Swipe Right for Husband: A SciFi Alien RomCom (Vandalar Concubines Book 4) Read online

  Swipe Right for Husband

  V. K. Ludwig

  Ink Heart Publishing

  Contents

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  1. Odrin

  2. Odrin

  3. Shizuka

  4. Shizuka

  5. Odrin

  6. Shizuka

  7. Odrin

  8. Shizuka

  9. Shizuka

  10. Odrin

  11. Shizuka

  12. Odrin

  13. Shizuka

  14. Shizuka

  15. Odrin

  16. Odrin

  17. Shizuka

  18. Odrin

  19. Shizuka

  20. Odrin

  She's too much risk to be alive, but too precious to be killed.

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  Copyright © 2020 by V. K. Ludwig

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  Publisher: Ink Heart Publishing

  Cover Art: Sylvia Frost

  Editing: Tami Stark

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  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, events, locations, or any other element is entirely coincidental.

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  Warning: This book contains explicit sexual content.

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  One

  Odrin

  I hurry along the brightly lit hallway of DreamCloud headquarters on Earth: a planet that swarms with orgasm-deprived females, many who spend their leisure time reading alien porn.

  A glance at my wrist com.

  My stomach hollows.

  Running late for the introductory meeting with your new boss is bad. What’s worse? That I veking rely on this job, otherwise I can kiss my work visa goodbye.

  I push into a faster pace.

  I can still make it.

  Fingers wrap around my horn.

  A high-pitched giggle and a yank later, I stumble into the supply room. Small hands push me against shelves lined with copy paper, boxes of holo charts, and swipescreens before they roam my chest.

  “Why didn’t you call me?” A female blinks up at me. Green eyes. Maybe. Hard to tell, because her face immediately buries itself in the crook of my neck, and a whisper feathers hot over my earlobe. “I can’t stop thinking about that twirling thing you did to me. Show me again!”

  I stare down at the blonde.

  Oh… I’ve seen those earrings before.

  What’s her name again?

  Veronica? Valerie?

  Back home, I would scar her name onto my forehead, and probably across my ballsack for good measure. On Earth, I can open my own estate.

  It’s true.

  When I first arrived, I came across a magazine that stated forty percent of women would like a sexual encounter with a horned species. Thirty percent prefer tails. Another thirty dream of fangs.

  I have all three.

  I’m no mathematician but, after four months on Earth, I can say with absolute certainty that one hundred percent of females I meet want to vek me. This one included.

  I grab her wrist, stopping curious fingers a hand-width away from stroking my cock through the thick denim of my jeans. “Veronica, I told you—”

  “Isabel.”

  “Right, Isabel.” But which one? Accounting or customer service? “Look, the new floor manager called in a meeting to introduce himself, and I’m running late. I really have to—”

  “Why are you avoiding me?” The tip of her tongue trails along the side of my neck. “We had such a great time together. Let me come to your place tonight.”

  “Isabel, we talked about this.” Not that I remember the precise conversation, but I’m honest and straightforward with all females. “As amazing as you are…” Probably. Maybe. “You’re not for me.”

  Her head tips sideways, ponytail bunching against her shoulder. “How would you know? We only went out once.”

  “Males of my kind sense when we meet the right female.” Or so history claims. “What are you doing here anyway? This isn’t your floor.”

  She wraps a hand around my neck, pulling herself onto her toes, lips hovering dangerously close to mine. “I sneaked away when they went over the dream pod inventory.”

  Accounting then. “You really shouldn’t be here.”

  Her shoulders slouch, hand slipping off my neck. “There isn’t such a thing as the urge to bite, right?” Her voice carries a sharp edge. “You’re just saying that to get rid of me.”

  My stomach hardens. “Of course, there is.”

  But is there?

  I started questioning the premise a month into my residency on this planet. All that talk about a female taunting me to chase her like prey? Rousing an urge to bite her? Claim her as mine? Four months later, and I’m ready to say it’s a myth — a mistranslation of centuries-old scrolls.

  If anything, the women on this planet chase me. Prey running straight at the predator — where’s the fun in that?

  Shelves poking into my back, tits pushing against my chest, I wiggle myself out and usher Isabelle out of the storage room. “Look, let’s talk about this another time, hmm? You know I can’t lose this job.”

  No matter how her posture stiffens, I don’t waste another second and fall into a sprint. My sneakers squeak when I skid to a stop at the frosted glass door. Behind it, dark figures already sit at the table.

  I’m late. Fantastic.

  A hesitant knock and I step inside, all eyes immediately going to me. Guess staring at the guy who’s late is normal — especially if said guy bumps his gray horns on a doorframe not built with the Vandalar male in mind, and almost stumbles over his own tail.

