Using Fejo (Clecanian, #5)

by Victoria Aveline

And if he transferred that doubt onto Daisy and made her question her own worth? Double fuck him.

Vanessa let out a weak, defeated sigh and admired him. She was only one human woman,

after all, and he was…magnificent.

He tried to act like that was something to look forward to, but in reality, he was tired of being used and toyed with.

He could finally have someone. A companion. Someone who didn’t look at him and only see what they could get.

He finally had a wife, and by the Goddess, he’d find a way to keep her. ***

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.

“You are important. You’re smart. And you’re honest. You’re important to me.”

Suddenly, the bleak view of space before her wasn’t the most terrifying thing anymore.

All he’d wanted to do was make her happy and finally claim a bit of happiness for himself.

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.

He wanted to tell her how much her revelation had meant to him.

Was this what true happiness felt like?

he glanced down at his hands now crossed in front of his face and saw bright blue markings winding their way along his fingers.

Fejo bolted upright, unable to tear his gaze away from the mating marks now covering his hands.

“I can’t let you go, Vanessa,” he growled into her skin. “I know you don’t feel it, but you’re mine now. I’m yours. I can’t… I won’t…”

“You’re a part of me too. I just meant things are more complicated now. We”—she emphasized the word, and his skin buzzed, his mind unable to comprehend what she was saying—“need to figure out how to make this work. Either I need to go to Earth alone and somehow find my way back, or you need to go there with me. I’m not leaving them.” She placed her other hand on his cheek, leaning into him with a soft smile. “But I’m not leaving you either.”

He had his mate in his arms, and she wanted to be there.

Obsessed’ is an understatement.”

Her jaw dropped. At length, the weight of what he was saying registered. He’d decided to take her back before any of this. Before she’d almost drowned in the pool. Before his marks had appeared. And before she’d agreed to stay with him.

Warmth seeped into her chest and made her heart ache with happiness.