Taken to Nobu (Xiveri Mates, #2)

by Elizabeth Stephens

“Taka’ana,” comes the booming, terrible bass, the one that seems to let loose something inside of me as I drink in all of his form. Alien and huge and imposing and decidedly male, I know that my first thoughts of him should be of hate, and yet, only one thought comes to me. He’s purple. He’s not red,

I have never seen anything more lovely and I feel but a pion, worshipping at an altar. Drawn forward by her to her, I wade into the space, sucked into the cavern of her gaze, which is harsh and unyielding. A warrior yes, but there is also something vulnerable in her human expression as she sees me. I wish I knew more about these humans

“I’m Lemoria,” she says. “I know,” I answer. “I’m Kiki, Va’Rakukanna of the Voraxian Federation and the Xhea of Nobu.” She smiles. “I most certainly know, and will not ever forget.”

“I am here and the future is so bright.” I brush the backs of my fingers across her cheeks. Of the six, four form claws while two remain faithfully blunted. “Hexa. But it only shines because of your light. We only shine because of your light. And that is why I shine too.” “Then it will never be dark again.”

Nothing has ever hurt so much as seeing her eat. Nothing has ever felt so good as seeing her eat.