Wrangled by the Alien Rancher (Cowboy Colony Mail-Order Brides, #2)

by Ursa Dax

“Oh. Honey. It’ll be alright,” Cherry said soothingly, pulling away from Silar’s side to take Magnolia’s arm in her own. “You can stay with us until the snow up there melts. Then we’ll figure out what to do next.” “Where will she sleep?” Silar asked his wife with a frown. Cherry scowled at him, no doubt feeling a little salty about his tone. I couldn’t blame her. I was feeling the same about his unwelcoming reply. “She can sleep in the bed with me and you can sleep in the kitchen if it comes to it!” Cherry said primly, drawing Magnolia protectively against her side. I didn’t know Cherry very well, but she was earning my respect real fucking fast.

“I’m marrying her, Warden,” I said tightly, not bothering to speak loudly or turn around. I knew he’d hear me. We Zabrians had excellent hearing. Shuldu take only one mate and they mate for life. When they find their match, they know. I saw Darcy. And I knew. From the moment she’d stepped out of that human craft, she’d been mine. And I was not about to let something as tiny and unimportant as the fact I’d once murdered a man get in the way.

I cast my wife – my wife! I have a wife! – a grateful look.

Hes so happy to have a wife lol its cute

Only once, in the doorway, did she turn to look back at me, making sure I’d followed. She didn’t know me very well yet. Because if she did, she never would have needed to turn around and check.

"I would follow you to the end" vibes

The man’s titties were bigger than mine!

we love man titties

Oh my God. I’m in love. “Hi, Sora! Hi, baby,” I found myself crooning in a high, sweet voice I hadn’t used since I was sixteen. “Oh, look at you,” I purred, getting down on my knees to dig my fingers into the thick fur at her neck. “You’re lovely. You’re such a good girl, aren’t you?” She gave a high bark of agreement. “Aw, I knew it,” I said, smiling bigger and brighter than I probably had in years. She barked again, then let her tongue hang out as she panted in excitement. Her smelly breath fanned over my face and a big, fat drop of dog drool landed with a messy splat on my left boot. Perfection. Absolutely flawless. I loved her.

knew that Magnolia and I saw his ears at the exact same time, because precisely one millisecond later, our gazes met, both of us with wide eyes that screamed the soundless cry of What the fuck? The man had the cutest fucking ears in existence. Silky-looking, rounded, and sticking straight up from his skull, they looked like something that belonged on a Terratribe II field mouse, not a seven-foot-something alien male. So cute! Magnolia mouthed to me from across the table. She did not tell a single fucking lie.

“I must have knelt on one of the broken pieces,” I explained, even though it was completely obvious what had happened. His white gaze drilled into my knee before snapping up to my face. “How do you feel?” he asked with an intensity that probably should have scared me. “Feverish? Light-headed? Weak from blood loss?” “Blood loss?” I blinked at him. “Are you serious?” “About my wife?” he replied without hesitation. “Always.”

Outgoing Tablet Communication Darcy Dubois: Real talk. Is Silar super nice? Because Fallon is super fucking nice and I don’t know what to do about it. Incoming Tablet Communication Cherry Dawson: Silar is the best, kindest man I’ve ever known. Outgoing Tablet Communication Darcy Dubois: OK… Hey, also, wtf is with the white glowing eyes? I keep meaning to ask Fallon and getting distracted by other stuff. It always happens when he’s looking at me. Incoming Tablet Communication Cherry Dawson: It happens when they feel strong emotions. Anger, surprise. Sexy, smushy feelings for their gorgeous human wife <3 Outgoing Tablet Communication Darcy Dubois: Oh God. Incoming Tablet Communication Cherry Dawson: Fallon luuuuurves you. He’s obsessed with you. He wants to get into your tight, human pants. Outgoing Tablet Communication Darcy Dubois: Please stop. Incoming Tablet Communication Cherry Dawson: Fallon and Darcy, sitting in a shuttle. Kissing and smooching and having a nice cuddle. Fallon is paper and Darcy is rock. Fallon wants her to touch his… Outgoing Tablet Communication Darcy Dubois: I’m turning my comms tablet off now. Outgoing Tablet Communication Darcy Dubois: …Thanks, Cherry.

This whole conversation is fucking brilliant XD

“There you are!” the mirage of my wife gasped. She shoved her hands onto her hips, her chest heaving rapidly as water poured down on her. “And there you are not,” I said, looming over her frowning form. “I know you are not standing before me because I know my wife would not have ventured out into weather this bad on her own. My clever, pretty Darcy, whose safety matters more to me than my own life, would not have taken such a risk.”

