Rescued By Tordin: Olodian Alien Warrior Romance by Mychal Daniels Page A
Authors: Mychal Daniels
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the arousal he wrought within her. She prayed he couldn’t tell how he affected her, but judging by the look on his face, he knew full well.
Don’t be a punk. Toughen up and shake the man’s hand.
With bravery she knew she borrowed from somewhere else, she stuck her hand out to shake his. When he took her hand, enveloping it into his own massive one and covering it with his other, she knew it was over.
Sparks.
White hot sparks of electricity, fast and furious, raced through her body, igniting her every nerve. The overwhelming flood of sensations was too much. She wanted to snatch her hand away and at the same time run into his arms and attempt to climb into him. It hurt, and it felt like the best thing she’d ever experienced. She held on until she couldn’t any longer.
No, no, no, not again, she thought with desperation.
Everything was closing in as if the inky black void of outer space was seeping into the room, threatening to overtake her as well. She couldn’t give in to it. She had so many questions. Why did he of all people or aliens have this effect on her?
Everything faded to black.
----
H e couldn’t deny it any longer. The unction was real. He’d tested it, and it was proven to be true.
Knowing the customs of Earth, he’d extended his right hand to greet her to establish the first touch while they were both in a conscious state. He noticed how she’d hesitated but didn’t deny the offer of introduction. When they touched, the connection was too powerful to resist. The spike of pure, potent, powerful passion that flooded him must have transferred into her, causing her to faint. She was his receiver in this unction. He knew it. She would receive, magnify, grow and nurture anything he gave her to the best outcome for both of them.
He had to process this. This was the moment his years of logical existence collided with the metaphysical, mystical magic of the Creator Goddess, and he was elated. The unction was real, and Kyra was proof of it.
“Thank you, Goddess, I’ll never doubt you again,” he whispered and looked down at the small Terrain before him.
She was in his arms, albeit slumped in unconsciousness, but in his arms just the same. How long had he looked at her in this same state of sleep while she recovered in the Healing Section, longing and wondering? They’d shared the Goddess’ spark. It had been strong and sure, too. Kyra, passed out in his arms, was proof of it.
Kyra . He loved the sound of her name. He inspected many of Earth’s records and found that it meant Sun . She was a sun—a super star in the truest sense. Aptly named, she had already started to shine bright in his once darkened existence.
Kyra was also his Sun.
What did the Goddess have in store for this small Terrain? How would she change his life and possibly his world?
Tordin looked at the most beautiful female he’d ever encountered and thanked the Goddess again for her exquisitely perfect gift. Was she sent here only to help him with his mission? Or dare he even hope… was she to be his mate as well?
He lifted her up into his arms and strode over to the lounging area. He didn’t want to put her down or ever stop touching her. This small being had invaded his thoughts and dreams for so long. They’d shared dream journeys, which was unusual in itself, but to also have the unction connecting them was the rarest of gifts.
Before their actual meeting, he did everything to deny their connection, using plausible logic to explain it all away. But this occurrence was too much to dismiss, especially now that they’d touched. He wanted her like his next breath. Yes, that was it—he wanted her so much more now that he’d had a chance to touch her while she was conscious. The spark had been ignited, and he wanted to pursue her to the fullest, but he owed her his honor and word. She was under his protection, and he would obey his own mandate. He’d do it even if he had to stay away from her.
His conscience
Don’t be a punk. Toughen up and shake the man’s hand.
With bravery she knew she borrowed from somewhere else, she stuck her hand out to shake his. When he took her hand, enveloping it into his own massive one and covering it with his other, she knew it was over.
Sparks.
White hot sparks of electricity, fast and furious, raced through her body, igniting her every nerve. The overwhelming flood of sensations was too much. She wanted to snatch her hand away and at the same time run into his arms and attempt to climb into him. It hurt, and it felt like the best thing she’d ever experienced. She held on until she couldn’t any longer.
No, no, no, not again, she thought with desperation.
Everything was closing in as if the inky black void of outer space was seeping into the room, threatening to overtake her as well. She couldn’t give in to it. She had so many questions. Why did he of all people or aliens have this effect on her?
Everything faded to black.
----
H e couldn’t deny it any longer. The unction was real. He’d tested it, and it was proven to be true.
Knowing the customs of Earth, he’d extended his right hand to greet her to establish the first touch while they were both in a conscious state. He noticed how she’d hesitated but didn’t deny the offer of introduction. When they touched, the connection was too powerful to resist. The spike of pure, potent, powerful passion that flooded him must have transferred into her, causing her to faint. She was his receiver in this unction. He knew it. She would receive, magnify, grow and nurture anything he gave her to the best outcome for both of them.
He had to process this. This was the moment his years of logical existence collided with the metaphysical, mystical magic of the Creator Goddess, and he was elated. The unction was real, and Kyra was proof of it.
“Thank you, Goddess, I’ll never doubt you again,” he whispered and looked down at the small Terrain before him.
She was in his arms, albeit slumped in unconsciousness, but in his arms just the same. How long had he looked at her in this same state of sleep while she recovered in the Healing Section, longing and wondering? They’d shared the Goddess’ spark. It had been strong and sure, too. Kyra, passed out in his arms, was proof of it.
Kyra . He loved the sound of her name. He inspected many of Earth’s records and found that it meant Sun . She was a sun—a super star in the truest sense. Aptly named, she had already started to shine bright in his once darkened existence.
Kyra was also his Sun.
What did the Goddess have in store for this small Terrain? How would she change his life and possibly his world?
Tordin looked at the most beautiful female he’d ever encountered and thanked the Goddess again for her exquisitely perfect gift. Was she sent here only to help him with his mission? Or dare he even hope… was she to be his mate as well?
He lifted her up into his arms and strode over to the lounging area. He didn’t want to put her down or ever stop touching her. This small being had invaded his thoughts and dreams for so long. They’d shared dream journeys, which was unusual in itself, but to also have the unction connecting them was the rarest of gifts.
Before their actual meeting, he did everything to deny their connection, using plausible logic to explain it all away. But this occurrence was too much to dismiss, especially now that they’d touched. He wanted her like his next breath. Yes, that was it—he wanted her so much more now that he’d had a chance to touch her while she was conscious. The spark had been ignited, and he wanted to pursue her to the fullest, but he owed her his honor and word. She was under his protection, and he would obey his own mandate. He’d do it even if he had to stay away from her.
His conscience
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