Page 90 of Wanted By the Alien Warden

“Are you jealous?”

“Yes,” I growled miserably.

“You shouldn’t be.” Her lips brushed mine. “Because he’s not the warden I’ve fallen in love with.”

Love.The word lit small fires inside me. I wanted to shelter them. Afraid that even the smallest wind would blow them out. Make all of this less real.

“I was about to tell you that,” Tasha whispered. “When we were out in the shed. I was literally right about to do it when… Well, you know what happened.”

“You love me?”

“I do.”

“And you’ll marry me?”

“I will.”

Glorious elation. Like pure sunlight in my veins.

Like Tasha’s hair in my hands.

“But your life on Elora Station. Your career,” I said, remembering with a sinking heart why this never would have worked.

All the things she had worked so hard for. All the things she treasured.

Even as I said the words to remind her of what she really loved, my tail was tightening around her waist, as if to keep her here even if her own better judgment tried to make her go.

“I don’t want that life anymore.” Her eyes were calm. Clear. And so brilliant. “I don’t think I ever really did. It’s been empty for a long, long time. But here, with you…” She took my left hand in both of hers. “It doesn’t feel empty now. Oh! And I still have my career! I’ve been allowed to continue my work from Zabria Prinar One. I might have to travel to Elora Station every once in a while, like to meet the next batch of brides, but otherwise…”

“Otherwise?”

“Otherwise, I’ll be here. I’m staying.”

“Don’t… Don’t tease me, Tasha,” I begged her. “I know I lied to you when I kept things from you before, and I am so, so sorryfor that now. But if I find out you’re not being truthful with me now… Blazes, I think that it will break me.”

“No more lies,” she whispered. “What’s between us, Tenn? It’s the truest thing I’ve ever known.” Her mouth was a breath from mine. Emotion infused her voice when she added, “I’ve already seen you broken once. Never again.”

And then, she was doing that kiss thing again, the thing I’d fantasized about dozens of times since we’d first tried it. Her lips a silken slide over mine. She sighed into my mouth, her entire body relaxing.

I, however, was not relaxed. Desire slammed into me like a bracku, like a boulder, like the lethal weight of a falling beam. Within moments, I was rock-hard, my cock straining. Blood rushed, surged, swelled.

Groaning, I opened my mouth, desperate for more of her. Her little gasp, like I’d somehow caught her by surprise, pleased me more than I would have thought possible. Between my tail and my one good arm, I moved her until she was no longer lying against me but straddling my lap. I broke from the kiss, looking right into her face, making sure she saw me, making sure she knew, as I ground my hard cock upwards against her backside.

“Holy…” she breathed. “That nano-medicine has really helped with the blood flow.”

If anyone was an example of excellent blood flow right now, it was Tasha. Hot crimson bloomed in her cheeks.

And she was so lovely. So painfully, perfectly sweet. Above me in the sunshine, her face flushed, her lips damp and slightly swollen. Swollen because I had made them that way with my own.

Raising my left hand, I dragged my knuckles along the curve of her cheek. Her expression became pinched, then crumpled. She turned her face into my hand and kissed the palm.

I let her have my hand for a moment. But just a moment. I only had the one hand available, and I had many tasks for it to complete.

Starting with taking down her hair.

My fingers slipped around to the back of her head. One by one, I began to pull out the pins. She remained still, watching me, letting me do it. By the time I was finished, I was rocking rhythmically against her, rutting upwards as her hair sluiced down.

“Let me see the rest of you,” I breathed.

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