  “Sorry for the delay,” I say and hurry over to the empty chair next to Xander. “There was a, um…” Clingy human female in the supply room asking me for a fingerfuck. “Programming issue with a custom dream order.”

  I sit and take in the room, the awkward silence standing in stark contrast to the scent of freshly brewed coffee and glazed donuts. Dream designers from the engineer office, marketing assistants, client liaisons… everyone is assembled.

  Including my new boss.

  Not to introduce himself.

  To introduce herself.

  All tension slips off my muscles. For a moment there, I think I’m screwed. Good thing she has a vagina. The laws of math are so fundamental, so intergalactic, chances are she isn’t thinking about firing but fucking me.

  She has to be with the way she stares me down.

  Arched brows frame elegantly slanted eyes, irises such a dark brown I can’t make out her pupils. Probably fully dilated in a wave of immeasurable arousal upon my entry. Yeah, that has to be it.

  Her narrow lips move, the dark red contrasting so nicely with her long hair, straight like mine but black where mine is almost white. It’s oddly… mesmerizing. She’s saying something. What is she saying?

  Underneath the table, Xander kicks his knee against mine before he straightens in his chair. “I’m sure Odrin has a per
fectly reasonable answer to your question”

  Question? What question?

  The she-boss crosses both arms in front of her white blouse, not a wrinkle in the fabric. “I asked if it’s common practice for you to engineer custom dream orders inside a supply room?”

  My lungs falter to a halt. Well… shit.

  Her narrow eyes tighten further.

  Not with lust but with… loathing?

  The moment I find my frayed vocal cords and give a pitiful cough, she activates several holograms in front of her with a sigh. “Please turn your attention to the folder in front of you. Now that corporate chose me as the new head of the floor, I’ve prepared several reports…”

  Her voice fades into the background as Xander leans into me with a whisper. “Sorry, she and I walked by the supply room on our way to the meeting.”

  “Could have warned me.”

  “Her name is Shizuka Kahale,” he says with a grin. “So… the girl from accounting, hmm? Pulled your alien card on her, didn’t you? You’re such a lucky fucker, Odrin.”

  “Lucky my ass. Four months, and I still didn’t have the urge to—”

  “Bite.” Xander groans quietly, and rakes a hand over short, brown hair. “Why are you so obsessed with having one woman if you can clearly have them all?”

  “Why are you so obsessed with having them all if you can’t even please one?”

  He lifts a brow at me. “Quit acting as if your cock vibrates.”

  “A vibrating cock is a simple accomplishment with a strong set of well-developed hamstrings and—”

  When Shizuka clears her throat, the rest of the sentence wilts away on my tongue, turning bitter. She didn’t hear that, did she?

  I lift my eyes.

  I glance over.

  They lock with hers.

  Something cold strikes at my core, sizzling through every vein, freezing me into place. Yeah, she totally heard that. Damn this female and her immunity to my charm. She doesn’t stare at my horns, or steal glances at my tail either.

  When she shakes her head and continues talking about sales reports, I lean into Xander. “Gods, this woman hates me.”

  “What did you expect? That she’d slip underneath the table after the meeting to suck your cock?”

  Actually, yeah. “Something like that.”

  Guess that’s not happening. This female is the enemy of universal math facts. The odd one out. The one who defies the results of a scientific study. Or perhaps the magazine exaggerated?

  Okay, change of plans.

  Be professional.

  Prove stone-cold bitch boss I’m an asset to the company. How hard can it be? I’ve been engineering dreams even before Earth had the hardware to implement them.

  I open my holograms. I listen intently.

  Until something slithers up and down my leg.

  I jerk in my seat.

  Across the table, Ruth from marketing winks at me. I immediately fold my legs underneath my chair, ignoring how she drags her tongue over her lower lip.

  Didn’t I tell her weeks ago that females on my floor are off limits?

  I shake my head at her, mouthing, “Stop it.”

  She winks again. Of course, mathematical facts stand solid with the wrong female, who plays footsie with me underneath a glass table, leaving no doubt Shizuka totally—

  Yep, she saw that too.

  I can tell, because she folds her arms in front of her chest once more, exotic eyes flicking back and forth between me and Ruth. Ultimately, they land on me. Again. And stay there, dark and unrelenting.

  Slender fingers brush her shiny hair back from her shoulder. “Odrin, I would like to speak with you after this meeting.”

  Xander suppresses a chuckle and vibrates in his chair, whispering, “Now would be a good time to find that female of yours. Get yourself a wife before this one gets your work visa voided.”

  For the rest of the meeting I stay silent, eyes downcast, all limbs tucked close to my body. Three sun cycles of studying how to gain the attention of females, now I can’t turn that shit off. That’s not something I anticipated.

