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“Brood.” “I am assuredly not brooding, Drakkal.” “You’re whinier than a thirsty cub begging for its mother’s teat.”
Alkorin moved to stand beside Sam and placed a hand on her lower back. “Come. We should be on our way before they feel well enough to call their friends. I would feel bad if I had to rough up an entire street gang tonight. I can only imagine what it’d do to their reputation.”
“But don’t mistake me for a hero; I’ve not acted selflessly tonight.” He raised his other hand and ran the back of his fingers down her cheek. “You’re beautiful, Samantha, and I find myself eager to be in your company.”
Obsessed, Drakkal grumbled in the back of Arcanthus’s mind. “Yes, because she’s my mate, you ornery fur ball. That’s how it works.”
“Stupid? Yes, I suppose I’m quite stupid sometimes.” Arc waved a hand and walked past the azhera into the hallway. “I’m fine, Drakkal. It’s been ten years, and as far as they’re concerned, I’m dead. My real name isn’t out there anywhere. There’s nothing wrong with me going out for some air every now and then.”
“If you’d like to discuss soft, we can compare. Your fur is looking particularly fluffy today, so I’d advise you avoid this conversation if you don’t want to be embarrassed.” “Come here,” Drakkal said, spreading his arms wide. “I’ll hug your pain and bitterness away.” “You are not my mother, azhera.” Drakkal’s mouth curled into a smirk. “Stop acting like a child and you won’t trigger my maternal instincts.”
Their interactions are always entertaining
That inevitable moment when she finally gave herself over to him, when she finally revealed her body to him of her own accord, that moment would be special beyond words.
“I’ve told many lies in my time. I cannot deny that. Truth has not always been my friend. But when I say this to you, it is meant with more sincerity than I can rightly express: you are the most beautiful female I have ever seen.”
“If you touch her again, if you so much as look at her wrong, I will break every bone in your body one at a time. Do you understand?”
Always love a “touch her and die” moment
He was a very large, gruff-looking azhera with intense green eyes. Like all his kind, his features were reminiscent of a big cat’s—a lion, or maybe a leopard—blended with a lupine hint and something vaguely human. They looked like…well, like werecats. But it was this azhera’s coloring that caught her attention; the tan and brown of his fur was similar in hue and pattern to that of her grandmother’s old cat, Mister Wiggles.
That last bit just had me giggling too much for some reason lol just the fact that she sees this big burly alien man and thinks “Mr. Wiggles” is endearing and hilarious
After a few moments, he lowered that hand to grasp her chin and tipped her head back, making her lift her gaze to his. “You will blossom soon enough, little flower,” he said softly, “and then you will realize your own beauty. I look forward to witnessing it.”
“I was ready to hit you, you furry bastard,” Arcanthus said. “Good thing you didn’t. I would have had to carry you to the car to save your terran after I showed you your place.” Drakkal pulled an auto-blaster from the weapon rack and turned to face Arcanthus. “So choking you is totally acceptable?” “Did it sound like I was choking, sedhi?”
Their interactions are always entertaining
You give me my mate and at the same time throw in a bonus mystery organization that wants to kill me. If I had known, I would’ve declined the two-for-one and just taken the female.
Bravery is not a lack of fear but acting despite fear.” He grinned, flashing his fangs. “I am proud of you.” The voice that always haunted her—calling her worthless and weak every moment of every day—fell silent for the first time in years.
She waited for the flare of anger that should’ve risen in her gut. Arcanthus had selected Sam from her identification file, stalked her, lied to her, and sent some of his men to keep an eye on her. None of that was okay. None of that was right. And yet…she wasn’t upset, wasn’t angry, wasn’t scared. Because Arcanthus still felt right to her. Being with him felt right.
Red flags like these are only sexy in books.
“Nothing about you—or how you’ve come to be here—is like anything I’ve ever done. You are the first I sought out personally. The first I’ve taken anywhere. The first I’ve fought for. You’re also the first to know my true name and the first to have slept in my bed. And you will be the only.”
I’m about to make a deal with the devil…and I’ve never wanted anything more. She kept her eyes locked with his. “Yes.” “Oh, my beautiful little terran,” he purred, “I will open the universe to you.”
“If you start touching yourself, I’m going to kick you,” Drakkal said.
“Are you going to start chewing my food for me, Mother Drakkal?” “You keep it up, and I’ll have no choice. It’d be hard for you to chew anything without any teeth.”
Arcanthus’s brows fell. “It’s not going to bite you, Samantha.” “It-It’s moving! It’s split!” She slapped a hand over her mouth, leaving her voice muffled when she asked, “Did I break it?” “It’s not broken!” Arcanthus grasped the loincloth on the bed beside him, meaning to cover himself,
Honestly more alien romance books need a moment where the human woman is shocked/frightened by the alien male’s genitals… because it just makes sense.
Arc stroked the back of a finger over her belly. “I am going to fill you, and you will feel everything.”
I admit, this is hot
She came apart at the seams, but she knew, in the end, Arcanthus would be there to put her back together.
“Just figured I’d see if you wanted me to find a slave collar in your size. We can get one with a tether so Samantha can lead you around the compound like her little pet.” “I will hit you again, Drakkal.”
“Yes, it was torture,” Drakkal said. “He had to sit and have a conversation with Arcanthus.”
I feel like most of my highlights are going to be Drakkal, which considering this isn’t his book just shows how fun a character he is
“I find myself torn between my desire to know more about you and the open invitation to talk about myself. You’re feeding into an already dangerously large ego, Samantha.” Laughter bubbled up from within her. “I didn’t think you could pass up a chance to talk about yourself.”
“You’re a speck of space dust careening toward a star. There’s only one way it will end, and it’s not with you as the victor—it’s with you annihilated. I am the Syndicate, and I’m going to stomp you out of existence once and for all.”
“Even when I was a slave, I never belonged so wholly to anyone as I do you.”
“She was choking you!” Sekk’thi scratched her snout. “She did not say uncle.” Arcanthus lifted his arms again, palms up, and opened his mouth to speak. After a few moments of stammering, he managed to ask, “Why the hell would she say uncle, of all things?”
I just laughed so hard at that
He shifted his hands to her shoulders and leaned back to look down at her. “Samantha, I’ve been enraptured by your every word since the first one you spoke to me.”
“Guess he learned more from you than we thought, Arc.” “Why couldn’t he learn the right lessons?” “Because right and wrong isn’t universal, and what we thought was right was also dangerous. We were doomed from the start. I don’t regret any of it, but I can understand why so many good fighters turned us down.”
Drak just makes so much sense and honestly this could apply to a lot of normal situations too. Right and wrong isn’t universal.
She wished that she could tell Arc again how much she loved him. Wished she could tell him that, for once, she wasn’t sorry. When it came to him, Samantha had no regrets.
Drakkal’s expression hardened. “Can’t feel my arm. How bad did he get me?” “The good news is that your arm looks fine,” Arcanthus said from behind Samantha. “It just happens to be separated from your body.” Samantha turned her head to look at Arcanthus with disbelieving eyes. “Arc!” The azhera’s nostrils flared with a heavy exhalation, and he opened his eyes again; they were clearer, this time, more alert and determined. “Still three limbs ahead of you, sedhi.”
