Page 39 of Secretly Married To My Monster Alien Boss
Alissia shivered at the sound, even as a satisfied murmur passed her lips.
She raised her head slowly, a content smile on her flushed face. “I–oh my God. You’re–you’re glowing.”
Rynar’s brows furrowed. He followed her gaze to his chest as Alissia lifted her palm. Underneath, his veins pulsed golden.
No.
“It’s on your horns, too,” Alissia said in wonder.
Rynar clenched his jaw. Reluctantly, he raised the hand which had driven Alissia wild. The veins on his fingers pulsed so brightly, he could barely see his gray skin.
“Are you–are you okay?” Alissia asked, clearly concerned.
“Yes. It’s just a Deruzian reaction, don’t worry,” he said quickly.
He would worry enough for the both of them. He couldn’t think of what this meant right now. But an eerie fear was worming its way into his brain. He needed to stop thinking about it until he was calm again, not overtaken with lust. He forced a smile on his face. “You didn’t answer my question. Did you enjoy it?”
Alissia opened her mouth to answer. Before she could, a ringing from her coat startled her.
In the momentary distraction, Rynar looked long and hard at the golden veins glowing in his fingers.
The pulsing veins meant trouble. The kind of trouble which could break things between him and Alissia forever.
18
ALISSIA
Did she enjoy it?
Did she enjoy having the best orgasm of her life? Fuck yes. And why the hell hadn’t she told Rynar that immediately?
Her neurons had already been fried by said orgasm when she’d been so surprised by the whole glowing veins business. Then Damian had called, still concerned about the wedding despite Alissia’s constant assurance that she, indeed, want to get married. Plus Rynar had been in a weird state all of a sudden and Alissia didn’t quite know what to make of the whole thing.
So they’d been all smiley and awkward as they’d gotten ready for bed.
She should’ve kissed him. Or hugged him. Or just like…thanked him for the mind-melting orgasm.
Today, she’d get to touch him again, though.
It was good for a bride to be thinking about kissing her future husband on her wedding day, as she was getting ready to walk down the aisle.
Right?
But Alissia wasn’t a normal bride and this wasn’t a normal wedding.
Nobody needed to know that.
Especiallynot Damian. Alissia’s brother had been watching her like a hawk since she’d delivered the news that “hey, getting married in a few days, let’s rent you a tux”.
He’d been thrilled for the first few seconds. Then Alissia had told him she was marrying Rynar. Her boss. Her very wealthy boss, which she’d complained about on more than one occasion.
“Are you sure about this?” Damian asked for what felt like the hundredth time. They stood in the gorgeous house next to the garden where the ceremony would take place.
And for the hundredth time, Alissia lied. “Very sure.”
She fluffed up her veil and stared at herself in the antique mirror one last time. The dress was spectacular for something she’d found in a rush, on a late afternoon after work. Alissia had flown from store to store, armed with Rynar’s card–“buy any dress you want, I want you to feel as comfortable as possible on our wedding day”. But just because she had the funds didn’t mean she was going to buy any floofy monstrosity. It wasn’t her style. And definitely no reflective wedding dress, she didn’t want to beam anyone to Earth.
By the fifth store, she’d almost given up. Her beloved heels had betrayed her and dug into her big toe. She still had some glitter in her hair from brushing against one of those over-the-top dresses the shopkeeper insisted on showing her.
