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

by Ursa Dax

Suffice to say, she was not pleased. More kicking and screaming ensued, with angry words I could make out but not understand. Ahh-sole. Tie-rent.

His face softened. “And then, some days after that, I found you. And my life has been bathed in glory ever since.” I flushed. Damn. Had he been saying stuff like this to me the whole time? I might not have fought his advances off so much if I’d known that I was bathing his life in glory.

HAHAHA!

“Forgive me, Zeezee. You have broken open my world and put it back together again. Your words have forged futures I never thought I’d live to see. It is difficult to speak.”

Im sat.

“You really seem to know what you’re doing,” I remarked as he got everything into place. When he was finished, he turned to me. “Yes. We use saddles when we are cubs.” I frowned, unsure if that was meant to be some kind of backhanded comment. But Galok grinned, and I relaxed.

Dry humor lol.