All I have to do is let him jerk off with me in the room—dirty, but not exactly a burden when he looks like a forbidden fruit I want to lick.
Rook
Every soul on The Rose reports to me and I won’t take advantage of my position. Which means I can't screw anyone for seven years. I thought I’d be fine, but the closer we get to launch, the more uncertain I am. Luxaain urges aren’t easy to control. We’re a promiscuous species by nature.
When an opportunity appears in the form of a tempting, mischievous stowaway, I offer her a deal.
I’ll let her stay in exchange for helping with a few Luxaain cravings my anatomy won't let me take care of myself. I won't force her to sleep with me, but if she wants to get laid, I'll be more than happy to oblige.
If you love sizzling banter, spicy romantic chemistry, and aliens with interesting anatomy , you'll love this fast-paced, short read.
Tropes:
Fake marriage
Propositioning
Alpha male
Good consent
Running from the space mafia
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