Page 197 of Stars in Aura

He smirked, hands tightening on her waist. ‘Good.’

Then, in a burred timbre, he added, ‘Your father already gave me his blessing for your hand.’

Issa blinked, pulling back hard. ‘Wait, what?’

Ki’Remi tilted his head, a gleam of pure mischief in his dark eyes. ‘You think I’d just take you without asking?’

A warm flush spread over her skin, equal parts shock and pleasure. ‘Zephyr approved?’

‘I believe his exact words were,’ Ki’Remi’s voice deepened, mimicking her father’s measured, timbred tone, ‘We Sacrans mate for eternity, mind.’

She laughed out loud. ‘You imitate him so well.’

Yet as she spoke, Issa’s stomach flipped.

Eternity.

The idea sent a tangle of emotions curling through her.

She exhaled. ‘Let’s discuss commitment someday soon, Sableman.’

Her man arched one brow. ‘That train has long left the station,kidaya.’

‘Nada. I get to have a say on how and when. While I love the notion, having two Alpha men decide my future is not my jam,kinai.’

His mouth quirked even as his eyes raked over her stubborn jaw and the flames threatening in her eyes. ‘Sawa, have it your way for now.’

She simmered down, then planted a lingering, sensual kiss on his mouth. ‘First things first. Let me move in, then we can discuss marriage soon.’

Ki’Remi arched a brow, unimpressed. ‘You know the first part of that sentence makes our eternal union a foregone conclusion, at least for me? Regardless, woman, do you promise?’

‘I promise.’

His smirk deepened, voice turning husky. ‘Because we Sablemen like to wife our women.’

‘Nada, I’d have never guessed it.’

Her mocking tone turned to whimpers of pleasure as he took her mouth, his thick fingers sliding between her legs and her waiting wetness.

After they landed on Eden II, they swung by her suite of rooms in his skimmer to pick her clothes up.

While he waited in her tiny living area, she dashed into her bed area behind a curtain and threw things together into the appropriate storage containment.

Then she rolled out.

That was when Issa saw the realization set in Ki‘Remi’s eyes.

‘Sorry, not sorry, but I lied.’

‘Woman, you told a bald-faced whopper,’ he groaned.

Because she did not just have two suitcases.

She’d packed a dozen.

Somehow, every single one of them was overflowing.

‘This isn’t packing, Elaris,’ Ki’Remi muttered as he hauled the last trunk into his sleek, modern flyer. ‘This is a takeover.’

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