Frantor (Seven Brides for Seven Alien Brothers, #6)

by Honey Phillips

“Are you coming?” And at the sound of her voice, he did, his seed erupting in great creamy spurts that splashed across his stomach and chest as his body shuddered helplessly. He was still gasping for breath when she spoke again.

“You are a very stubborn woman, aren’t you, Florie?” “Yes, I am. I’ve found that it’s the only way to get what I want.”

“All right. I’ll go take a bath, all by myself.” She was halfway to the bathroom when she turned and gave him a teasing look over her shoulder. “I just hope I don’t slip while I’m all alone in there.” “Sweetheart…” He took a half-step towards her before he stopped and shook his head, his mouth curving. “I’m sure you will be just fine.”

“Did you abduct her too?” His face hardened. “I did not, just as Frantor did not take you.” “Great. Some alien Santa decided to go around gifting women to all of you.”

“Fine.” “I am now acquainted enough with human females to understand that that word does not actually signify agreement.”

“I will accompany you,” Drakkar said, then raised an eyebrow at Nelly. “Unless you do not think that I will be sufficient protection?” Nelly laughed. “I can’t imagine that Florie would be safer with anyone else. Except Artek, of course,” she added loyally.