Page 21 of Alien Jeopardy
I mean, I sodowant to jump his bones, but that would mean sealing the mate bond that’s already starting to form, and I don’t even know him.
He can’t want this either.
I don’t know much about the alien species besides the Suevans and the Roth, and the Draegon—or Drazox—are arguably some of the most secretive.
Maybe he was abducted too. Maybe he was forced to be here, and he doesn’t want me at all.
The thought chills some of the lava-temperature desire coursing through my veins.
I blow out a giant breath, trying to hold onto that thought, onto some semblance of sanity. Yeah, that’s it. Someone coerced him to be here, and he’s disgusted by me.
My nose crinkles at the idea of it.
Success!
Mind over matter, that’s all this is.
I toss a hand into the air, palm out, in what I hope is the literal universal signal for stop. Stop, because if he takes another step closer to me, I might just get down on my knees and beg him to fuck me.
Urgh.
That was the wrong mental image. I squeeze my eyes shut, like that will help block my stupid, stubborn brain.
Crossing one leg over the other, I try to Kegel my lust into oblivion. It turns out, however, that that’s not a thing, not at all.
At least my lady tunnel will be toned if I ever decide to open her up for business.
I manage to open one eye, and his lips are turned down into a frown, his pointy canines no longer apparent.
Good. I’m much less likely to think about how hot he is if he looks more like a human douche-knuckle.
My nose scrunches up. I don’t know what that word means.
“Dooosh nuckelle?” Ka-Rexsh asks in a plaintive tone.
My jaw drops, and then I snap my mouth shut. Amazing.
I said it out loud, and he’s repeating the shitty made-up word like some wayward alien toddler.
The urge to scream makes me clamp my molars together with a loud clack.
His eyebrows nudge up, both horns raising slightly with them.
“I’m not into this,” I hiss at him, keeping my hand palm out and shaking my head. “I didn’t ask to be put into some alien heat. I didn’t ask for a mate. For a lifetime!”
I scowl, pausing, because I did, in fact, sign up for this.
I just skipped the fine print.
“Shit,” I say, attempting to run my hand through my hair again and failing. I tug my hand out, and manage to pull a ton of loose hair out at the same time. Ew. I shake out my hand, letting the strands fall to the soft earthen ground.
Today is not my day.
A ragged sigh rips out of me.
At least whatever the Roth shot me up with when they told us where we were and showed us the paperwork we’d signed has burned off what was sure to be an unholy hangover.
“Shit,” Ka-Rexsh repeats unhelpfully.
