Alien Reject (Fated Mates of the Sea Sand Warlords, #4)
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She was hesitant, yet Taliok had claimed her. I wished to do the same. With Kat. The small, angry one.
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“Why not? Does your human anatomy in that area stop working in the presence of an attractive, virile, mate-worthy male?”
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It was not the expression of adoring joy I would have hoped for upon the first viewing of my cock by the new women.
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Unfortunately, I did not think she was hiding her eyes because she felt herself unworthy of the sight of my glorious cock.
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“There’s probably just something wrong with the meat you brought back.” Galok’s look of concern melted into a grin, and I felt my cheeks grow weirdly warm. Again. “There is nothing wrong with it, Kat. It is just that your tiny mouth perhaps cannot handle all my meat.”
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promised I would not do anything unsavoury with her tongue... Unless... “Please ask me to do something unsavoury with your tongue.”
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“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.”
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My knuckles connected with what basically felt like a brick wall wrapped in a thin layer of velvet. I yanked my hand down between my knees, crouching and hissing between my teeth. “Tiny Kat, has my chest injured your hand?” Fucking Galok.
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“I should be the one asking you if you’re OK. Where I’m from, I’m known for throwing one mean punch.” Galok looked at me blankly for a moment, then collapsed to the ground. “Oh, send for the healers! Please! The mighty Kat has felled me with one of her tiny, beautiful fists.”
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“What does creeper mean? Bringer of great pleasure? Adored one? Mighty warrior?”
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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.