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Slowly I shook my head. Slowly his lips curved up.
"I don't think… I want to go back to Earth." I admitted.
"Good, its settled then." He was about to turn to continue our walk back to our quarters.
"Wait." I stopped him by his lapel. "What is settled?"
Languidly the right side of his mouth lifted, a little fold appeared between his lips and cheek, an arrogant line that arched his eyebrow up, "That you're mine."
I remembered something that happened while we had sex a few days ago and heat rose into my cheeks. MINE, he had growled. Yours, I had said.
"And what does that exactly mean, I am yours?" I wanted to know.
"Can we continue this conversation in our quarters?" He demanded.
I shook my head.
His arm snaked around my waist. "It means that you are mine to protect."
My heartrate picked up a notch.
"You are mine to nourish," he pulled me flush against his chest.
A flutter moved through my stomach.
"Mine to satisfy," his lips brushed against my ear and temple.
My knees weakened when I remembered just how well he could do that.
"Mine to provide for," his breath stroked my face.
My clit was beginning to pulse. His voice was so deep, it reverberated inside my soul.
"Mine to make happy," his lips were only inches from mine.
"Mine to fill with my younglings." His mouth claimed mine and a wave of dizziness overcame me as I clung to him.
I was sure I must have died and gone to heaven. Had there ever been a better man? I didn't think I could have made one up if somebody had given me a pen and paper and told me to write down what I wanted from a man.
When he let go of me, I was breathless and stared at him openmouthed.
The arrogant sneer around his mouth deepened, damn him, but he knew exactly what he was doing to me. "Does that meet your criteria for a mate?"
Mate?
Dimly I nodded.
"Good, its settled then." He nodded.
I shook myself, "Wait, did you just ask me to marry you?"
I didn't think it would have been possible for his sneer to deepen, but it did. "I offered to marry you as you call it, vra."
"Did you now?" I couldn't help but retort. He made it easy to flirt with him and call him out at the same time.
One of his arms was still slung around my waist, with the hand of the other, he pushed some stray strands out of my face, "Cinna, if I remember correctly you were given to me as a gift. You are already mine."
"But you are offering to marry me out of the goodness of your heart, because my plight tugs at your heart strings?"
"Exactly," he nodded, and his irises darkened.
"Hmm," I arched my back from him to cross my arms over my chest, tilted my head and worked my lips back and forward as if I were in deep thought. "Let me think about your generous offer."
His hand caressed my back, causing my heart to do some weird little dances.
"How do human males offer marriage?" he asked in a deep voice.
How did human males do what? My mind was having a hard time concentrating when his hand was drawing circles across my back and his lips were close enough to kiss. Not to mention his deep voice. Damn this man, he got under my skin and the infuriating thing was he knew it damn well too.
Oh right, proposing, my mind finally put his words into a question that made sense to me.
Excerpt from Conquering the Alien Lord Protector
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Excerpt from Tribute to the Alien Warlord
All the while I stretched to get the rearing horse under control, I reached for the trailing reins while evading the front legs kicking at me. One barely missed my shoulder with its sharpened hoof.
From out of nowhere the beautiful kallini I tried to save reappeared, with her hands bound behind her back, she threw herself sideways at the stallions' flank, "Samju, stop!"
I stepped back, realizing the horse was trying to protect her from me.
The stallion's ears were still pinned down and he snorted aggressively at me, but at least his legs were on the ground now, while the kallini snuggled her shoulder into his.
"You are a good boy, aren't you? Such a good boy." She soothed the snorting animal.
The chaos was completed by the handlers rushing forward, gripping the flailing reins, shouting at the horse.
Betram, moving astonishingly quick for such a heavy man, also reached us. His hand gripped the kallini's arm in an iron grip, raising my anger.
"You stupid bitch, now what have you done?" He pulled her forward, lifted his other hand to strike her. With a shout of fury I intercepted it.
"Do not touch her," I snarled into his face, bending his wrist.
"Argh," he groaned, letting go off the kallini and bending sideways as I held his hand in an iron grip, "please, I meant no disrespect."
"She's mine, do not dare touch her!" I roared, "She's my tribute." I added because the vehemence with which my first sentence came out startled even me. I barely stopped my other hand from forming a fist and slamming it into his face.
"As you wish," Bertram managed a small bow, while still bent at an awkward angle from me holding his wrist.
I shook my hand free and he stumbled to the side, rubbing his hand.
"Take the horses to the stables," I ordered, searching for the kallini, who stood frozen to the side, staring after the horses as they were led from sight.
Blood rushed into my loins, she was a sight to behold. Her breasts heaved beautifully, straining against the tight material of her chest binding, sweat glistened on her nearly naked body, making her rosy skin shine.
I assessed a narrow waist, small enough for my hands to encircle and allowed my eyes to roam generously curved hips and long, long legs. If one of our gods would have asked me how I envisioned my perfect kallini, I would have described her.
One lonely tear rolled down a high cheekbone, where it hung suspended for a moment, before it fell down to her naked shoulder. Which was when I realized her near nakedness was not only for me to see.
With narrowed eyes I turned and dismayed realized every warriors' eye was on her.
An unknown sense of proprietary overcame me and an urge to slay every single male in here daring to stare at her.
With barely contained rage I moved over to her, while taking my fur coat off my shoulders, before I flung it around hers. She hadn't heard me approach and startled, too caught up in staring after the horses.
Unsettling green gold eyes rose up to mine, rosy lips parted in a silent, startled cry, which she held in, but her open mouth and the glimpse I stole of her tongue, hardened my cock, because all I could think of were those lips wrapped around it.
