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He could finally have someone. A companion. Someone who didn’t look at him and only see what they could get.
It was a quality he found he didn’t appreciate. He couldn’t pleasure her. He couldn’t comfort her. He couldn’t seem to find a compliment she enjoyed. What the hell was he good for? She’d even tried to give back his gift, for Goddess’ sake!
Hot guy with a pleasure kink—check. A bit of a bad boy streak—check. Had his own fucking amazing space pirate ship—check, check, check. Damn, he was getting more extraordinary by the minute.
An errant pain sliced through her chest, knowing no woman had ever chosen to be married and live here. If she were actually in the market for a real husband, she wouldn’t mind living in the ship Fejo had so lovingly built.
In reality, she hated that she always pushed people away but didn’t know how to stop.
Being vulnerable was giving somebody a weapon to use against you.
“You are important. You’re smart. And you’re honest. You’re important to me.”
“I don’t claim to be a good person. There are certain things I have to do that I don’t enjoy doing, but I can promise you I’ll be a good husband. You’re safe with me, and if that means I have to harm a few males who’ve threatened your safety, I will do it. Without question. Every time.”
What he wouldn’t give for somebody to be that devoted to him. To cry and beg and steal and cheat just so they could get back to him.
“Dazzling, glorious Vanessa,” he breathed against her hair as she slept, grinning while imagining her lips pursed in annoyance at his excessive compliment. “I love you, and I’m never letting you go.”
Life seemed to be on track. She had a mate who doted on her. Friends both on the ship and back on Clecania. And she even had a solid plan in place.
The way he looked at her…it could only be described as love. He gazed at her as if his bones were going to break if he didn’t touch her. Like he’d crash his own ship if she said she didn’t like the color of the walls.
“You’re not dead,” she cried. “No, love. I’ll never leave you.”
I’ll have my freedom, and I have you back. My vicious, gorgeous, glorious Vanessa.”
“I love you so much, Vanessa.” Vanessa smiled and twined her arms around his neck. “And I love you, my devastating, brave, perfect Fejo.”
Fejo finally recognized what it looked like to be loved without conditions.
“I know, I know. I’m your mate and I don’t have to thank you, right?” He pulled a face of mock surprise. “Actually, I was going to say you’re welcome. Clearly, you couldn’t have done it without my expertise. I’m expecting to be thanked thoroughly for the rest of our lives. Both verbally and nonverbally.”
