Possessed by the Alien King (Fated Mates of the Varool #1)

by Krista Luna

Father and I had made a horrible mistake, and it was up to me to put it right. I owed it to the rest of humanity. And I even owed it to the Varool.

Shock jolted through me anew as my zural heart began to beat for the first time in my life. The secondary organ offered the additional circulatory support needed to maintain the hurvon, the larger mating erection.

“Well. That’s all taken care of,” the admiral said, standing and rubbing her hands together. “King Storr, I’d like to invite you and all of your people to a celebration. We’ve arranged a party in the main atrium.” They expected me to celebrate this mockery of a mating? “No. No party.” I shoved to my feet, anger tightening my muscles. “We consummate now.”

My nostrils flared. Her agitated state made her scent billow outward. My zural heart thudded to life, stirring my hurvon. I had to claim her. Now.

I stepped close and clasped her shoulder with one hand, using the other to control my shaft. Deep-orange liquid, the marking precum made only this once, beaded on the tip. I pressed it to her lower stomach, and the touch of her skin sent a hot jolt of pleasure searing through me. I took a couple of deep breaths to regain control and wrote my claiming glyph.

“You are mine,” he growled. “My mate.”

“Not the first time I had sex, but the first with the full size and sensitivity of my hurvon.” His voice dropped to a deep rumble. “The first with my fated mate.” Holy shit! The heat he put into those last words made me tingle.

There are times when leading a life of responsibility seems to kill all of life’s joy. This was one of them.

She is my mate, the one other person in the universe allowed to wield it. Yet the image of her turning and plunging its length into my heart lingered, haunting my steps.

The smell of my mate’s arousal tempted me, and I could no longer resist the urge to feast.

“What is this?” I whispered, looking up at him. “It is my zural heart.” His deep voice rumbled even when he spoke softly, and his hand covered mine. “It beats only for you, my mate.”

“I would like for you to promise me one thing. No more lies.” “No more lies,” I said, pouring my whole being into the words. “I promise.” “I trust you.” I offered him a trembling smile, his words cutting me to the core. Then I had to look away. I didn’t deserve his trust. A strong hand tipped my chin up until I met his eyes. “I trust you because I love you.”