Page 6 of Secretly Mated To My Monster Alien Boss
Kiara hadn’t pried then, but she was about to now.
“Why on Earth would Deruzia send contraband to our party?” She stood up on her heels and leaned over the desk, scanning the lid. It had a weird symbol on it, like a snake with wings. The crate didn’t rattle, so it didn’t have a beast inside it, at least. “Alien Inc. is one of the biggest, most profitable intergalactic companies. Deruzians have invested in it. Hell, they’re coming over tomorrow to invest some more.”
“And they’ll keep on investing if we play by their rules,” he bit out.
“I won’t have this–” She flailed her palm at the crate. A nice, intricate crate, but stilla crate. But if Deryg was concerned, so was she. She trusted his instincts. “–ruin our event. What’s inside it?”
“Alcohol.”
Kiara stopped gesturing, the fight leaving her. She raised her brows. “Alcohol?”
Deryg growled in acknowledgement.
“That’s what’s going to ruin Deruzians’ future on Earth?” Kiara fell back on the soles of her feet, heels clicking against the blue-flecked Deruzian marble. The panic that had been slowly bubbling inside her dwindled, replaced with confusion. “Since when do we have a problem with drinks at our events? I have a hundred bottles of vodka coming in for the Whinsk aliens.”
Which was an odd request, since Whinsks were apparently small enough to fit inside Kiara’s palm, but one couldn’t argue with another species’ tastes.
“It’s not that kind of drink. It’s a potent blend meant to bend the mind and the senses of some very unlucky souls.” Deryg grabbed the sides of the lid and yanked it open. “It shouldn’t–”
The lid fell from his hands. Deryg’s eyes widened as he took a cautious step back. He looked at the crate as if a monster was about to pop up. “One of the bottles broke.”
“Oh?” Kiara peered inside again. Five plump bottles with winding necks lay inside, amongst shattered purple glass. She inhaled the syrupy, enticing scent. “It isn’t that bad, we can throw–”
The rest of the words died on her lips as an overwhelming feeling took hold of her, slithering deep inside her. Whatever was in that alcohol, it had traveled up her nose, zapped into herbrain, and snaked all the way through her body, settling between her legs.
Shethrobbedwith sudden need.
“God,” she murmured as she braced herself against the desk.
Her muscles tensed. Her knees shook. Her skin was on fire. She had to rip her blouse and skirt from her body or she’d combust. She wanted a cold, soft feeling against her. Rubbing. Touching. Licking.
Kiara clenched her jaw to keep from moaning. She was already wet, and could feel her bra rubbing against her nipples.
She was more turned on than she’d ever been in her life.
Why?
She chanced a glance at Deryg, too many questions on the tip of her tongue. But once she got a glimpse of him, she was lost.
He’d retreated against the window, his large hands gripping onto the windowsill until his fingers turned ghastly white.
His face was taught.
Tense.
Alien.
His eyes burned straight into her, like he wanted to devour her whole, and the only thing keeping him from sweeping her into his arms was a resolve that was slowly crumbling.
He was breathing heavily, transfixed on her.
He gulped, lips parting. As soon as Kiara saw a hint of his fangs, a fresh wave of desire hit her.
There was no stopping the moan that soared up her throat. She tried covering it with a cough, but from the way Deryg groaned, deep and raspy, he’d heard it–and he’d liked it.
What the hell was going on?
She’d never wanted Deryg, not like that. Was he hot? Yes, like molten lava. But Kiara hadn’t been attracted to him.
