Nicolas: Love me Harder - Alien Paranormal Romance Read Free

thought of being burned on the inside by something other than passion kept her from experimenting with the opposite sex. She’d be willing to take her chances with him. He could pick the form.
    She licked her lips nervously. The beast disappeared and the man came back into view.
    “Are you alright?”
    “Fine, thank you. Does your animal side talk?”
    “Yes and no. I have never heard him talk out loud, but I believe he can. He simply chooses not to. He communicates mentally. I can hear him, my brothers can hear him if he needs to make contact with them and my mate can hear him.”
    Janis tried to sit up in the bed. Of course he had a mate. What women would let a male like him get away? A surge of unbidden jealousy over took her. She waited patiently knowing she would never have a man. Now this man who wasn’t a man made her want something forbidden and he had a wife.
    “I didn’t mean to take you away from your mate.”
    “I’m not mated yet. I simply meant when it happens, she will be able to talk to my animal.”
    “That would be nice. I know I would like it. Not that I think I’m your mate…”
    She gave him a goofy grin to try and cover her run away tongue. Why would she even think she could become his mate? He was like imported Belgian chocolate and she was like a dollar store candy bar. The two didn’t go together. The taunting of the girls from her youth lived in the back of her mind reminding her people with weird medical conditions didn’t get the man.
    The loud noise that shattered the silence in the room came from her stomach. It was reminding her she hadn’t eaten in days.
    “I’ll make us some breakfast. The bathroom is behind that door.” She followed his finger. “Will you be ok?”
    She nodded. He got up and left the room, leaving instructions that she was to call if she needed him.
    She waited several minutes to make sure he was gone before she let out a loud groan of pain. Her body was one big ache. She was going to feel this for weeks. Carefully, she rolled to the side of the bed before standing.
    Her knees buckled and she fell against the bed. Yeah, they had done a job on her. Where was a cane when you needed one? Slowly, she moved across the room, trying to stay on her feet.
    The bathroom mirror wasn’t her friend. Her cheeks were blotched with red. Even though she’d protected her face, they’d gotten in a lucky hit or two. The rest of her body was worse. She was black and blue from bruises and red from where she’d literally been burned by their touch.
    Her grey eyes showed her pain. Her black hair, the one thing she was actually proud of, looked like a rat’s nest. She winced, more from her actual looks now, than the pain. She’d sat in front of that gorgeous alien like this! Life was definitely not fair.
    Looking at her clothes, she realized she needed something different to wear. They were ripped and torn. They made her look like a victim of abuse. That was unacceptable even if she hadn’t been able to defend herself. There was no way she could salvage them. How was she supposed to go downstairs in front of him looking like this?
    The knock on the bathroom door pulled her out of her depressing thoughts.
    “Who is it?”
    “Nicolas. I’m going to leave some clothes in front of the door. One of my brothers’ mates dropped them off.”
    “Thank you.”
    She peeked her head out when she was sure he was gone. Grabbing the clothes, she headed to the shower to get clean.
    She closed her eyes as the warm spray rinsed some of the horror of last night away. She still needed to get back to Sampson’s, get her shopping done and get home without a repeat of last night. It may be time for her to hire a personal shopper. She quickly pushed the thought away. If she did that she would become a recluse, something she was already fighting against.
    She washed quickly, knowing her first order of business was to try and find something respectable enough she could go outside in.
    She laid