Ah. She was so lovely. Adorable with her pinchy little frown and her shyness. What had she called that human pet creature? The one she had called “cute” and “skittish?” A cat. My wife was like a cat. I wonder how you make a cat love you…

Lol they pick you babes and itd only you forever

“Let me see that,” she grumbled, grabbing my tail and holding the tip of it up to her face. She seemed to have forgotten all modesty now and did nothing to hide herself from me as she inspected my wound. I instantly resolved to burn myself more often. Next time, I would try to do it closer to my cock, so she might want to put her face there instead.

I could not remember the last time someone had cared enough to worry about me. I am so glad I have a wife. This is the best.

“Never put yourself in danger for me again,” I rasped, my throat feeling strangely constricted. “Storms. Rain. Darkness. None of it matters. None of it could keep me away. I’ll always come back to you, Darcy. Always.”

“Happiness does not begin to describe the way I feel,” he said in a voice that could have been strained with emotion but instead was very calm, clear, every word precise. Like he didn’t want me to miss or mistake a single syllable. “For the first time since I was a child, I look into my future and I see something worthwhile. I see something good.” He brushed his knuckles softly against my cheek. “And it’s you.”

“Thank you so much for taking me along. I’m Magnolia,” my wife’s friend said, drawing Garrek’s attention. His eyes went to her face and stayed there, growing whiter and whiter every moment, until it looked like two of the stars had fallen and had fused themselves to the man’s eye sockets. Interesting…

Oh no

“Hey, Killian,” Magnolia said in a conspiratorial sort of voice, as if her words were meant just for the boy on the shuldu. “I have some pretty cool things from Elora Station if you’d like to see them. Have you ever been to Elora Station? No? Well, come down and let me show you!” Killian’s white eyes were wary, but without saying a word his small body suddenly slithered into action, hooking his leg over his seat, sliding down the saddle, and landing in a half crouch. When he straightened, his head was nearly as high as Magnolia’s was. He was young, but Magnolia wasn’t tall for a human – at least, not tall compared to Darcy. “Would you like to hold my hand?” Magnolia asked. “It can be scary visiting a new house. But I’ll give you a tour, if you’d like. You have to promise me, though. No biting.” Garrek made a bitter sound. “Good luck,” he muttered, “getting him to agree to-” “I promise.” Garrek gaped as Killian slipped his green-blue hand into Magnolia’s brown one. The two of them headed towards the house, and Darcy and Sora followed. “How in the great dusty blazes did she do that?” Garrek snapped.

“You must really like my pink hair,” I said, my voice cracking unexpectedly, “to go to all this trouble.” “I think it is beautiful,” he murmured, stroking liquid down the lengths of my strands, “as is the rest of you. But I do this for your happiness, not my own gratification. I would not care if you had red hair, blue hair, or none at all.”

A KING

yanked open the door to the warden’s station and stormed in, not stopping until I’d reached Darcy’s side. My tail went ’round her waist. “I do not care who you are,” I told the pale-haired human woman before me. “I do not care if you are Darcy’s mother. I do not care if you’re the warden.” Somewhere behind me, I heard the warden sigh. But I ignored him, plunging onwards. “I do not care if you are the Emperor of Zabria himself! No one comes here and speaks to my wife that way. No. One.” “Fallon,” Darcy whispered. “It’s alright. I-” “It is not alright!” I thundered in response. “You are perfect, Darcy. Precious.” I faced her foul mother once more. “You say Darcy is not good enough? I say that you’re a fool.”

“I am staying with Fallon,” Darcy said. “So you can take that chance, and you know what you can do with it?” A sweet smile spread across my wife’s perfect face. “You can shove it right up your ass.”

“Yeah. Well. I wasn’t planning to tell you like this, but…” I swallowed, then linked my gaze with his. “I love you, Fallon. I love you more than I’ve ever loved another person. Ever. And I’m so sorry for everything. For what I didn’t tell you about my past. And for my mom coming. If she hadn’t come, we wouldn’t have been outside tonight.”

“You don’t make me unhappy,” I said between sniffs. “I don’t think I’d even recognize happiness without you at this point.”

“You know that is all I care about,” he said fiercely. “Keeping you happy. You did not want to be married? To be a wife? Well, maybe you do not have to be my wife, then. You could just be mine.” I laughed through my tears. It hurt so fucking good. “But that’s just the thing, Fallon,” I told him, blinking my soaked lashes. “I already am. Yours. Your wife, your love. Whatever you want me to be, I’m yours. Now,” I added with another shaky laugh. “Would you please show me what the hell to do with this suture kit? Because I did not throw myself in front of a genka and then drag my husband, whom I love dearly, all the way back here just for his wounds not to heal.” Fallon promised to do so. But not before he bent his head and kissed me.