Page 12 of Royal Alien Mate

Her suffering affected him deeply. The sound of her sniffling as she tried to stop crying wrenched at his heart, making him want to wage war against those who had caused her sadness.

But it was Vaath and his people who were responsible for her anguish.

“You need not cry, my sweet sunshine,” he said. “If your family needs more money, I would be happy to give it. Whatever they require, you need only ask.”

“It’s not that,” she said, pulling back to meet his stare. He wiped at the tear tracks on her cheeks, wishing he could erase the sorrow that had caused them. “I’m not crying because they need more. One hundred thousand galactic credits is an exorbitant amount of money. I-I’m a bit overwhelmed by your generosity. It is unexpected. Thank you.”

“You are very welcome,” he said, pleased that she wasn’t crying out of despair. “What about their housing situation? Do they live in a safe place?”

She shook her head. “No, they don’t live in a safe area. I know they would be grateful if you relocated them somewhere safer. In fact, they have often talked about their desire to leave Zone 18 and perhaps travel to a less populated zone in North America. A place where it’s safe for my sisters to play outside.”

“I will have a delegate meet with them soon to discuss their housing preferences and allow them to select exactly where they wish to live.”

Her eyes widened. “Thank you, Vaath.” Tentatively, she placed a hand upon his chest, the first time she had willingly touched him.

Desire swept through him in heated waves, his cock thickening in his pants as his balls drew up tight.

Fluxx, he wanted to strip off her clothes, carry her to the bed, and fully claim her as his mate.

But he didn’t move. Not yet.

Instead, he continued holding her and stroking her hair. She kept her hand upon his chest, occasionally drawing her fingers up and down, enticing him with those faint caresses.

He detected the sweet yet pungent aroma of her arousal in the air and took a long inhale. His lust flamed hotter and pleasure swept through him. It was a heady feeling, knowing that she desired him, that his attraction to her wasn’t simply one-sided.

A deep sense of possession for his bride stole through him, almost murderous in its intensity.

Mine.My sweet sunshine. My human. My mate.

Chapter 9

“Are you nervous?”

Esmay peered up at Vaath as they stood next to the bed. Shewasnervous, incredibly so. Who wouldn’t be? She was about to lose her virginity to a huge blue alien, the feared Prince of Mars who had conquered Earth twenty years ago. She’d heard countless stories about him, most of them positively frightening. He was the dark avenging angel who had inflicted terror upon her planet, and now she was his bride.

And his people mated for life…

“I-I’ve never done this before,” she finally replied.

His nostrils flared and his eyes darkened with increasing lust. A low growl rumbled from his throat as he worked open the fastening on her pants. She shuddered as he began to undress her, but despite her nervousness, the aching between her thighs only mounted.

She felt breathless with desire and he’d barely touched her yet. With shaking movements, she managed to step out of her boots and socks as he finished opening the last button on her pants.

“Do not be afraid, sunshine.” He helped her out of her pants and tossed the garment to the floor. Next, he reached for the hem of her shirt. When his fingers grazed her bare stomach, she began quivering anew as yet another heated flush stole through her. “I will be gentle with you, little Esmay, and I shall endeavor to bring you nothing but pleasure.”

Her fear lessened slightly and she nodded her appreciation, praying he would keep his word. At the same time, she promised herself that no matter how sweet and gently he treated her, she wouldn’t develop any sort of affection for her mate. As he carefully removed her shirt and gazed upon her with warmth filling his eyes, she again reminded herself that he had killed thousands of her people.

He was a monster, an invader of her home planet, a heartless conqueror.

But when his lips crashed upon hers, she found it difficult to focus on his malevolent side. She couldn’t prevent the quaking pulses that raged between her thighs, nor calm the relentless pounding of her heart in her ears. His lips were firm and insistent upon hers as he kissed her, though his kiss was also achingly tender and slow, making her head swim as a sense of euphoria spread throughout her entire body.

When he finally pulled back from the kiss, she was gasping for air yet also strangely relaxed, as if the simple act of kissing had settled her nerves. His eyes gleamed darker and his nostrils kept flaring as he breathed long and deep. Her face flushed, for she realized he could once more sense her arousal. She instinctively pressed her legs together, though she doubted it would help.

She eyed his clothing, trying to decide if she should initiate undressing him. She reached for the front of his pants, then quickly lowered her hands to her sides after she glimpsed the colossal outline of the bulge encased within. All at once, her bravery fled, and she began to worry over the size of his manhood.

Exactly how large was he?

He placed a finger beneath her chin and forced her eyes to his. “I won’t hurt you, Esmay,” he said. “I promise. Now come here. I want to kiss you again.”

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