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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.
“My body had a response the same way it does when I see a cheese curd double bacon burger on the menu. I may like it, but it doesn’t mean it’s healthy for me to eat. You are exactly the type of man I don’t want.”
“Where are you going?” she called after him. “The doctor.” Maxu held up his injured hand without turning to look back at Daunet. “Need to make sure my vaccinations protect me against rabid humans.”
“You don’t like being told what to do?” “No.” “Or controlled, I imagine?” “No,” he growled again. Buzzing in his head from the mott and his fatigue had his temper pulsing under the surface rather than flaring to life. Maybe that was why this human wasn’t scrambling away. “That makes sense. I believe Meg feels the same way. It could be why she didn’t fall upon your cock when you showed up, made a scene, and told her she belonged to you.”
He’d only just met her, yet the fire in her soul called to him on a level surpassing his mating instinct. He wanted to stoke those flames, bask in them.
“She’s the other half of my soul! Formal introductions are trivial.” Rita chuckled. “I would have thought you’d be eager to know the other half of your soul.”
Tara snorted. “Do I replay old fights in my head and torture myself over how I should have done them differently? I’m a woman. Of course I do.” The other women in the group chuckled.
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 couldn’t help it. He insulted you.” “So you crushed his windpipe?” She wheezed out a laugh. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him shrug. “I would’ve preferred to tear it out, but I assumed you’d be unhappy about that.”
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.
“Well, to me something impractical serves no good purpose.” He cleared his throat. “I watched you walk away from me several times tonight, and I can tell you from where I was standing, they served a very useful purpose.”
He had a temper. In all honesty, so did she. He was handsome and broody and handsome and willing to admit when he was wrong…and handsome.
“You’re an odd duck, aren’t you?” With one smooth step, he invaded her bubble again. His head dipped, and he brushed his cheek against hers, pointedly inhaling. Tingles broke out over her scalp, her breaths shallow. “I don’t know what a duck is, but if I am, then so are you.” His hot breath brushed over her ear.
“I said I wouldn’t force you home with me. I didn’t say anything about leaving you.” His tone was firm, gruff. “You’re my mate. I’m not going to let you out of my sight.”
“What are you going to do? Stalk me around the world?” “Yes,” he answered simply.
The small twinge of guilt she felt at having tranqued Maxu couldn’t compare to the lightness her temporary freedom brought her.
“You didn’t eat your food before.” So he had been watching her a minute ago. Just much more covertly than she’d watched him. “Being stalked from city to city makes me lose my appetite.” Maxu shrugged and pulled her plate toward him with a grin. “Well, stalking makes me rather hungry. We’re a perfect pair.”
Someone sweet. Someone who gave her compliments and found flowers that matched her eyes and sent her romantic messages. That was what she wanted. Instead, she’d ended up with a temperamental demigod who did little more than growl at her, issue commands, steal her sex toys, and plow through every boundary she erected.
“They make you feel less out of reach. By being surrounded by your things, I can imagine I’m surrounded by you.”
She’d only ever been with one man, and if a six-and-a-half-foot alien mercenary with a huge dick and a raging mating instinct was warning her away, she should probably listen.
“I’ve fallen in love with you. Neither of us can die until I’ve forced you to fall in love with me too.” Inflating like a balloon, she beamed at him. “I knew I loved you the moment you chose not to torture someone for me.” He smirked. “And if I’m honest,” she rested her palm on his chest, “long before that.”
“Since the moment I breathed you in back in Vondale, I’ve found joy in the world in a way I never have before. Even in dark times, like these, I still see beauty in places it never used to be. That’s because of you.”
“It’s only fair I make up for all my greediness by devoting my life to you. You don’t just make me happy, Meg, you make me alive.”
