Alien Reject (Fated Mates of the Sea Sand Warlords, #4)

by Ursa Dax

Melanie said the Sea Sand men called them cock spears. But that cock was already big and bad enough. What the hell did it need spears for? Did it think a vagina was some animal that needed to be hunted down and speared?

“I will never ask anything of you that you do not want to give. Though I may say things in jest, and make joking demands of you, you should know that I am serious about you, Kat.” All trace of my usual laughter and joking was gone from my voice. It was strange, speaking from the heart like this. I’d spoken true before – I never lied. But there was often a veil of humour over my words that perhaps served to guard me. But this – this was all real. All vulnerability.

And I already told you that this does not matter. The Lavrika will bind you to me. And even if, by some breaking of fate, this does not come to be, I would defy its wishes and claim you anyway.” I paused then, running my claw along the inside of her lower lip, feeling her shiver under my touch. “I want to say that I will claim you anyway, if you will have me. But I already know this, too.” “Know what?” “That you will accept me. It may not be today. Or tomorrow. It may be many ages from now. We may be old and decrepit by then. But someday, somehow, I will make you feel for me what I feel for you. I will win your guarded little human heart. And that, tiny Kat, is my vow to you. And you should know, I never break a vow once uttered.”

“Speak of my mate again with anything other than the astounding grace and wonder she is owed, and I will have your tongues, Fallo.”

“I would defy any Gahn. I would defy the Lavrika itself. I would defy every god who has ever spoken its will over this world for her. You. Shall. Not. Touch. Her.”

But I was wrong. A few blinks told me that the blurriness came from tears. Not from dreams. “Stop squirming, female. My Gahn will have my head if you are harmed,” the warrior hissed, but that only made me fight all the harder. “I will have to bind you if you do not stop.” I laughed, bitter, raging. “You think you can take me? You think you can bind me and do whatever you want? I’m from motherfucking Detroit! I will fuck your shit up!”

I helped Kat and Zoey down, walking with them to the new women’s tent. Kat did a strange gesture – poking the tips of two fingers towards her own eyes, then pointing them towards me aggressively, before slipping into the tent with Zoey. I had no idea what that was supposed to mean. Probably something like, I am blinded by my adoration for you, my mate.