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“This is exactly why I self-selected to isolate myself from unmated females. I did not want to lead a life ruled by pheromones. But this is unlike anything I’ve encountered before. Your pheromones. Your pheromones are…” he groaned.
She let her annoyance at him go, knowing he must be horrified at his predicament. None of this was his fault. She grasped his arm. “I need to get you somewhere private, right now.”
“No, let’s keep going. I checked T’Antor’s bio-signature a few moments ago. He’s left the second floor and is moving to the third. We need to go there, too—”
“Heriot, it’s getting worse. You will soon be no use to anyone. I can help you. It won’t take long.”
His cheeks darkened, and his gaze skittered away. Oh God, the poor guy was embarrassed, wasn’t he?
She looked around. They couldn’t have “sex” in any of the public rooms they’d been in, it was too risky. And there was no way she was getting it on in one of the bedrooms. Every single space in the main building was made up of some surface, usually a textile, that was ancient. Precious. One of a kind. And there was no way she was messing that up with Heriot’s jizz or any of her own juices.
Gross.
Then suddenly a new idea blossomed in her mind.
“Wait,” she told him. “Yesterday I was looking at the Hearst Castle app, studying the map of the estate. I’m remembering that not far from here, at the back of the main building, is a tennis court. And underneath the tennis court is a Roman Pool. It’s an inside pool. And, the best part, I’m pretty certain I saw a row of changing rooms back there.”
Not more thanten minutes later Heriot kicked the changing room door closed behind them, ensuring their privacy.
It was amazing how quickly he’d gotten her there. After she’d mentioned this location he’d whipped out his tablet and tapped across the screen several times in utter concentration. Then he’d grunted, “Female, with me.” He’d taken her hand and dragged her along, her feet flying as she tried to keep up with his long strides. They’d dodged every person, every employee, and stepped into the cool, dark environment of the Roman Pool.
She yanked hard on his arm, making him pull up short for just a moment, because JFC, this place was a jewel unto itself. The pool was enormous, five times the size of regular pools, and completely indoors, with large floor-to-ceiling windows everywhere. Every surface gleamed with blue and gold mosaic. Not gold-colored mosaic—actual gold karat. The pool looked like an ancient Roman bath. It managed to combine an aura of serenity with eye-popping Vegas glitz into a jaw-dropping pattern she couldn’t stop examining, her eyes darting everywhere. It really was the perfect setting for all the Hollywood elite and celebrities of the day who used to frequent this pool.
“Female,” Harriot urged.
She nodded and kept going. He led her through an entry she had no idea he even knew existed and then they were in the back corner of the pool house, in a quiet hallway lined with doors.
Heriot strode forward and chose the last doorway. He pulled her inside and locked the door behind them.
Hannah smiled as she looked around. Dim light filtered in through the crack in the perimeter of the thick wooden door. A low bench lined one wall. Every surface was tiled in warm, pleasant colors. It was a perfect hideaway.
She turned. “Heriot, I—”
And then he was on her.
Heriot growled like a lion, a predator barely restrained, homing in for the kill. His enormous body pressed against hers, his hips grinding against her stomach, letting her feel that long, hard pipe. Her breath caught in her throat and every girly part in her body stood up and took notice.
He’d said he would get steadily worse, that his symptoms would become more painful and he’d lose control. He wasn’t kidding, was he?
He pinned her against the wall, reached down and cupped a hand possessively on her mound. “This is mine,” he said, his lips against hers. “But I will not take you here, in this place. The release of my seed in your hot channel will be on my ship, in my bed where I can take my time pleasuring your body.”
“Mmm,” she answered, as she wiggled her hips against that hard ridge. All she could think of was how much she wanted that inside of her. Her palms automatically slid underneath his shirt, searching for luscious bare skin over hard muscle. Her brain filled with fuzz, distracted by all that was Heriot …and then words flew out of her mouth, words she’d never said before and thought she would never say: “But, since I’m not leaving with you on your ship, maybe we should go ahead and mate right now.”
She’d just met him that day. In reality she barely knew Heriot. And she was ready to give her virginity up to this alien who she might never see again after tonight?
Hell yeah.
She meant it. Meant it with every fiber of her being. She wanted Heriot to be her first. Wanted to feel the slide of his cock filling her up. She didn’t want to wait for any other human man, even if she never saw Heriot again after tonight, she wanted this with him. Their bodies joined. A spectacular moment she could replay in her mind again and again for years to come.
“Hannah,” he growled.
What? She was not leaving with him on his ship. Not taking a step off of this planet. Really, how clearer could she be?
“You are my mate. I am taking you with me. There is no need to rush and join in a truemating. You can relieve my symptoms with your touch. Your words say you want this, but I sense there will be remorse after a mating in this sparse human setting. You are a female who wants her first mating with her truemate to be a moment to remember. I want that, too.”
Wetness formed in her eyes. Her nose started to sting. How did he know? She hadn’t admitted that she was a virgin. “You want that, too?” she whispered.
“Yes,” he said gently. “I want that, too. You are precious to me.”
