Page 48 of Secretly Married To My Monster Alien Boss
“Going to see the sunrise from the top of the hill,” she muttered, a soft smile tugging a corner of her lips upward.
“And what else did you mention you’d like to do as a new bride? Something that is alsoextremely romantic?”
“It was a joke.” Alissia’s laugh vibrated through the forest, straight into his chest. “Deruzians don’t do that after you get married.”
No, they consummated the mating as quickly as their witnesses managed to vacate the location, usually at the top of a sacred mountain or deep inside the blessed tunnels where their ancestors had found refuge against the elements.
As much as Rynar’s Deruzian instincts roared at him to do the same now–Damian had mentioned the forest was imposing and had acathedral feeling, and cathedrals were sacred places to humans, yes?–mating wasn’t his main concern now.
Making Alissia happy was.
It was strange.
They had fun tonight–though, technically, with the sunrise only a few short minutes away, it was already day.
They’d left their party in a whirlwind of cheers and good wishes, the drums still beating in the forest. Rynar still heard them faintly.
Everyone had a good time and he and Alissia had laughed all the way here. About anything and everything. How Nazyn and Darcy had suspiciously left for about half an hour to “look at the trees”.
The moment Maria had managed to make Yakirian eat not one, but two cupcakes she had personally baked for the desert table.
Even about how Deryg had puffed up his chest when one of the servers had leaned a bit too close to Kiara to ask her if she wanted another drink.
It had been an enjoyable night–and Rynar didn’t want it to end.
He stepped in front of Alissia as they neared a clearing. The dark blue of the sky was turning a shade of mauve, slowly lighting the tops of the trees.
“Deruzian can learn new traditions,” he said, voice lowering.
His hungry gaze roamed over her. Even in the dim light, Rynar saw a blush spreading from her chest up her neck, underneath the jewels she wore like a queen. The black dots in her eyes grew, swallowing the green, as her gaze jumped to his lips. Her small tongue darted out.
Rynar remembered what she tasted like. He was already getting hard enough to ache.
He lowered his head to capture her lips again.
There was only a breath of space between them now.
But a crunch in the distance stopped him. He froze.
“Are you okay?” Alissia asked, voice less warm than before, even as her hot breath blew across his lips. Did she sound…hurt? “If you don’t want–”
“Listen.”
Rynar pressed a lone finger in the small space between their lips, silencing them both.
It might’ve been one of those small Earthen animals that woke with the first light, still groggy after its slumber. Or simply a branch that had fallen in the wrong place.
But the sound hadn’t seemed accidental.
There it was again.
Intentional. Definitely biped.
He remembered the safety lessons before they’d stepped foot through that portal to Earth.
There were no wild monkeys on this continent.
The sound was too soft to have come from a bear.
