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“The other one said the green guy was from a species called Cae. Species of what? Angels? Mutants? Am I in an X-Men bunker or something?”
But not knowing what time it was always made her anxious. It wasn’t like she did anything with the information. She wasn’t rigidly early or constantly late. She just liked the comfort of knowing.
Surprise, followed by warmth, spread through her when she heard a rumbling purr emanate from his chest.
The strong, sure voice that poured out of her as she spoke was unfamiliar even to herself. “You’ll tell me how to free them, or I’ll shove this poker into your crotch so hard that you’ll never breed again.”
A short, young woman with perfectly highlighted hair said, “Well, Toto, I’ve a feeling—” “If you say that line right now, I swear to God…” interrupted a tall, slim woman with a surly expression.
“I can see you’re starting to panic,” he said, holding up his hands. “But I’m part of the rescue team. I’m Izzo.” He gave a small kick to Luka’s shin. “And this idiot is my brother.”
His eyes lit up. “Pizz-za!” “Pizz-za? You mean pizza?” Alice repeated dumbly, trying to understand how this alien knew what pizza was and why the mention of it would make him trustworthy.
Why am I surprised? They can literally fly through space, or float in space, or whatever you do in space. Hovercars are probably nothing to write home about.
Who in their right mind would choose a black alien forest? Are they trying to be eaten by the Predator?
The fear shone on her face, but Daisy lifted her hand to Izzo’s anyway. Their eyes locked as he clasped her hand in his much-larger one and shook slowly. Everyone’s eyes widened as a low purr sounded from Izzo.
“But why Pearl? They don’t look like pearls.” Izzo shrugged. “I don’t know what pearls are on your planet. Our translators do what they can, but they aren’t always perfect. The bilom produce little stones instead of eggs on occasion. We call them pearls.”
who’s to say one animal’s trash isn’t as good as another animal’s trash when it comes to making jewelry?
“It used to be if a person wanted to court someone, they’d try and prove their love by diving into the water and retrieving a pearl. If they weren’t stung, it was meant to be.”
Maxu finally allowed his unwavering gaze to slide down Luka’s body, settling at his wrists. Luka followed the fixed direction of Maxu’s stare and had to take a step back. Blue mating marks circled his wrists.
Well, he may look like a demon, but he has the manners of a prince.
How was he supposed to sweep her off her feet if he was sporting a bum foot and an ever-present erection?
“You’re his mate. He isn’t yours. If he doesn’t have enough sense to see how lucky he is to have found you, that’s not your problem. He needs you. You don’t need him.” He shot a glare toward Luka, then leaned in to whisper, “You tell me if he acts like a pishot, and I’ll make sure to hack into his home’s programming and make his life a living hell.”
Alice couldn’t even imagine the worldwide panic that would ensue if not only one group of aliens but galaxies of different alien species were revealed to exist. She inwardly snorted; maybe the leaders of Earth would finally come together for once.
“My very DNA has been altered by you. I’m stronger now. Faster.” Like lightning, his hand shot out and gently gripped hers. Immediately, her heart rate sped up, and a purr rumbled through him. “Do you feel that? It’s physical. Biological. I may not know much about you, but my soul recognizes yours.” She tugged at her hand. After a moment’s hesitation, he released it. “When I’m not near you, I feel…wrong. I walk around all day, unable to concentrate. Like I’ve forgotten something but can’t recall what it is. It’s maddening.”
“Oh, and one other thing,” he said, waiting for her to meet his eyes. “You should know that right before the meeting a few days ago, Luka broke a bone in his lower leg. His fibula. He tried to ignore it so he could make it to the meeting. Walked all the way around the lake just to see you.”
He acted exactly the way she wished people would act with her, and that scared the ever-loving shit out of her.
Damn gorgeous man with his rugged Indiana Jones scientist-explorer thing.
“There are, but most of them have automated bartenders.” Who did the lonely souls who needed a drink and a listening ear talk to, then?
Making her come had brought him pure masculine satisfaction, but knowing that she liked who he was made him feel…so much more.
“One more thing,” she said, halting Traef, who’d begun to drag Helas toward the cabin. Both men turned to look at her. Helas appeared bored. “Your group—Purity. Reform. Integrity. Clecania.” She waited for Helas’ attention to shift back to her after angrily flashing toward Luka. “On our planet, PRIC means tiny dick.”
