Wed to the Alien Brute (Accidental Alien Brides, #3)

by January Bell

“Shoot for the moon, and even if you miss, you’ll still land on top of the alien cock,” I finish.

“Yesterday is history,” I proclaim, a finger in the air, “tomorrow is a mystery, and today is when you put on lingerie and impale yourself on a massive alien cock.”

“Keep calm and fuck an alien. If life gives you an alien, have sex with him. Live every day like it’s your last chance to hop on board the alien express.” My nose scrunches up as I think hard.

I want a mate. I want someone to come home to at night and hold in the smallest, darkest hours, when memories crowd so tight and claustrophobic that I wake with my heart in my throat. I want someone to wake up to, to watch sleep in the morning sunlight, someone I can treasure and care for. Someone who cares about the male I am, not just what I have done in the past… or what I look like.

This female is like a brilliant gem I once saw at the market, cut so finely that every angle you turned it, a different prism and color

of light shone. The closer I look at my female, my wife, the more I learn about her. And I find that I might like every single facet.

“I have done wrong by you, my little wife. But I will prove to you that I am no brute, that I am no monster, and that I do not wish you anything but safety and happiness.”

“Then I will be your monster, my Ree-becca,” Dergoz tells me. “I will be worthy of your love.”

For you I would be monstrous. For you I would burn the world and everything in it, just for you to forgive me. Just for one look. One kiss.”

“I want exactly what you have already given me, Ree-becca. Your honesty. Your smiles and laughter. Your strange and too-sweet home baked treats. Your patience and your determination. Your bravery and your beauty.”

“You are coming with me,” he says. “You are my mate, and I am kidnapping you, just like they do in the books you like. My semen is not nutritious, but I will still feed it to you.”