End of Chapter 1

She slapped a glossy tentacle—it was sapphire to match the teal of his hair, had a sheen like petroleum and the velvety texture of baby skin—hissing at him with a jab of her finger against the paper. To that, he smiled.

Valentino was long limbed and cherubic, a gorgeous face of herculean sharpened features. He was carved planes of devilish sin and a goddamn Eros. He was part of the species that was usually featured in hentai, with too many phallic tentacles, a beautiful angelic form, an aphrodisiac oozing out of all his pores and the needs of an incubus.

He was Michelangelo's inspiration, da Vinci's muse, a picture of the renaissance, and 100% trouble.

She'd have long rejected this student in her tuition group if not for the credits. His parents were stinking rich, but she didn't care to ask why or how. Because her goal was something far more different than sucking up to a wealthy bastard just to slurp up the coin.

Her task? Push them hard enough and she'd have enough money for her own shot at university, not that Valentino cared judging from the way he seemed to continue toeing at her fake dick as if she felt anything. It wasn't his fault; she was good at folding a sock cock, it even had the ridges for him to fondle, and she'd used hot glue for veins.

"Val," she groaned, and he smiled at her, affixing a sultry grin on his face.

There was hope in his smug eyes, but his senses—so attuned to lust from his nature—must have caught on the lack of her sexual attraction to his being. He mentioned once that it ruined his day and crushed his soul.

She liked him destroyed.

"Hm?" And fuck his voice for being husky and warm like honey and milk just before bed.

"Write the essay."

He pouted, jutted out moistened red lips, stuck a tongue quite rudely at the corner of his mouth, lashes fanned across his cheeks. Christ. "I don't care about the meaning of happiness." His fingers, long nimble and sexy danced down the list. "Nor do I care about the political stance of the galaxy alliances."

"Do you think I care?" she rolled her eyes, then pulled out her own copy filled with researched examples and key points for a higher score. "Pen on the paper, now."

"You're such a boring person!" he wailed, toes moving up and down her fake privates, then turned to idiot number 1. She cursed low under her breath when his huge feet grazed her inner thighs, sending a dangerous shiver up her spine. "Who ignores me for essays?"

"Me. And toes off my goddamn cock!" she snapped, almost breaking her stylus, it screamed. "You're ruining its future."

He sat up straight then, blinked once as the others turned to look at her as if she'd grown extra heads. It was truth that not everyone would draw attention to themselves this way, not in a library with thousands of studying students, her potential future classmates. Their acquaintances.

And Valentino had been betting on that to keep her quiet, wanting to coax an orgasm out of her just to taste her lust in the air. But she wasn't going to give him that pleasure, in fact she can't with the fake prick. Valentino scowled, brows crinkling beautifully on an artistic face. The librarian, a robot with the ability to zap off heads wheezed by alerted by her voice.

But she glared hard enough at the rest of the aliens, and they turned unceremonially back to their studying.

"The exams are in a week, and I need you to pass. Your dads need you to pass. I don't care if you don't want to. Just do the work so that I can prove that you paid me good money for a reason." She pointed out. "Don't you want to beat your brother?"

Altair was his sore spot, and he gave her a look for that jab. They were unrelated, but their fathers had married each other. She'd heard of his stepbrother from an ex-student that had introduced her to Valentino. And she'd quickly learnt that meeting Altair was out of question. He was just as much a dick as Valentino was, if the never-ending list that featured his rejected Omega flings was accurate and true.

And she wasn't interested in making the acquaintance of another red flag in the vicinity.

"I'm not destroying your dick…I just want to give it a massage," Valentino pouted, then mumbled under his breath. "You talk about your cock like it's detachable."

"It is," she answered deciding to humour him. "I've got another 10 packed in my bag." His brow raised, amused. She didn't have 10 in her bag, but she had 2 and one wasn't a sock but expensive silicon that felt so real no one would be able to tell the difference unless they'd fucked a human before. As she said, aliens could be pretty stupid and self-obsessed.

"What species did you say you were again?"

"I didn't say anything, so shut up and get back to studying."

"But I don't want to, I'm tired. I'm exhausted. I can't think straight."

He groaned, writhing on the table, tentacles already reaching for her hands, and she swat them down. They were theoretically all his sex organs. She'd seen eros with theirs covered in cloth, but Valentino was a nudist by nature, and he enjoyed a good breeze flowing through them like a pervert. He perked up, eyes darting to her.

