and timid little creature from his world with her petite stature and her shy, hesitant behavior. He certainly wanted to cuddle and pet her until she purred for him.
Lord of Life, she smelled so good .
She smelled like his.
The faint thump of her heartbeat increased as she examined his face, trying to keep her expression impassive, but failing miserably. He could easily read both her passion and her uncertainty. When her hand cupped his cheek he couldn’t help a sigh of relief, her energy calming him as no other’s could. This is what he had been searching for and not found in any of the potential brides he’d met during previous Reapings—the soul-deep recognition of his true mate.
“Well, you look like you’ve recovered,” she murmured in a husky voice then cleared her throat. “I’m afraid I don’t have any shirts that will fit you.”
When her gaze strayed down his face to his exposed chest her arousal deepened, making him desperate to seduce her. Throttling back his lust was difficult, but he had to take things slowly with his little Earth woman. Mary, Matriarch of the Scout who had spoken before the council, had lectured the Warriors going to Earth on how to seduce human women. She’d urged them to take things as slow as they could, not to rush it for fear of scaring away their bride. If they proclaimed their undying love for a woman the moment they met her, an Earth female would consider them mentally deficient, no matter how true it was.
“You have the softest skin,” he said in a voice barely above a growl.
She blinked up at him and her scent cooled a touch. “Um, thanks.”
With that, she stepped away from him, and he tried to figure out why complimenting her would repulse rather than attract. Did the women of this planet not enjoy hearing how they affected a man? Did they not want their mate to appreciate them? He needed to get her mind back on her attraction to him.
Gently clasping her hand he pulled it down his cheek, over his neck, and to his chest, letting it rest over the heart that now belonged to her. “See, my skin is much tougher than yours.”
She stared at where her small hand rested above his heart and he looked down as well, enjoying the contrast of her creamy skin against his own dark bronze tone. “Do you get spray tanned?”
The immediate flush that went from her neck to her hairline made him grin. “What is that?”
“I’m not sure what the word would be in your language. It’s like a thing people do to make their skin darker.” She glanced up into his eyes then back to her palm on his chest again. “Usually you only find your hair and eye color on really pale people.”
His little bride was far too observant. “This is the way I was born, Casey. No artificial enhancements.”
Well that wasn’t entirely true. He had plenty of enhancements that heightened his sight, his hearing, his strength, and his endurance. All things a Warrior needed to survive. There were also small crystal chips embedded in his brain that allowed him to boost his psychic powers and connect with his men over long distances. Right now he was in contact with his friend Cormac who waited near Casey’s house in case he was needed.
She bit her pretty pink lower lip when he began to gently caress her hand. “Wow, you sure lucked out in the genetic lottery.”
It took him a moment to process her words and he smiled. “You find me attractive?”
Her response came out in a whisper. “Very.”
Both his pride and his cock hardened further at her response, the ultra-sensitive nerves of the pleasure ridges swelling along his shaft. “I find you very attractive as well.”
Once again she seemed to find his compliment offensive and tried to pull her hand away from his chest. “Don’t bullshit me.”
Utterly baffled he stared down at her. “Why would I make a bull shit on you?”
She gaped up at him, then giggled. “Sorry, it’s a slang saying in America. It means don’t lie to me.”
He
Lord of Life, she smelled so good .
She smelled like his.
The faint thump of her heartbeat increased as she examined his face, trying to keep her expression impassive, but failing miserably. He could easily read both her passion and her uncertainty. When her hand cupped his cheek he couldn’t help a sigh of relief, her energy calming him as no other’s could. This is what he had been searching for and not found in any of the potential brides he’d met during previous Reapings—the soul-deep recognition of his true mate.
“Well, you look like you’ve recovered,” she murmured in a husky voice then cleared her throat. “I’m afraid I don’t have any shirts that will fit you.”
When her gaze strayed down his face to his exposed chest her arousal deepened, making him desperate to seduce her. Throttling back his lust was difficult, but he had to take things slowly with his little Earth woman. Mary, Matriarch of the Scout who had spoken before the council, had lectured the Warriors going to Earth on how to seduce human women. She’d urged them to take things as slow as they could, not to rush it for fear of scaring away their bride. If they proclaimed their undying love for a woman the moment they met her, an Earth female would consider them mentally deficient, no matter how true it was.
“You have the softest skin,” he said in a voice barely above a growl.
She blinked up at him and her scent cooled a touch. “Um, thanks.”
With that, she stepped away from him, and he tried to figure out why complimenting her would repulse rather than attract. Did the women of this planet not enjoy hearing how they affected a man? Did they not want their mate to appreciate them? He needed to get her mind back on her attraction to him.
Gently clasping her hand he pulled it down his cheek, over his neck, and to his chest, letting it rest over the heart that now belonged to her. “See, my skin is much tougher than yours.”
She stared at where her small hand rested above his heart and he looked down as well, enjoying the contrast of her creamy skin against his own dark bronze tone. “Do you get spray tanned?”
The immediate flush that went from her neck to her hairline made him grin. “What is that?”
“I’m not sure what the word would be in your language. It’s like a thing people do to make their skin darker.” She glanced up into his eyes then back to her palm on his chest again. “Usually you only find your hair and eye color on really pale people.”
His little bride was far too observant. “This is the way I was born, Casey. No artificial enhancements.”
Well that wasn’t entirely true. He had plenty of enhancements that heightened his sight, his hearing, his strength, and his endurance. All things a Warrior needed to survive. There were also small crystal chips embedded in his brain that allowed him to boost his psychic powers and connect with his men over long distances. Right now he was in contact with his friend Cormac who waited near Casey’s house in case he was needed.
She bit her pretty pink lower lip when he began to gently caress her hand. “Wow, you sure lucked out in the genetic lottery.”
It took him a moment to process her words and he smiled. “You find me attractive?”
Her response came out in a whisper. “Very.”
Both his pride and his cock hardened further at her response, the ultra-sensitive nerves of the pleasure ridges swelling along his shaft. “I find you very attractive as well.”
Once again she seemed to find his compliment offensive and tried to pull her hand away from his chest. “Don’t bullshit me.”
Utterly baffled he stared down at her. “Why would I make a bull shit on you?”
She gaped up at him, then giggled. “Sorry, it’s a slang saying in America. It means don’t lie to me.”
He
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