Excerpt from Fated to the Vissigroth
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To protect her Vissigroth Thalia lies to the entire court about having been with another man. Now her enraged husband chases after her, surely set to kill his unfaithful mate…
What had I done?
Soon, we reached the large gates leading out of Bantahar. The guards were just about to close them for the night, but at my approach, they halted. They gave me strange looks, but since I was dressed like a high-born lady and riding a nicta, they didn't dare question me. Moments later, I was on the other side.
Not caring where we went, I let the nicta have its way as it trotted in the opposite direction Darryck had taken when we left Bantahar for The Icelands.
I didn't feel the first chills of the night, either because I was getting used to the cold from my new home, or because my blood flowed hot through my veins as thoughts of repercussions for my hasty actions began to torture me.
Leanders didn't believe in corporal punishment, executions were rare. Most offenders were branded and exiled to die alone out in the wilds. But it wasn't unheard of for a male to kill his adulterous mate, especially when they were high born. Honor flowed through the veins of the nobles; they took it in with their mother's milk.
The sky was filling with clouds ready to shed their nightly snow or rain. I wasn't sure which it would be tonight; I couldn't have said if it was too cold for rain or not. But the rising moon provided some light as the nicta faithfully carried me on.
After a while, the inner side of my thighs were burning from the constant chafing against the saddle, and I realized this was what Darryck had protected me from when we rode with me on his lap.
That realization made more tears sting my eyes. Thinking about what was and what could have been hurt so much, it was hard for me to breathe. A deep ache sat inside my chest, as if I had swallowed a heavy, sharp rock. And from there it spread through my stomach, heart, and lungs. Choked my throat so I had to swallow my sobs down.
I didn't know how much time had passed when I heard the sound of a fast-approaching nicta. I didn't turn. I knew it was Darryck.
My husband was coming after me. Surely to avenge his honor on his unfaithful mate.
Tears froze on my cheeks, but I didn't notice. The cold inside me was so much colder than anything Fraysa could produce on her Fourteen Planets. I shivered from imagining how betrayed Darryck must have felt upon his return. How hurt he must have been, and I prayed he would never find out the truth. Because if he truly did kill me, he would never forgive himself if he ever found out.
It didn't take long until strong hands encircled my waist, and hard muscled arms pulled me out of the saddle onto a warm lap. A sob escaped me when I leaned against his familiar chest. I prayed my end would come swiftly.
Excerpt from The High Commander’s Mate
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His cock tasted delicious. I sucked dick before, but I always made a point of not swallowing any of that salty, gross cum. This, however? My eyes almost rolled back into my skull as I licked his pre-cum. It tasted like cinnamon and honey, and I was so ready to taste all of him.
But suddenly, his hands grabbed me underneath my armpits, and he pulled me up. His expression was almost angry. Oh my, did alien girls not go down on their males? Was this a no-no?
"Don't ever kneel in front of me again, or anybody," he growled.
My eyebrows arched up, really?
Before I could follow up with a question, his mouth claimed mine, and any word or thought left me as his tongue possessively invaded me. Oh God, this alien could kiss. I felt myself already getting wet, just from kissing.
"By Ramos, woman," he cursed and gently pushed me from him. Quickly he tucked his dick back into his pants, and I smirked as I watched his cock wiggle in protest.
"Truly, I only wanted to invite you to dinner and ask you something else."
I pretended nonchalance, tried to hide my hard breathing and the soreness of my nipples as I crossed my arms over my chest. The two little knobs protested their neglect and made their unhappiness known by throbbing against my arms.
"Yes?" His almost sheepish demeanor, so contrary to his usual arrogance, intrigued me.
"Earlier, I noticed your scars embarrassed you."
Wow, I had no clue we would go in this direction. My eyes narrowed slightly; my defenses immediately ramped up to DEFCON four.
"I wanted you to know, they don't bother me at all. They are your badges of honor—a testament to your perseverance. They signify that you've been through hadex and survived."
I tilted my head and let go of the 'my scars didn't bother him' remark for a second. But only because his other argument resonated with me. I had never thought of them as badges of honor before. For me, they were a reminder of my greatest shame, of pain, blood, and tears. But the way he worded it, I felt almost pride rise inside of me, pride for still being alive despite what had been done to me.
"We have facilities here, doctors," he brushed his hand through his long, black hair, a sexy gesture that unfortunately was lost on me right this second. "I can have those scars taken care of for you if you wish."
I blinked a few times to keep my rising tears at bay. For months I had wanted nothing more than to have those scars gone. "A second ago, I would have kissed you for this offer," I said, surprised by my own emotions. "But what you just said about badges of honor? I never thought about them this way."
"You don't have to decide right now. This can be done anytime. I just wanted you to know that there are options. And that they don't bother me. You don't have to hide anything from me, ever. You are the most beautiful female I have ever met. Inside and out."
"Thank you," I said and meant it from the bottom of my heart.
I pushed away from the wall I was leaning against and stretched on my tiptoes to give him a chaste kiss on the mouth.
The smug line around his mouth was back. "You are welcome."
He accompanied me back to my cabin, where a second chaste kiss turned into something way hotter, but to my dismay, he declined an invitation to come in.
"I will come get you at six," he promised.
"You are not sending the Colonel on your errand runs any longer?" I teased.
The dimple on his right cheek flashed as he lifted his nostril in what was becoming his Draxor arrogant trademark look to me. "Only on errands I don't enjoy."
I watched him swagger down the hallway towards the elevator, cape billowing, and couldn't help the flutter in my heart. This male aroused unknown emotions in me, emotions that surpassed lust by a mile.