Squirrel.
Jeez. Focus here. And not on his hard cock. Or his muscles. Or what those thick lips felt like locked onto my—
You had that already. Down girl.
He watched me like I was a puzzle he had yet to solve. Good luck with that. I’d been working on it for years.
I moved in front of him and gently guided him back toward the bed. He allowed me to move him. Good thing, because if he didn’t want to budge he was goingnowhere.
“I think you’re even taller than Max, and I didn’t think that was possible.”
“Who is Max?” His voice had an edge I chose to believe was protective and not jealousy.
“My stepdad. He’s an Atlan, too. Can you sit down, please?”
He sat quietly and watched me with that stare I was beginning to like a bit too much.
“Can you please change back into Kovo? I really need to talk to him.”
“No.”
No? Was he serious? He had to go back to normal Kovo. Didn’t he?
5
Adrian
“Kovo traitor. Lies.”
Oh, shit. What? My mind was spinning with possibilities. Kovo lied? To whom? About what? Was that what the traitor comment was about? Because he’d lied? Would the beast admit if he knew Kovo had murdered someone? Did I want to ask him? Or should I wait and discover the details once I was out of here? There had to be an explanation for all of this.
I refused to believe my unlikely—virtually impossible—reaction to this beast was a mistake. Some kind of cosmic joke. I knew my own mind. I knew what I could and could not accept in a partner. Whatever twist of fate or improbable biology that was going on between us could not be a mistake. If he were evil I would know. I wasn’t into psychic readings and Tarot cards and all that, but I did believe humans—and probably aliens—had a soul. Something bigger, and smarter, and much more aware than we were most of the time.
My soul would not be so cruel as to make me fall head-over-heels in love with a complete stranger, and then make him be what they said he was.
No. I could not accept that.
Whirling to face him, my words stuck in my throat at the sight of his hard cock leaning toward me, ready for round two. I hurried to him and grabbed the pants out of his hand. “Why didn’t you put your pants back on? I can’t think.”
“Torn.” He wrapped one hand around his cock, pumping his fist up and down to draw my attention to his—no. Not looking.Not. Looking.
Clothes. Torn. Right. He’d ripped them off his body right before he’d shoved that huge cock inside me and made me come over and over again.
With a nonchalance I wasfarfrom feeling, I arranged the pants over his hips and—other things—so that everything was appropriately hidden.
Except the bulge rising from the center of the small mound.
Hell. That was the best I could do. Now all I had to do was refrain from looking at his chest.
Screw that. Impossible.
I tracked down his shredded shirt, draped strips of it over his shoulders, gave up and yanked at the blanket on the bed. He lifted himself up enough for me to pull it out from under him. I wrapped it around his shoulders like a cape, covering as much of him as I could.
There. Much, much better. Maybe now I could think about something other than how much I wanted to take him for another ride. Maybe.
“Okay. Now will you please change back into your other self? Kovo?”
“No. Mine.”