  When the meeting room empties and everyone hurries back to their offices, I slowly rise and walk to the head of the table. I take the chair beside Shizuka, spine straight, horns tall, tail lazily swaying from the edge. All desired attributes on display… just in case.

  I suck in a breath. “I get the situation with the supply room made me look—”

  “Unprofessional?” She leans back into her black leather chair, folding one slender leg over the other.

  I’m tempted to say irresistible, but I have a feeling that won’t improve my situation. “I seem to exude a strong gravitational force when it comes to Earth women.”

  Gods, she is sexy, her thighs and hips so perfectly cocooned in a gray skirt. She wiggles dark red shoes from her toes, the way she slips her heel in and out of it bringing an inappropriate warmth to my neck.

  She eyes me up and down. “What exactly qualifies you?”

  That warmth spreads, encapsulating my body, heating me to such a degree I sense the veins swell underneath my clothes. Oh, I’d love to show her all my qualifications. Since I’m walking a tight rope here, I list them instead.

  “Well, um, I sat through some of the coursework on Earth women. I’m familiar with the clitoris and its stimulation, and of course I’ve studied all penetration angles. Sometimes I experiment with them, you know… find additional ways to please a female.” When her lips slowly part, mute, I explain. “But I believe what truly appeals to Earth females is the fact that I’m an alien. A fascination with the unknown, perhaps?”

  Why is she lifting a brow again?

  Her lips pout for a moment before she says, “Thank you for elaborating on that, but I was referring to your professional qualifications.”

  I choke on my inhale.

  Oh. Ooohhh…

  Of course, she did. What by the heat of Heliar made me think she’s inquiring about my skills as a saikh? Where the vek did that come from?

  Throat narrowing, I grind the words out before it ties up completely. “I’ve engineered dreams on my home planet for seven solar cycles. Five of them for the largest manufacturer of dream pods in all the galaxies.”

  “Mh-hmmm…” Holding my gaze, her fingers blindly roam a stack of folders on the table, and she doesn’t look away until her thumb slides along the paper edge. “Odrin, this department suffered an eleven percent decrease in sales over the last year, and I blame behavior such as yours for it. Unprofessional. Inefficient.”

  Now I lift a brow at her. “You’re blaming me for the decrease of sales over the course of a year, while I’ve only been with the company for four months?”

  “From what I’ve seen this morning, I fear you’re a contributing factor.” She rises, grabs the stack of files from the table, and heads toward the door. “I won’t tolerate it.”

  Panic flutters through my ribcage, and I hurry behind her. “What is that supposed to mean?”

  “It means I will take a very close look at your file and consider how essential you are to this team.”

  That… doesn’t sound good at all. “I am highly qualified.”

  “No matter how qualified you are, I won’t have someone on my team who is going against corporate suggestion when it comes to sexual relationships with coworkers.”

  “It’s a suggestion, not a policy.”

  “It causes distraction at the workplace we can’t afford.”

  Red heels blazing along the corridors, she picks up speed. So do I, fangs gnashing I grind them so hard. Who is she to come in here and ruin this entire gig for me? I am professional. Kind of. I never approached any female on our floor. That has to account for something, right?

  “Can we please discuss this further?”

  “There’s nothing else to discuss,” she says, and is she walking even faster now? “Stop chasing behind me.”

  “I’m not chasing.”

  But I am, legs c
harged with an electric current fizzling up and down my muscles, roots of my teeth growing their own heartbeat. Until she rounds the corner, disappearing into an office where she slams the door in my face.

  Gods, is this it?

  Is she the female I want?

  That is awful!

  Four months. It took me four months to develop the urge to bite… the woman who wants to ruin my life? What kind of crap is that?

  Xander leans with his shoulder against the wall, one foot propped behind the other, mug in his hand. “Not sure how you feel about our new boss, but I think she’s a bitch.”

  I shake my head and walk away. “Call her that again, and the two of us will have a problem.”

  Nobody insults my wife.

  Two

  Odrin

  I slouch on a red couch, nursing my whiskey, the bass of the music throbbing my eardrums. “What if your sister was wrong and Shizuka isn’t here?”

  Xander leans against the glass partition separating our private lounge from the worst chaos of the club. “Nah, my sister knows her best friend Edith who works on the third floor. They’re celebrating her promotion tonight. Said they’ll be here.”

  He better be right. “Remember your lines.”

  “As long as you stick to your end of this deal and teach me that special angle.” He grabs a handful of nuts from a bowl resting on the table. “So, how does this work exactly? You bite her and… bam, you’re married?”

  “Uh-huh.” Much faster than all that wedding spectacle humans make such a fuss about. “But first, I need to get close enough. Maybe lure her into a quiet corner? Do you think she’ll scream?”