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Next time, she told herself, as she so often did. If reincarnation exists, then next time let me be braver. I’ll do things differently. I promise.
But when his Traxian instincts kicked in and he found himself vehemently against letting his wife go at the end of their contract, he realized that he wasn’t compatible with temporary.
Matehood would be different. If he recognized a mate, they’d be bound together for life. He could be as possessive as he wanted since everyone would chalk it up to his mating instinct.
All they could prove was that he’d used the device. They had no proof that he’d stolen it. And they wouldn’t. He was too good, and stealing had always been laughably easy.
Her family would have dropped dead of mortification if they saw her traipsing around on her bedazzled feet, grinning at men and women. But all she felt was happiness. Freedom.
She was flirting, she knew she was, but she couldn’t help herself. She wanted to flirt. She hadn’t had many opportunities to flirt as an adult. And she’d never looked this good.
Weeks of flirting, yet despite all her efforts her vagina remained frustratingly unimpressed.
Heleax didn’t turn away with a blush like Gamso. He slid his body on the chair until he was facing her fully. “You should know by now that in our culture, many will follow through when a female flirts.”
Everything in her wanted to turn around and apologize. It was rude to just walk away from someone like that, but…but no, it wasn’t. She’d told them no, and they’d ignored her.
“I’m going to make sure no other humans are opening their eyes slightly more widely than normal.” “Uh-huh. Sure. Tell Tara I said hi.”
Her armed guard had learned what cockblocking was only a few days ago, and yet she’d mastered it.
Damn, she was glad she wasn’t “you.” That person was about to have a very unpleasant day if the bulging stiff muscles of this man had anything to say about it.
The wild man closed in, and she slammed her eyes shut. This can’t be how I die.
“You know this lunatic?” Meg coughed as she fought for air. Spots danced across her vision. “Is that why you’ve all just been standing there?”
And in any case, his pretty mate was ready to spit fire at him. Some cooperation wouldn’t be the death of him. For now.
Maxu flashed his hand toward her to show her the marks once more, but she flinched. Not just with her eyes but with her whole body, as if she expected him to hit her. The growl that burst out of him at the thought had her backing down, and the acrid scent of fear hit his nose.
How had her hesitance to devote herself to a man, a stranger turned her into a cruel, selfish brat in everyone’s eyes? Their accusing stares and harsh whispers were breaking her apart little by little. The only thing keeping the tears at bay was the layer of anger she wrapped herself in.
No. She didn’t care what he liked. She hoped he hated red.
On some level, she knew he was her mate and that she’d have to acknowledge that reality sooner or later, but she couldn’t deal right now. She was too raw. Too panicked. She was a dog being backed into a corner, but this time, she wouldn’t cower and show her belly. She’d bite.
He keeps popping up in my thoughts, but not in a positive way. It’s like the connection is there, and every so often my brain just wants to remind me that he exists and that I’m in this shitty situation. It’s like I can’t not think about him or stew about him. It isn’t fun or romantic. I don’t feel like I’ve met my soulmate. I feel like I just discovered an inoperable tumor.”
“I’m a lesbian, but…I get it.”
How fucking dare he look so damn hot.
Meg slammed her lips together, only now realizing they’d been parted in awe as she watched Maxu simply exist.
When he peered back down at her, he’d placed a terrifying smile on his face, though she thought he might mean it to be reassuring.
Meg hadn’t yet had the opportunity to be offended by the little leech’s words when Maxu’s fist flashed out and connected with the man’s throat.
“I would’ve preferred to tear it out, but I assumed you’d be unhappy about that.”
“Please, let me know where you’d like me to punch him instead, and I’ll be sure to aim there next time.”
“Stop flailing, or I’ll throw you over my shoulder.” “You wouldn’t.” He shot her a dark grin. “Wouldn’t plant your pert ass right next to my face? It’s all I want to do. Just give me a reason.”
Just say something annoying so I can remember not to like being carried by you.
He was handsome and broody and handsome and willing to admit when he was wrong…and handsome.
“I don’t know what a duck is, but if I am, then so are you.”
“What are you going to do? Stalk me around the world?” “Yes,” he answered simply.
Meg knew, well, that was when I was sure no one would recognize me, wasn’t a mature response, so she held it back.
No one was on her side, and that was what really hurt and terrified her more than anything else. She’d come to this world free, thinking she finally had a say in her own life.
he was rather proud of the amount of control he’d exercised. He hadn’t murdered the man who’d insulted her, even though he’d wanted to.
No. This wasn’t cute or whatever emotion her brain was attempting to assign. This was creepy and intrusive and…sweet? No.
“I… It’s not you… I can’t be trapped again.”
“They’re…” His voice died out, and he let out a long breath before continuing. “They make you feel less out of reach. By being surrounded by your things, I can imagine I’m surrounded by you.”
She’d done this to him just by enjoying herself. In that moment, Meg felt more powerful and more in control than she had in a long time.
“There’s nothing more in the universe I want, Meg.” He used his grip to pull her toward him and ensured she met his serious gaze with a hand on her jaw. “But I can’t be gentle with you right now.”
So, did he despise admitting such private feelings to her? Or did he love it?
There was a whole new world of things he was beginning to want now, but what if she didn’t want them too? What if she still didn’t want him? What if she never did?
I’m terrified of being in a relationship with someone because I’m just now finding out who I am and if I’m with you, I might lose that again.
Meg could hear her telepathically issued, “I told you he was a good male,” as if Daunet had screamed it into her ear.
“I’m not interested in what’s good for the planet. I’m interested in what’s good for you.”
One great orgasm and I’m putty. How pathetic.
We live on a lonely planet. The way Maxu dealt with it was to not be a part of it, to isolate himself even more. I can only imagine how it may crush a male to be rejected by their mate too. It hurts when a female turns you down for marriage, but how could you cope if your fated one found you lacking as well?”
Through her amazement, a twinge of sadness ate at her. What would Maxu say about that creature?
In the past three weeks, she’d gone from abhorring the thought of having Maxu as her mate to warming to the idea to all-out daydreaming about the man.
“I think I can feel her just under the surface. Like I could recognize her if I really tried.”