"How about—"

"No."

"You didn't listen to what I had to say!"

Rue sighed, then crooked a finger at him with a finger to lean closer. He did, crawling forward like a kitten perched on her table, alert and wanting, tails tucked behind him modestly. She smiled, rueful as she moved forward whispering in his ears. "One page and I'll listen."

"Anything?" he exhaled, and his tentacles took on a pink hue like salmon roasting quietly in the oven.

She made a face as he turned to look at her breath warm against the side of her cheek. Her traitorous heart did a tumble. "Why don't you give it a try?" It seemed to pacify him momentarily, because he bent down to do the work, scribbling on the paper. But pushed the piece seconds later, the words glitching heavily on the lines.

Happiness is sucking Rue's thick cock and feeling him cum down my throat, pulsing and sticky.

"Oh, fuck you!" she ran fingers through her hair, but inside she was sweating. "You've got a girlfriend Val, a rut partner! Practically a wife."

Jane was a sweet Omega, the kind all Alphas liked: baked cookies, pretty scent, huge tits, gold ringlets and baby doll eyes. And she wasn't a nudist, her tentacles were always completely covered in gossamer and silk. The absolute opposite of Valentino, which was weird because she thought he would have enjoyed ruining her.

Guess Jane just wasn't his thing because he'd been an utter bastard when she'd showed up once with a basket of her goodies. Rue had enjoyed the macadamia and white chocolate. That had been the best meal she had in a while, and the only sugar she could afford that week (it was free).

"She's your soulmate, man."

"She's not my soulmate, why does everyone say that?" He bristled, eyes darkening into angry turquoise. "Just because I said 'fuck' to her when we first met, and she said 'fuck' to me doesn't make her my goddamn mate! My tattoos and her tattoos forgive me Aphrodite, they are a joke."

"That's the whole point of first words dude," she whistled nudging her head towards the cursive print on his neck in gold. "You find someone who's tattooed with a first word that corresponds with yours, and it's your girl. So go fuck her if you're horny. You already spend ruts with her so why not casual sex?"

He went quiet, staring at her intensely when he spoke. "You said 'fuck' to me too when you first saw me, are you sure you don't have my words hidden on your body?" He perked up, his expression blossoming into one of deep longing. "Maybe it's in your ass crack, I can look if you want?"

"To be very specific," Rue told him, voice dipping into a whisper. "I said 'fuuuuck," she allowed her voice to drop into a moan and she watched with rapt satisfaction as Valentino's cheeks dusted with a pretty dash of bright solid pink. But she sneered. "His dicks can move and are hanging out of his pants. What a goddamn disgusting creep," she scoffed, tapped him on the shoulder, "come back again when you have that on your neck. I want to see the full sentence."

He scowled then grinned, his eyes meandering to her lips. "Doesn't mean we can't try. I'm really good, I promise. I always make my partners cum."

"You have a girlfriend."

He rolled his eyes and muttered low under his breath an eros curse. "But I don't have a boyfriend." She shrugged, jerked a thumb towards the corner behind her. He was always there 24/7 a stalker that she was sure was either here to listen in on free tuition or was after someone's ass.

"Get Hal, he's madly in love with you."

She didn't have to look to know that the bunny alien was right there, thumping away over hundreds of books, quietly watching them from beneath huge round spectacles. He was an adorable little guy, an artemis, with a nose that twitched, and a body buried under a sweater so huge it swallowed him whole.

His face was always half buried within his clothes, and partially shielded by soft fluffy hair. And all she knew of him were his eyes—sweet, gorgeous chocolates that oozed with innocence and purity, trembling and glossy like tapioca balls in brown sugar milk tea. He was small and Rue loved small things, she would always protect Halcyon for that.

(The truth was, he was the same height as Rue.)

"He's not in love with me, how many times do I have to tell you that?" Valentino rolled his eyes, caressing his dicks. They twitched and rolled, radiating iridescent. "Halcyon's trying to milk one of my tails."

She laughed, then choked because it was a little too high and girly for a man. "Didn't know you were a cow." She cleared her throat, tugging at the collar of her shirt. "Sounds like he wants you to cum, isn't that great?"

"He wants my aphrodisiac so that he can spike your drink."

