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

by Ursa Dax

One by one, my friends had fallen, like little human dominoes, to the mystifying charms of these alien kangaroo dudes. What exactly those charms were, I had no fucking clue.

There was something golden retriever-esque about this guy. Something playful and unflappable and frankly, kind of goofy.

I have not even claimed her as my mate, yet, and already she makes me a stronger warrior.

It was not the expression of adoring joy I would have hoped for upon the first viewing of my cock by the new women.

“There is nothing wrong with it, Kat. It is just that your tiny mouth perhaps cannot handle all my meat.”

Goddamnit. If nothing else in this desert killed me first, this guy really would be the death of 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.”

I stared after her in silent shock, my mouth tingling from the violence of her assault. I couldn’t wait for her to do it again.

She is a collection of unspoken words. I must learn to read her body the way I’d understand someone else’s voice.

What would it be like to have Kat in my bed? It would be like sharing my bed with an angry beast of the sands, I was sure. But a small one, with blunt claws and tiny teeth and very loud growls.

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

“You make it really hard to hate you, you know?”

“I take responsibility for your happiness, tiny one. But I will accept your hate, too, if that is what you offer. I will take it all. Whatever you have to give. I am ravenous for you, every facet. Every feeling.”

Oh man, was this guy going to continue being so awkwardly blunt with this kind of stuff? Like, who said exactly what they felt and thought all the time? What was I supposed to do with that?

“It is the truth. You do not seem to understand that before you, I assumed I would never have a mate. Never have a family. I had made peace with that life, but now...” His gaze grew dark, the curve of his mouth wolfish “Now that I have tasted you, have had a glimpse of your loveliness in my life, I do not plan to let you go.”

The way he spilled his hopes and dreams so easily to someone he cared about. I wondered if I even deserved it. His affections. The pinning of all those dreams.

The only thing I’m sure of is that we gotta grab every little scrap of joy we can in this life, wherever we are.” She paused, and her eyes glinted in the gloom. “And if that joy comes in the form of mackin’ on some tall glass of cool alien water, then I say go for it.”

“Galok, do you want to go on a date with me?” “Yes,” I answered immediately, though I had no idea what she was actually asking of me. “What’s a date?”

And as I lowered my head once again to capture her sweet mouth with mine, I knew that I would fight endlessly, woo her tirelessly, until she felt the same. Until she was just as lost in me as I was in her. No matter how long it took.

“It does not surprise me that the power of my cock has taken much of your strength.” “Wow. OK, your head isn’t just giant, now. It’s freaking astronomical.”

I had tamed the fierce and angry Kat. Had pleased her small body, and had gotten past her defences until she curled into my warmth.

“What does creeper mean? Bringer of great pleasure? Adored one? Mighty warrior?”

“If you insist,” I said as we walked out of the pool. “But you must tell the healers to make their work quick. Because I am impatient to lay with my mate. In fact, I think the sweet wetness of your cunt is all I’ll need to bring me back to full strength. Yes, I am sure of it.”

“Don’t question the magic alien dragon,”

“And it is only fitting that a warrior as powerful and strong as myself would be mated to you. Who else could tame the mighty Kat?”

“I would not dare defy you, my angry mate,”

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.

“These new women are marvels,” Gahn Buroudei said, his tail swishing. “They are so soft of body and yet they possess a fearsome sort of strength. The kind of strength that could bring a Gahn to his knees.”