Page 63 of Secretly Mated To My Monster Alien Boss
Around Kiara, he could breathe easier.
Her searching gaze mapped out his face, before lowering to the wound on his shoulder. She raised her arm toward it, but winced.
Tonight had left them both with wounds.
“Let me help.” Deryg picked up the cloth dripping in healing ointment and placed her palm gently in his; it was so tiny, barely half the size of his.
As gently as he could, he wiped her wound with the cloth, paying close attention to every twitch in her body.
The last thing he wanted to do was cause her more pain.
At first, her fingers were stiff, even as she tried to keep her palm open. But she relaxed and softened with each soothing swipe.
A comfortable lull enveloped them. Breathing the same air. Existing together in comfort.
So when Kiara finally broke the silence, Deryg was caught off guard.
“You Ka’Nar brothers have a way with words,” she began. “One can destroy with them, the other can build. When Rexan told me Leyra was your mate…”
She bit her lower lip and shook her head slowly. “Deryg, it felt like my entire world was collapsing around me. I couldn’t see. I couldn’t breathe. It was like someone had shattered my small little universe to pieces.”
Deryg clenched his jaw. “I’m sorry. I never wanted to cause you pain. I did want to tell you, when we were alone. We know each other, but haven’t exposed our pasts. This was part of mine. The only thing I am ashamed of. I know I shouldn’t be, but the Deruzian inside me still rebels at the idea that I didn’t follow the rules. And I was always questioning whether I hurt Leyra. It was a comfort to know she felt the same way as me. But we could have avoided the doubt if I had told you this sooner.”
“I know you would have.” Kiara smiled. “But the thing is…when Rexan told me that and my world turned upside down…it was a very weird feeling. We’d only kissed. We haven’t even gone out on a date. I should have known then and there.”
“What?”
Not moving her palm from his, Kiara scooted closer to Deryg and leaned her head against his arm, careful not to touch his healing wound. It was such a simple gesture, but it meant so much. The comfort of the little moments.
He finished wiping her wound–it wouldn’t heal as fast as his, but the ointment would help–and wrapped the cloth around her hand.
“That maybe there’s more to this connection than I realized,” she said.
“That maybe, just maybe, what Darcy had told me about fated mates was real.”
Deryg froze. “What are you saying?”
Could he hope? Could he dare?
“Maybe some non-Deruzians don’t accept their fated mates.” She tilted her head toward his, a smile playing on her lips as she closed the distance between them.
Time stood completely still as Deryg waited, hearts beating rapidly, for her to go on.
“But this human wants to accept you as her fated mate,” she whispered against his lips.
26
KIARA
This kiss was unlike the others.
In the past, a frenzy of desire had taken over her and Deryg, wanting more, faster, now.
This kiss was gentle. Like they had all the time in the universe to savor each other. His palms roamed over her shoulders, gently pulling her toward him. Kiara’s fingers played in his wet hair, marveling at the luxurious feel of the strands gliding against her skin.
They took their time tasting their lips, tongues dancing together languidly.
“You taste so sweet,” Deryg murmured against her lips before capturing them again.
