Heart Song (Forbidden Mates, #3)

by Heather Guerre

“How accurate is your hearing when it comes to spatial awareness?” she asked, in a confusingly playful tone. “Not as accurate as sight alone. However, both senses together give me acuity beyond any of the other sapient species.” “But right now, you can only use your hearing.” “Yes…” His suspicion grew alongside impishness in her voice. “Why do you ask?” “Can you sense... this!” He caught her hand before she managed to land a swat on his ass. She wasn’t swinging to hurt him, but he hadn’t expected it from her. “I guess you can,” she said brightly. “What was that for?” Rakhnar asked, utterly perplexed. “Amusement? Don’t the Ljark ever slap each other’s asses? They should. Yours is very… muscular.” Rakhnar resisted the impulse to feel his own ass. “I… thank you?” Before he could ask why a muscular ass deserved to be slapped, he had to flinch away from her again as a small projectile shot past his face. “Impressive,” Theyma said sincerely. “What was that?” “A little chunk of lichen. Don’t worry. It wouldn’t have damaged your pretty face.” “Pretty?” He laughed. “I mean it,” Theyma insisted. “Your cheekbones and your jawline are works of art.” “So humans like prominent facial bones and prominent asses?” Theyma was quiet for a brief, pensive moment. “Huh. I guess we do.” “Well.” A feeling he rarely experienced came over him—he was flustered. Theyma had essentially just said she found him attractive.