Alien Tyrant (Fated Mates of the Sea Sand Warlords, #1)

by Ursa Dax

It is possible that my mate is more... difficult... than I had hoped.

I raised my fingers to my lips, tasting her, the sharp, intoxicating flavour exploding on the three segments of my tongue.

What a strange and sublime creature fate had chosen as my mate. A creature with skin the colour of milk. And blood the colour of poison.

Never had I known, in all my war-filled life, a poison quite this sweet. So sweet I’d gladly let it kill me. Over and over again.

My entire body, my very existence, was for her, now. How could she not see that? And how could she not feel the same?

Damn, between the magic aloe plants and the radioactive milk, these guys have got medicine surprisingly well figured out.

alien.

He dragged his nose up and down my folds, folds grown slick with totally messed up and totally inescapable desire. I felt like I’d descended into some kind of fever dream. And as his tongue found its way to my aching entrance, I knew that I did not want to wake up.

So this is the power of the sacred mate bond. It felt like it was destroying me and making me whole, all at once.

“I have waited years for you, my Zeezee. Years upon years of aching for someone I did not know existed. And now that you are here you are everything and more. You are strange. And you are perfect. And you are mine.”

If we could not communicate with words, I would find another way. I would make her feel me. My heart thundered beneath my skin, beneath her hand. “Feel this. This is for you. This is yours.

She did not yet know what it meant to have the heart of a Gahn. But she would learn.

OK, Buroudei was definitely getting the hang of the whole kissing thing. But then again, how could he not be good at it with three tongues?

I moved my hand down to explore the two smaller spikes of flesh on either side of his cock. For academic purposes, of course.

Curse me one hundred thousand times.

My love for my mate was a glowing ember, warming my chest.

Frankly, I was kind of wondering if he was even real. A strong warrior who seemed addicted to giving me pleasure, who’d made me a pair of freaking socks, plus new pants and a saddle? My last boyfriend couldn’t have even been bothered to take the trash out.

What exactly is he to me? My captor? My saviour? My big alien boyfriend?

“You really must be from another world.” His voice was husky and low. “Because there is nothing here so beautiful as you. So beautiful it becomes a kind of pain.”

The way Buroudei went down on me, like my body was slaking a terrible, lifelong thirst, was almost more arousing than the actual physical sensations.