M'yote was right. These bastards were seductive. And I was as weak as any other female they encountered. But the pits of Hell never burned so fiery hot. And the look Flonn just gave me, the most loving possessive look I thought I'd ever see aside from my Wrank's loving expressions, could never come from the type of evil being M'yote described. Something seriously prejudiced was going on between these two cultures.
Flonn suddenly grew blank.
Like his thoughts flashed somewhere. Probably because he could have a my-network-neighborhood discussion with any other !Dakos brains connected to his. Fine. I could marvel at the scrolling waves of tattoos that wrapped down from his collar bones to fan out like billowing smoke across the iron of his chest while I waited.
For what? A thank you, ma'am? And he really wasn't so scary. The only thing dangerous about him was his pied-piper ability to steal away with the universe's women aside from his hulking muscular mass he could easily use to break someone's neck. And said mass was calling to my palm. I slid both of mine down his succulent flesh—real skin capable of responding to my touch as he leaned into the heel of my hand. Did he taste like a loaded baked potato that complemented his ribeye kiss?
But I kept myself together, stroking his chest while his hard shaft and firm grip on my hips held me in place.
Thank goodness I maintained some sort of semblance of self-control, just fantasizing about the hill of a pectoral that I could wrap my hand around wasn't enough. Hell, I tested the thought.
He felt as beautiful as he looked. Powerful. And there was a little something all-consuming about the time we almost spent holding each other while he had his little private blank-faced discussion.
He blinked, locking his emerald green gaze back on mine. “We need to dress.” His grip at my hips carefully lowered me to the ground, while his presence inside me sadly slipped away.
I couldn't move my legs though.
The biggest grin of awareness split his farm-boy mask.
That's what he reminded me of—a country boy. One who realized he'd fucked me to the point I couldn't move my legs. I guess I'd have to just blurt the news. “I can't get my legs to work. Did you break me?"
He swung me into his arms and descended into a crouch, plucking my shirt from the stone floor, handing the rumpled black leather over. “Dress, Theone."
"How do you know my name?"
"We've scanned The Savior's database. I know everything there is to know about you."
My intuition kicked in as a sinking feeling in my gut warning something devastating had just been noted.
Long before I thought a curse. “Everything?” I tried to act naive.
"It didn't tell us you'd make the perfect mate. Soft,” he petted my inner thigh with the stroke of a thumb. “Accommodating,” he purred like an enormous satisfied lion and gazed deeply into my eyes with an all-knowing gleam. “So pleasant."
Oh no. Besides Earth girls being easy, they seemed pretty nice to my big !Dakos warrior. How many more females did these cyborgs need? Hopefully Goro remove all scraps of information about Earth's location from The Savior's database. Just in case. Because an army of these guys descending upon Earth meant Earth girls are screwed. Literally.
Flonn just stared into his mate's pale blue eyes where he could see thoughts, almost worry, danced in her mind. Worry? Not fear of becoming my mate. The pheromones would snuff that trepidation. Something else bothered her. Maybe she wanted more sex. I'd have to lead her straight to my personal quarters after the Council pitted the Prall brothers against each other in the arena. And maybe she realized I couldn't control myself and took her in the passageway. At least, there were no warriors present to witness my weakness, now with the spectacle in the arena.
Theone shot me a genuine smile.
Beautiful. My huv'ria , my soul, was so attractive. So mine. Rarely did a young !Dakos warrior earn the luxury of a
Flonn suddenly grew blank.
Like his thoughts flashed somewhere. Probably because he could have a my-network-neighborhood discussion with any other !Dakos brains connected to his. Fine. I could marvel at the scrolling waves of tattoos that wrapped down from his collar bones to fan out like billowing smoke across the iron of his chest while I waited.
For what? A thank you, ma'am? And he really wasn't so scary. The only thing dangerous about him was his pied-piper ability to steal away with the universe's women aside from his hulking muscular mass he could easily use to break someone's neck. And said mass was calling to my palm. I slid both of mine down his succulent flesh—real skin capable of responding to my touch as he leaned into the heel of my hand. Did he taste like a loaded baked potato that complemented his ribeye kiss?
But I kept myself together, stroking his chest while his hard shaft and firm grip on my hips held me in place.
Thank goodness I maintained some sort of semblance of self-control, just fantasizing about the hill of a pectoral that I could wrap my hand around wasn't enough. Hell, I tested the thought.
He felt as beautiful as he looked. Powerful. And there was a little something all-consuming about the time we almost spent holding each other while he had his little private blank-faced discussion.
He blinked, locking his emerald green gaze back on mine. “We need to dress.” His grip at my hips carefully lowered me to the ground, while his presence inside me sadly slipped away.
I couldn't move my legs though.
The biggest grin of awareness split his farm-boy mask.
That's what he reminded me of—a country boy. One who realized he'd fucked me to the point I couldn't move my legs. I guess I'd have to just blurt the news. “I can't get my legs to work. Did you break me?"
He swung me into his arms and descended into a crouch, plucking my shirt from the stone floor, handing the rumpled black leather over. “Dress, Theone."
"How do you know my name?"
"We've scanned The Savior's database. I know everything there is to know about you."
My intuition kicked in as a sinking feeling in my gut warning something devastating had just been noted.
Long before I thought a curse. “Everything?” I tried to act naive.
"It didn't tell us you'd make the perfect mate. Soft,” he petted my inner thigh with the stroke of a thumb. “Accommodating,” he purred like an enormous satisfied lion and gazed deeply into my eyes with an all-knowing gleam. “So pleasant."
Oh no. Besides Earth girls being easy, they seemed pretty nice to my big !Dakos warrior. How many more females did these cyborgs need? Hopefully Goro remove all scraps of information about Earth's location from The Savior's database. Just in case. Because an army of these guys descending upon Earth meant Earth girls are screwed. Literally.
Flonn just stared into his mate's pale blue eyes where he could see thoughts, almost worry, danced in her mind. Worry? Not fear of becoming my mate. The pheromones would snuff that trepidation. Something else bothered her. Maybe she wanted more sex. I'd have to lead her straight to my personal quarters after the Council pitted the Prall brothers against each other in the arena. And maybe she realized I couldn't control myself and took her in the passageway. At least, there were no warriors present to witness my weakness, now with the spectacle in the arena.
Theone shot me a genuine smile.
Beautiful. My huv'ria , my soul, was so attractive. So mine. Rarely did a young !Dakos warrior earn the luxury of a
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