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I guess we all deal with things differently. She’s a daytime bitch and broken by dark. It happens.
This one is mine. I feel it surge through me, the intense knowing and covetous feeling of finding something that truly belongs to me. It does not matter how this female got here. She is leaving with me.
“Mine,” I say with fierce pleasure. I resonate to her. No one will ever take her from me. She is mine and mine alone.
He’s thoughtful and he’s kind. I don’t know if Lo-cootie cares about that, but Lo-human finds it pretty sexy.
It does explain why all the other girls are so damn happy and smiley to be stranded here, though. No one’s complaining about resonance because they’re getting boned by the gold standard in dicks.
I see the signs of hunger. Did I think his muscles were extremely well-defined? It’s because he’s got no fat left for his body to use. I can see his ribs, and his belly is so flat that it makes me worry.
As K’thar pulls my exhausted body into the circle of his arms, I realize that my cootie’s probably going to get its way sooner rather than later, and I’m pretty okay with that.
“That’s just T’chai. Ignore him. He follows me like an angry puppy ever since we resonated.”
It’s too horrifying, and Mari’s screaming goes on and on, and I realize that the alien trapped under the thing’s feet is her new mate. Someone has to help him.
He’s going to get the others. This tribe is going to need everyone’s help to survive for the next while, and we’re all stronger together.
My affection for the big, four-armed alien is the only thing that makes sense in my world right now. I have to call it affection because I can’t be in love.
I’m surprised…and a little impressed. These guys act like they don’t like each other, but when someone’s in trouble, they pitch in to help, no questions asked.
Two shattered clans can make one great clan.”
The others can say what they want about their cooties, but mine’s a damn good matchmaker.
It’s incredible. I’ve never felt so…loved. Cherished. Even in the midst of a sweaty, rough fuck against a tree, I’ve never been held so tenderly.
I never want him out of my sight again. I don’t care if that’s clingy. I’ll happily cling to that alien’s leg for the rest of my life as long as it means we’re together, always. I’m crazy with love for him, and I tell him over and over again every time he touches me.
“Hi there,” I whisper back to him, and then because I’ve wanted to say it for so long, “I love you.” My alien breaks into a massive grin.
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