Wanted by the Alien Warden (Cowboy Colony Mail-Order Brides, #4)

by Ursa Dax

“I would also do that!” Dorn said quickly. “After feeding her.” “I thought you said we couldn’t steal each other’s ideas?” Xennet hissed. “This is not stealing,” Dorn scoffed. “This is merely… resource sharing.” “Brainstorming?” I suggested. “There are no storms in my brain,” Xennet exclaimed, looking rather offended. “I assure you that my brain is very calm! Very normal!” Yes… Clearly…

“Is she upset to be in the bush?” Dorn asked. “If she is upset,” Xennet said, “then I would feed her! I would bring her a very nice snack in the bush!” “Let’s all just assume she doesn’t want to be in the bush,” I groaned. “She’s stuck.”

“Hopefully, none of your potential wives would find themselves in such an outlandish situation.” “It can happen,” Tenn grumbled from behind me. “Yes, Tenn. That-” “To even the most impressive and competent of women.”

The rest of the morning continued in much the same fashion. I asked the men questions, and they gave me their best – if often unorthodox – answers, all while Tenn did his utmost to derail things with his embarrassingly specific scenarios. Such as, “What would you do if your wife came here with no clothes?” and “How would you protect your wife if she was constantly putting herself at risk of breaking her own butt?”

“And now, for the first time,” he interrupted viciously, “I finally understand. I understand what it’s like to care for someone so deeply that you’d go to the mines for her. I understand what it’s like to know, in the deepest parts of yourself, that you would kill another man simply because he’d laid his hands upon her.” “Her…” “You, Tasha!” he thundered. “I mean you.”

“I am saying that I would do anything to earn your trust back. Starting with telling you my very last secret. The only other thing I’ve hid.” Oh, God. What else? What else could possibly be so bad he hadn’t told me so far? What else could be worse than murder? “I love you.”

“I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone or anything,” he went on, raw agony slicing through his gaze. “I’d give up my badge for you. I’d go to the mines for you. I’d turn myself into a worse criminal than any of my men for you.” “Tenn…” “I want to keep you.”

Asking these questions was also a pointless exercise. Because I already knew the answer. I was doing this – the trudging, the travelling – because, against all my better judgment, I wanted a human bride. There. I’d admitted it.

“I am Zohro, son of one of the greatest Zabrian surgeons in living memory. Get the blazes out of my way.”

He said only two more words before he slipped back into unconsciousness. “Marry me.” He went limp against the table.

She clutched my tail against her stomach. Her hands felt so warm. So real. “You also asked me to marry you.”

Now that, I did not remember. “Well, you didn’t actually ask. You kind of ordered me to. It was very you.” She chuckled, her gaze softening. “Very warden-esque. That was the moment I knew you’d be alright.”

Sonic freight? That must have cost a fortune!” “Well, I’m saving quite a bit now that I’ve given up my lease on Elora Station. So it all balances out. Besides.” Something sparkled in her eyes. Mischief. Or maybe wickedness. “I’m sure my husband’s got some credits to help get me through.”

“You love me?” “I do.” “And you’ll marry me?” “I will.” Glorious elation. Like pure sunlight in my veins. Like Tasha’s hair in my hands.

I broke from the kiss, looking right into her face, making sure she saw me, making sure she knew, as I ground my hard cock upwards against her backside. “Holy…” she breathed. “That nano-medicine has really helped with the blood flow.”

“Again?” I breathed. We’d already had sex this afternoon. I’d only just washed up and changed. “Again,” he groaned. “Want you so bad. It’s never enough.”

“Can’t wait to do this,” Tenn growled, establishing a demanding rhythm, “when you’re my wife.”

Tenn loved me. He wanted me. The sight of me in my wedding dress – the one he was making for me – was enough to drive him out of his mind.

“Tenn!” I shouted as my next climax roared through me. “That’s better. Again.” “Tenn! Oh, God. Tenn!” “That’s right, Tasha. My fiancée. My perfect little wife. Keep my name in your mouth when I fill you.”