Page 7 of The Mating Frenzy
He had short, wavy hair, dark as night. Eyes the color of onyx. She gazed at his stunned expression, at his chest, covered with black hair, and stomach flat and rippling with muscles down tohis…
Oh, yeah. Big feet. Not only that but… Awe filled her as his shaft became quite erect, as if he were ready to do thedeed.
Her female parts moistened in sheer anticipation.Let’sgo!
Ella jerked her gaze back to his face. He stared at her with the same intensity shefelt.
“Who are you?” hedemanded.
Ella tilted her head. “I might ask the same ofyou.”
He frowned. “I am Kieran, commander and protector of the realm of His Majesty’s kingdom. And you… why do I feel as if the entire kingdom could collapse and it mattered not, as long as you arehere?”
The sexual arousal faded a little. Yeah, he looked mighty fine, but there were a few lights dimmed on the upperfloors.
She sighed.I don’t have time for this. “I’m Ella of the realm of Colorado. Look, I’m not into cosplay. And I’m not a gamer. Are you one of those nudists on aretreat?”
“Retreat? I neverretreat.”
An escapee from a gluten-free, vegan camp, the type who likes to cavort in the woods in the nude.“Even if you live here, there are standards. Get some clothing, before someone dials 9-11 and reports you to thecops.”
He frowned and glanced down at his erection. To her disappointment, it began to shrink. Then again, if he were a nutcase, it wassafer.
“I had clothing. My uniform. Tis gone now. It vanished when I was transported here. Against my freewill.”
Kieran raised a fist to the sky. “Do you hear that? I protest your actions,Danu!”
Oh, swell. The cutest guy she’d seen in months, a guy who fired her blood and made her feel alive and free…and he was a real mentalcase.
Ignoring him, though it was hard to do, Ella sidestepped him and stole a peek at his behind. Yum. Tight. Cute. She loved a good ass on a guy. Even if the guy himself was anass.
“Darcy!” She saw a tree, craned her neck, hoping Darcy had not decided it was a good day for exploring. “Darcy!”
“Who isDarcy?”
Ella jumped. Kieran had snuck up beside her so quietly, so catlike, she had not heardhim.
“Mycat.”
Kieran’s expression brightened. “Ah, a feline. My favorite kind of animal. I will render aid in findingher.”
Nostrils flared. Kieran sniffed the air, then he raced forward with tremendous strength and yet such grace she had to admire his fluid moves. A man like that would be exquisite in bed, all power and strengthand….
As if you’ll ever know. When was the last time you even had adate?
He ran into the woods and returned in five minutes. Grim-faced, he marched into a small wooden shed at the forest’s edge. The door was open. Kieran went inside and then emerged from the shed, her black cat at his side. Oddly enough in the shed, he’d also found clothing. Some kind of strange cosplay outfit – leather boots and black leggings and a blacktunic.
In his arms he held a blanket. Cradled in the blanket were three tiny, mewling kittens. He cooed and murmured to them as if they werebabies.
Ella’s heart broke. Oh, no. She ran forward. “Don’t take them. They’re too young and stillnursing.”
Kieran glanced at her, his expression filled with anger and grief. “The mother isdead.”
“In there?” She pointed to theshed.
“No, in the forest. Someone snapped her neck.” His dark gaze narrowed. “Your world is cruel to mykind.”
Taken aback, she scowled. “Yeah, I know it, mental cases have it rough. This isn’t about you, chum. I need to get those kittens home and fed. They’re probably hungry andcold.”
