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truth, the romance novel depressed me because it reminded me of what I didn’t have—someone wholly devoted to me.
I sank down to the floor, curling into the fetal position as I stared up at the thing, unable to break contact with its eyes—chillingly human for an alien with four arms, wings, and extendable pincers.
Hard shells didn’t need females, but the soft meats had changed me. They’d made me so I wanted one. This one. Then they took her from me. I would kill them slowly for that.
“I’m telling you this so you will understand how lucky you are. You have been chosen to bear Thrax’s offspring for the Iriduan Empire.” I gaped at the mechdroid. “What did you say?” No response came from the mechdroid as it moved to grab my arm.
The fate they’d already admitted they wanted to subject me to. Mating with Thrax. No. Breeding.
He touched my face with the fingers of one of his upper hands, tracing my frown and the creases between my brows. “This expression means Claire is not pleased. My words upset you.”
“You mean you did choose me?” His upper hand stroked my hair, touching the strands that had clumped together from not being brushed by anything other than my fingers. “You smell of home.”
“You’re all I have in this galaxy. I have to rely on you, but sometimes, you’re so cold it scares me.” He stroked my face with his lower hands, pressing against my cheeks as if he could halt the flow of my tears. “Do not leak anymore. Tell me what you want from me.”
though I was concerned that I wouldn’t be able to convince Claire to eat them. She wasn’t happy with me, either, and I tried to figure out how I’d failed her. I’d offered food, I’d provided protection, and I’d signaled my desire to mate with my pheromone. What else could I do?
There was another way that I could feed her, producing nutrients within my own body to replenish the ones that she required. I had no problem eating whatever was available, and could translate the extra flesh into nutrition for her. I could then give it to her the same way I would give her my seed. My groin plate pulsed at the idea. Imagining her lips closing around that part of me made me nearly frantic with need.
sight. “Has Claire known many males?”
“Tell me what to do. I want to please my mate.” That was an offer I couldn’t refuse. “You can push inside me, Thrax. Just pump your hips—”
“We can rest here. It is not a ‘room,’ but for the moment it is safe. After I have eaten, I will find another nest for Claire, if the path to the machine is too far.”
“It’s not really a group activity. This is something we humans like to do alone.” “My mate will be vulnerable while eliminating. I must stand guard.”
“Your gift, huh? I’m not sure who was doing whom a favor there.” He looked up from the water, meeting my eyes. “I enjoyed giving you my gift. It is a pleasure to feed my mate.” “That’s a little… weird,
“You remind me of home. Of my freedom. I would do anything for you.”
“You are not heavy.” His arms squeezed around my leg and torso. “My mate feels good in my clasper arms. Not as good as when I am inside you, or when you taste me, but I like holding you. I want to carry you.”
“I’m sorry, Thrax. About what they did to you.” He pressed his face into my palm. “I am not.” His eyes met mine. “I would go through it all again, knowing you would be at the end of it.”
“So… I’m a poisonous plant? That’s… sweet.” He shook his head. “You are the flower with the sweetest nectar that is worth risking the thorns.”
“Do you ever miss the before-time?” His upper hands stroked over my hair. “No. You weren’t there.”
“Do not touch mine! I will kill you if you touch her.” I pinned the creature with my fiercest glare. Tentacles swung me effortlessly from side-to-side. “You cannot. I will crush you first.”
“But you will kill me if I don’t.” I shook my head. “Only if you touch what’s mine.”
ate all the time. I had to, because my mate had a voracious appetite. Sometimes, I couldn’t escape her hungry lips, and if I let her, she would suck me dry, insisting I was like the most delicious frappe she’d ever tasted—whatever that meant.
