looked at her once again. “Now, if you are willing, we explore what remains between us.”
“Vados…” She shook her head, stepping away from him. But he didn’t let her move far. He jolted forward, rapidly consuming the distance between them, and wrapped his arm around her waist. He hauled her against him, their fronts snug, and her body reacted to him in an instant.
She didn’t become nauseated or long for a bathroom. Just the opposite.
Maris was hungry for him. Her center grew damp with her arousal and a pleasurable ache enveloped her. She wanted to be beneath him once again, to feel him inside her, and revel in his possession.
He wanted her as well. His hardness was an insistent pressure against her hip and the knowledge spurred her desire. Why did she crave him so much? They hardly knew one another. They’d shared hours together and nothing more, and yet it was as if she was destined to be his.
As he was destined to be hers. The knowledge resonated within her, solidifying itself until her mind slowly began accepting what her soul already knew.
Because you are mine…
“Vados…” She couldn’t tear her gaze from his, watching as the red of his eyes deepened and the color spread. His scales pushed his skin aside to shine in the light of the moon. His arousal and high emotions caused those physiological changes. Their presence silently told her that he ached for her.
Her mouth watered, the need to taste him riding her hard. She wanted to love him with her lips, her tongue, and her body. She wanted to leave no part of him unexplored, no part of him a stranger to her. She opened her mouth again, a plea on her lips, but it quickly transformed to a yawn.
So. Not. Sexy.
“Hush, you are exhausted. You have been in fear since our time together and heartsick because of our separation. And then this night, the males who were to keep you safe violated your trust. We can talk more in the morning. For now, rest easy knowing I am here.”
“How do you know I was heartsick?” She grumbled, but didn’t dispute his claim.
“Because I could not breathe without thinking of you.”
Oh. Okay then.
Chapter Three
Two words spun through Vados’ mind as he watched his Maris sleep.
Yes.
Safe.
Yes, it was possible to mate a human and for her to adopt Ujal traits. She could live beneath the seas with Vados.
Yes, it was safe to mate with her without monitoring.
The words repeated with each breath.
Yes.
Inhale.
Safe.
Exhale.
The longer he remained at her side, the firmer his beliefs became. She was meant to be his and his alone. He heard of other Ujals finding mates outside their race, but never considered interacting with humans in search of a match. Now he had. She was glorious, her curved body calling to him and beckoning his hands. He wanted to run his fingers through her silken hair and stare into her beautiful eyes, as he possessed her for the first time.
No, not just the first. Every time.
He first needed her agreement.
To work toward that goal, he suffered numerous burns and damage… to brew her a cup of coffee. Several times. He had seen commercials, which showed a human awakening as the liquid brewed, but Maris had yet to wake. Not with the first pot, nor the second, nor… he was on his fifth. He was tempted to “accidentally” prod her but decided against it. He was not a youngling anxious for his parents—his sire and dam —to awaken so he could partake of birthing day gifts.
He would simply be a little noisier when he made the next pot.
Vados nodded and pushed to his feet. It was a solid and not entirely dishonorable plan, which made it perfect. He strode from the room, intent on the kitchen once again, and stuttered to an abrupt stop as he was faced with visitors. He glared at the males, narrowing his eyes without any worry over censure or punishment. As far as Vados was concerned, they’d breached his female’s home—his home—and deserved whatever he deemed
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