Using Fejo (Clecanian, #5)

by Victoria Aveline

Probably Rita. She came over most nights. Rita claimed it was because she hated being alone, but Vanessa knew the truth. She and Daisy took it in turns to check on Vanessa, make sure she was eating and not dissolving under the weight of a bout of depression.

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He wiped away those worries, determination pumping through his veins. He’d figure it out somehow. He finally had a wife, and by the Goddess, he’d find a way to keep her.

But something about her appearance had his protective instincts surging. She was thinner than he’d remembered. And she had the drawn, haunted look of someone who slept only a little and worried a lot. Well, he’d see to that. His wife would sleep well. He’d keep her just on the edge of orgasm until she was so exhausted that she’d drift right to sleep after screaming his name. His back straightened, and he had to keep a devious smile from his face. But human females were different from Clecanian females, weren’t they? They could orgasm multiple times. An unlimited number apparently. If that was the case, he’d make her come over and over until she had no energy left to fret. Then he’d wake her with gifts and rich foods.

“I don’t know why you’re so skittish around me, little wife, but I plan on winning you over.”

but he remained glued in place, just staring at her beautiful—yet somehow haunted—face. Even in sleep, her brows crinkled and her lips pursed as though she were fighting off some imaginary threat with her sarcasm and wit.

She looked up at him and shrugged, as if it didn’t really bother her. In reality, she hated that she always pushed people away but didn’t know how to stop.

If anything, her unwavering loyalty to her friends and family only served to make him want her more. “So you see,” he muttered, “even if I can’t have Vanessa, I’d never go back to Klinara.” “Fejo, she won’t be happy here. You know that,” Uja urged, stepping close. “I’m sorry. You’re right. I shouldn’t have sent her off, and if I’d known how you felt, I wouldn’t have, but…I saw it on her face. She won’t stop.” “Turns out, I love that about her.” Fejo looked up with a miserable grin.

She was sure she must look an awful lot like the drowned girl from The Ring at that moment.

…her personality unfurling

He found he couldn’t wait to hear her speak. To witness more of how her mind worked. He wanted to know her in every way. Know how she thought, how she reasoned, how she fucked.

Oh, Fejo 🖤

He was her mate, and a piece of her iced-over heart thawed at the idea that he wanted her above all others, despite her baggage.

“Your body responds to me as if it’s mine,”

…so does mine 🫠

Also, you should know, human women don’t like to be cornered and bullied into answering questions about their personal lives like this. Now back the fuck off.” Maladek’s eyes widened, his body stiffening as she let her bitch flag fly.

I’m convinced she’s a Scorpio.

She was fierce and fearless and tender,

Raw and natural and somehow more carnal.

This was how it was supposed to be. Intimate. Connected. Erotic.

There was no shutting off his purr. His soul was content.

Her body was not her own anymore. A monster who only wanted revenge had taken its place. She’d been standing by the doorway for hours, gripping a solid, three-foot metal rod, the edge bloody from her torn-up hands.

“You’d better say you like them, ’cause tattoo technology doesn’t exist on this ship, and Vrok had to do this with a needle and it hurt like a motherfucker.”

Fejo finally recognized what it looked like to be loved without conditions.