She munched on it and narrowed her eyes pensively. “That makes a lot more sense than what humans are doing on Earth, to be fair.”
“It does,” I agreed. “This money and work thing is nonsense. People should not have to—buy their life. Or poison.”
A small, genuine smile stretched her lips and I could swear my heart stalled. That was it. The most beautiful thing I have ever seen.
I gave her the last piece of meat and waited as she ate it like it was a rare delicacy. My mate had been starving all her life. I would make sure she never missed on anything ever again.
“Do you want more food?”
Her smile widened and she shook her head.What does it mean?
“No, I’m good,” she said at my—once again—obvious confusion. “I’m tired, though.”
I rose to my feet and leaned over her, picking each of her arms to place them on my shoulders before sliding my hands beneath her thighs.
She gasped as I straightened up, pulling her off the cushioned seat and up against my chest.
“Wha-what are you doing?”
“Time for sleep.”
Five days. I could do it.
As I walked toward the smaller room at the back of the house, I kept repeating it to myself. I could share a bed with her and wait. Wait until fucking her would bring herpleasure and not pain. Damn heats coming only once everytwenty-eightdays!
But I would not let my needs and desires win. I could be patient and wait for the heat to start. For her to crave me back. For her arousal to come.
She would be mine soon enough.
9
Oh shit…did I just flash my ass to my husband?
Melanie
To be honest, if my grandmother wasn’t alone on Earth or even had some money to survive, I would have considered staying here. Although I knew my green husband likely only cared about me because of what I could give him, his world made a lot more sense than mine.
And I couldn’t deny that, for some reasons, I found that horned man incredibly attractive. A shudder racked my body when his hands adjusted me against his chest during the short walk between the living room area to the bed. My thighs were closed in a tight grip at his sides, legs too short to fully cross behind his back.
I was both relieved and sad when he sat me on the edge of the bed and stepped away to kneel at my feet. The sight of him there, grabbing my calf to place my toes on his collarbone while his eyes never left mine did things to my body that I wasn’t ready to acknowledge. With deftly fingers, Ghauro unhooked the long, swirling golden piece circling my whole leg starting at my ankle, carefully pulling it off. Every time his touch lingered on my skin, it sent a wave of arousal through me and made my core clench.
Good thing the long silky fabric of my outfit fell right between my legs, or he would have seen the wetness pooling there. How humiliating it would be if my husband found out so soon that I was desperate for his touch. We only got married hours ago, and this whole thing was some sort of reproductive arrangement. I shouldn’t want this man to fuck me so badly.
Ghauro placed the golden piece on the floor next to him and straightened up between my thighs, catching my hand in his and sliding the other up to my upper arm to carefully remove the armlet.
My breath hitched in my throat when his head tilted to the side, his strong nose brushing against mine.
“I did not get the chance to tell you,” he breathed out, warm air hitting my lips. “You looked beautiful in your ceremonial garment.”
All the air was stuck in my lungs. “I did?”
He didn’t answer and pulled back an inch, his eyes falling on my breasts. For some reason, his eyes seemed to drift there a lot. Probably still confused about the fact that, unlike the female of his species, they weren’t empty and only round when I had children. Maybe it made my body strange to him and he found it repulsive…
His finger trailed down the column of my neck and along my sternum until it reached the gold arched piece circling my ribs and securing the fabric under my breasts. Our gaze met again and with a flick of his fingers, it loosened and he took it off to place it on the ground with the others.
Our foreheads met again and he pushed against mine tentatively. I pushed back, unsure of what he was expecting but not ready to concede.Concede what?How was I somehow aware that this simple act meant more than just a touch?
The corner of his lips tilted up in a small smile as he gave one last playful push before he pulled back, hands finding the delicate chains holding the two pieces of fabric together at my hips. The thin golden chain fell and his eyes flared at the whimper that came out of my throat.
