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Something in her broke a little at that realization. She cared more about this iPod than she did about anything else in this house, including Jeremy.
Numb. She’d grown so damn numb to the world. It was the only way to survive, really. If she let any of her disappointment in, it would bury her.
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.
For some inexplicable reason, his shaft stiffened in his trousers. The scent of sun-warmed nectar and sweet spice pulsed through the air now, overwhelming his mind and weakening his knees.
“Oh, wow, they are! Do you think they glued them on there, or do they have feathers on their feet?” “The people of Cribus decorate their feet to be fashionable.”
How would humans feel learning about other planets? They’ll go apeshit and point missiles into space.
It was like someone had taken clouds, blue sky, and muscle and sculpted them into a perfect man.
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.” Lucy straightened a bit. His tone wasn’t playful, but it wasn’t angry either. “Promises, promises,” she muttered into her glass.
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.
Run, little mate. Make me chase you.
He’d bend for no one, especially not a little spitfire wrapped in lush curves who refused to grasp the way this world worked.
“I may be rough, Meg, but I will never strike you.” Her lashes fluttered, her gaze bouncing between his eyes. “Never.”
“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.”
“Meg. Will you face me?” Her jaw tightened. Was he asking? Calmly? “Please.” She could almost feel the effort it had taken him to push that one word out.
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.”
Daunet only smiled at her helplessly. “Meg, you’re being stubborn. You told the Queen that you’d accept your mate if someone recognized you.” Meg knew, well, that was when I was sure no one would recognize me, wasn’t a mature response, so she held it back.
“What are you doing here?” she hissed as she stomped over to his table. A few nearby patrons shot looks toward her. Without glancing up, Maxu grinned. “I’m researching the human clitoris.” His cheerful announcement was loud enough for the whole restaurant to hear. Meg’s brain short-circuited.
She took a sip of the water and choked, nearly spitting it out. It was water this time. Salt water. She wanted to ask why he’d given her a cup of ocean or criticize him for acting as if they’d both agreed to sit here and get to know each other, but talking would ruin her plan to make him frustrated enough to leave her alone, so she went back to toying with the fingers of the eating glove silently.
Meg grabbed what passed for sunglasses on Clecania. An object shaped like a headband that sat horizontally across your forehead. When it was activated, a holographic shield lowered over your eyes like a garage door coming down.
But if they had to describe her, what would they say? Meg. The girl who doesn’t know who she is. She sometimes felt like Peter Pan, except she’d wanted to grow up and just never had.
“I bet I could fuck your love into reality, little mate.”
“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.”
“Hear me, Meg,” Maxu growled. “You have no husband. You are not married. And unless you want that male found and gutted, you won’t speak another word of it.”
“What are you doing?” His brows furrowed angrily, but he didn’t try to stop her. “Searing your body into my mind so I can think of you when I fuck myself later tonight.”
The muscles in his right arm were screaming, but he refused to lower his hand. It was blocking a small portion of the sun, and he’d sooner face the Goddess’s wrath than allow the offending rays of the morning to wake his female before she was ready.
How could a man be so beautiful yet look at her with such unhinged hunger, like he wanted to devour her whole, then spit her out and fuck her senseless?
He fucked her in the moonlight until she was sore and wrung out, then used his mouth to make her come until her legs were shaking and she was kicking him away with her feet on his shoulders.
