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

by Ursa Dax

Faint rustling told me clothing was being removed, and I did not like the way my heart momentarily seemed to stop beating at that thought. That would be just my luck, I supposed. To get so far out here, close to three days’ ride from the warden’s, and die in this inky snarl of woods, leaving Killian and Magnolia and the animals to fend for themselves.

Dude has a feeling for the first time in ages and thinks he’s having a heart attack 🤣

She made the act of pissing sound pretty. How was that even possible? I’d let her urinate on me if she wanted to. I jerked as if slapped by the foulness of that sudden and unwelcome thought.

I tried to ignore the fact that I was now rather pathetically envious of Killian, disappointed that Magnolia had not also referred to me as sweetened piss.

What in the great, dusty blazes had my life turned into? My brain was melting into a perverse sort of soup, and now I was arguing not only with a child, but with a shuldu who could not even speak.

I wondered if we’d even recognize each other, or ourselves, when she was gone. Who were we becoming with her? Who would we be without her?

“There. Warm enough?” Killian wiggled in a way that seem to wordlessly suggest that he was, indeed, warm enough. “Good!” Magnolia crooned, as surely as if he’d spoken aloud. Killian’s eyes shone with adoration as he stared at her face. It truly was a testament to how much he worshipped and trusted her that he did not take off running through the trees when Magnolia produced what appeared to be a comb from her bag.