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

by Ursa Dax

“This is true. You are not my mate.” He pressed the sunglasses into my hands but kept my gaze pinned with his. “Yet.”

Massive. She’d called my cock massive. This was turning out to be a very good day indeed.

“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.”

“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.”

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

“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.”

“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.”

“Alright, weirdo,” she muttered, that last word coming out in her language. It probably meant something along the lines of powerful warrior. Or maybe, my future mate. One could hope, at least.

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

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.