"Ha, ha. Very funny, no. He likes you. He's here when you're here, and it's as if your oily fluids work on me." She made a face, he'd let lose that sticky crap all over her face once just because he wanted to test his theories, and she'd almost turned his tentacles into sausages for lunch that day. "Because they don't so rest assured, even if he's after me I'll be fine."

"That's what I've been trying to tell you, you're immune to me, it doesn't make any sense—"

"Val," she turned to give him a look knowing he'd use every excuse to allow him a feel of her, "I live in a whore house. How about you come over and try scrubbing cum out of the walls huh? Bet you'll think twice when it drips into your eyes and mouth." She snorted at his fantasies, standing to leave. "Alright boys, pay up. Class is over because of this dick."

"What did I do?" Valentino asked, giving her puppy dog eyes with his stinking blue eyes. They shimmered, dropping a few shades with his sadness. But she already had her wallet out, virtual key revealed so that her students could send over the cash.

"Sexually harassed me." She turned to idiot number 1, "Great job today dude. Read your work, I'm sure it's a solid C."

"Only a C?" The alien looked like he might cry, his only eye wobbling in the jelly of his transparent flesh.

"Meh, they'll be easier on you in the real thing. Just memorise your dates and try to sound a little less unsure about yourself." She shrugged. "50 facts per topic would be good. Solid examples, not the irrelevant points you gave me today. I'll draw up a study plan for you tonight for the last leg."

"Thanks Rue," he revealed teeth. She said that because he really did, his coating pulling free to show the molars and the incisors. Rue looked away with a wince, patting idiot number 2 on the back and he squawked, feathers fluttering.

"You too I've seen much better quality from you, not like someone I know," she side-eyed Valentino, "who spent all morning toeing my dick, now I've got to refold it."

Valentino didn't seem to notice the truth in her words because his expression grew pinched. "Look Rue, Omegas? Females? They're not my thing. All whiney and begging for cock when they're in heat. All they're good for is sucking cock and laying around waiting for cum. They cook and they clean, and they serve us because that's all they're good at. They're not only boring, but they're also fucking stupid."

"The stupid one is you," she murmured under her breath, rolling her eyes at his chauvinistic comment. What a dumbass.

"What did you say?"

"I said, your mom must love you."

His brows twitched. "I don't have a mom."

"Makes sense."

"Rue—"

"Val, study hard," she let loose a long sigh, "Do your best and don't disappoint your family, that's all we want from you. Okay?" She beamed, sent him a smile so bright it must light up his future. "Make me goddamn proud."

"Yeah but—"

"And, if you really want to follow me to the bathroom." She jerked her head towards the launch pad that would send her hurtling straight to the lavatory ship. "Just so you can have a feel of me again, I'd suggest you follow me home tonight."

"Really?" His eyes glowed, mono-lidded almonds with sets of startling blue— lips pulling into a beautiful smile. "You'd—"

"We've got a couple of packages that you can choose from. But I'll throw in Love at a discount, he's a male omega and got a thing for tentacles so you might enjoy him." She pulled a face. "Eros love him, so he's got a waiting list, but for you, I'd clear it all up, yeah? Just use my name as a discount code, should work."

His expression fell and he kicked the marbles that lined the floor. The beads rattling with the stab of his boot. "I'm not…"

"Yeah?" She smiled. "Good talk then, goodbye."He stopped her before she could leave and Rue resisted the urge to roll her eyes, allowing him a couple more minutes purely because he was her client, and his face was godly eye candy.

"When will I see you again?" Valentino whined, tentacles tugging at her sleeve before she could leave, moist lips trembling, blue hair fluttering in his eyes. Rue had the strangest urge to brush it away, and she held herself, begging her emotions to stay quiet and sane.

Rue was savage, and she was pretty sure that this was the last time she'd be seeing the young nudist Alpha, especially one that was too determined to get into her pants. It just wouldn't work between them, with his hatred for women and her need to stay hidden and protected under her Alpha character. Even if he were the prettiest men she'd ever met, he would be just deadweight in the grand scheme of things.

Alphas didn't mean shit to her, even rich mysterious ones, and Rue was determined for it to continue this way.

"Never," she answered brutally, then turned and exited the education station before he could stop her. She blocked his number a week later once her pay cheque had safely entered her virtual wallet, and the universe exams began.

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