Resisting the Alien Rider (Cowboy Colony Mail-Order Brides, #3)

by Ursa Dax

She made the act of pissing sound pretty. How was that even possible? I’d let her urinate on me if she wanted to.

“Sweet pee,” I echoed in confused confirmation. “As in urine?” That could not possibly be correct. Killian’s tail flicked about behind him. His mouth shaped itself into a defensive pout, like an upside-down shuldu shoe. “That’s right. She said it is a human term of endearment.” A human term of endearment? Based on bodily waste?

“He does love her!” Killian sprang up from his crouch in the corner, clawing spit-dampened hair away from his mouth. “He was an idiot and said no to the bride program. But then he met her and he loves her now. And she loves us, too! At least, she loves me,” he said stubbornly. “She told me that I could have her shit in a bottle.” “Ship in a bottle, Killian,” I groaned.

He pressed his face into my chest and stayed that way for a long, long time. When he finally did pull away, the room seemed darker than it should have been. Astounded, I suddenly realized why. Killian’s eyes were not bright white. For the very first time, I got to see their true colour, something inside him finally soothed enough to let it show. His eyes were a deep, rich brown. The precise shade that the brown parts of Magnolia’s eyes took on when the sun hit them. The central veins gleamed with clear and vivid gold.