Page 60 of The Alien Reindeer's Bounty
He wanted the moment to last, to always be embraced by her heat.
Too much.
His fangs ached, demanding to sink into his mate’s exposed neck and hold her in place. Bliss coiled at the base of his spine, ready to race throughout his entire body. He leaned over, pressing his lips to her ear. “I have always loved you,” he whispered.
She shuddered and moaned, her cunt somehow squeezing him tighter.
Now.
He released deep into her as his fangs sank into the back of her neck. The taste of copper flooded his mouth. The base of his cock swelled, locking them together.
“Oh, why does that feel so good?” she moaned.
He licked the bite wound; the primal part of his brain pleased to see his mark on her. “Because my heart belongs to you.”
She made a pleased noise in the back of her throat. “And the other parts?”
“All yours.” He rocked his hips forward and she moaned.
“It’s just—” She gasped, and her hands clenched the bedsheet. “It’s like you’re constantly pressing my orgasm button. Oh, God.” She squirmed and pushed against him. “How long does this last? I don’t think I’m going to survive.”
“The swelling will reduce in a minute.”
“Oh.” Another moan and squeezed him tighter.
He stroked her back, murmuring endearments in reilendeer. His true mate. His bright female with an aura radiant enough to blind. He had the only thing he ever desired in his arms.
At last.
Odessa
Mads was staring.
“What?” She sat at the edge of the bed, holding a glass of water. Somehow, they stumbled into the massive bed and her back thanked her. Thirty wasn’t too old but she wasn’t so young that she could sleep on the floor without feeling the repercussions the next morning.
His eyes shifted to a wintry blue and a slow, satisfied grin spread across his face. She had no idea what he saw but it made her feel naked. Okay, poor word choice as she was currently naked. Exposed. His smile made her feel exposed.
“Just admiring the view,” he said. “You’re glowing.”
“Mmm, I am enjoying the afterglow.”
“No, actually glowing.”
She held up a hand, examining it. “Is that part of the mate bond? Or is your spunk radioactive like Spiderman?” Radioactive sperm seemed, in retrospect, a responsible sort of question she should have asked before making love with Mads, but it also seemed irresponsible for him not to mention it. She didn’t want to die from cancer like Mary Jane Watson.
“Partly. Your aura is glowing.” He shifted on the bed, moving closer to her. His hand brushed the back of her neck. “Gold. Buttery yellows.” Gently he kissed the curve where her neck and shoulder joined, where he bit her. “Honey here.” His hands moved down her arms. “Pineapple, if you can believe that. It’s very bright and almost sweet.” Hot breath wafted against her skin, eliciting a shiver.
She didn’t want to deny his claim about her aura. Part of her wanted to denounce auras as new age spiritual hokum, but yesterday she’d have said that about shapeshifting aliens. “Is that good or bad?” she asked.
“It’s stunning. You’ve always been bright, but now—”
Odessa twisted to face him. “So how does that work?”
“Your aura is a type of energy you emit. I can see more spectra than you, allowing me to detect it.” He held up her hand to the window. Moonlight wrapped it in silvery light. “Humans are colorful, I find. Very vivid and shifting rapidly. It’s fascinating to watch the mood move through a crowd.”
“Is that why you like people-watching?” Memories of sitting on the sidelines, watching the crowds at the lake, swimming in the summer or ice skating in winter, came to mind.
He nodded. “Yes. It was… educational to study humans.”
