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Heriot snorted. That asshole had exited from the vehicle in a flash, hiding amongst the humans and disappearing. Heriot was unconcerned. He had a vise-lock on T’Antor’s bio-signature. A cloaked drone was flying in the space above this domicile, relaying information to Heriot’s ship. All of which was easily accessible via his tablet.
Heriot & Jadzion always invested in the best tech, some of which they bought, and some they crafted specifically as needed. Heriot and his brother were unmatched when it came to stealth tech.
“He slipped away when the humans exited,” he told her.
“Slipped away? To where? Did he need to use the bathroom?”
“No, he’s hiding on the grounds of the castle. I’ll find him soon. He won’t escape.”
“Escape? What are you talking about? And why would he be hiding? He can’t do that, we’re on a tour. We’re supposed to stay with the group. Wait. Humans…?” She blinked and looked up at him. “Why did you call them humans?”
He smiled down at her but didn’t answer her question. Now wasn’t the time. He planned to tell her everything, there was no reason to hide from his truemate. But he needed to step carefully. He didn’t want to alarm her unnecessarily.
“Where are you from?” she asked. “I can’t place your accent. And what did you tell him on the bus, when you two were talking? What language was that?”
Thankfully, the tour guide began loudly instructing the humans to walk up the steps and rejoin at the top terrace. As they climbed together he lowered his voice. “I told him that you are mine,” he answered truthfully.
Well, he hadn’t said it quite that way. He removed a few key parts from his explanation. Like how he’d hissed in R’Etor-speak to T’Antor, warning him to keep his hands off of Hannah, his truemate, or he’d murder him right there, in front of the humans, laws be damned. T’Antor had told him to fuck off but also carefully leaned away from Hannah for the rest of the trip, acknowledging Heriot’s ownership of this human female. It was enough concession to allow Heriot’s blood to cool and keep T’Antor alive while they both maintained a forced quiet while surrounded by humans.
“What? Why do you keep saying I’m yours? We just met…”
“Please, gather around…” the guide announced.
Heriot bent down and whispered in his female’s ear, “I’ll explain everything to you later.”
She nodded, her brow furrowed, and stepped forward with the group of humans to listen to the human guide. “…William Randolph Hearst began building this fabulous estate on his ranchland overlooking the village of San Simeon in 1919. By 1947, this hilltop estate included the twin-towered main building, three guesthouses, and 127 acres of terraced gardens, fountains and pools…”
Heriot immediately ignored the human-speak and continued to stare in wonder at the profile of his beautiful female. All his carefully laid plans for this mission disintegrated the moment he’d seen her face and inhaled her enticing pheromones. He’d found his truemate on the planet Earth. This was supposed to be an in-and-out mission, and instead he’d be returning to R’Etor with his truemate. A human.
He’d have to get a human off this planet and onto R’Etor.
He let out a heavy sigh. This should not be that difficult, right? She would be able to understand instantly that R’Etor was far superior to Earth. He couldn’t possibly stay and live on this planet with her when his mission was complete. Humans were primitive and did not know of the existence of other species. On R’Etor other beings lived and worked amongst them. This was normal and accepted. In fact, there were thriving hubs of communities of various species all over his planet. But no humans. Humans were rare and primitive.
It was, in fact, illegal for T’Antor to be here. Heriot and Jadzion were only allowed due to their work permits. He glanced down at his tablet. The gate at the edge of the solar system that had delivered his ship here was set to deconstruct in two planetary rotations. The exact same time limit as their permit.
And why would she want to stay on Earth? Earth was filthy.
His female turned her head. She met his gaze, then stared intently at his features. “Your eyes,” she whispered. “They’re changing. Turning…red or something. And your skin is…flushed. Are you okay? I saw the same thing happening to T’Antor back on the bus. Do you have pinkeye? Are you guys both allergic to something here?”
Heriot cursed under his breath. Pigment transformation. He could feel it. That burning on his skin as he changed from neutral to flushed. As time progressed his symptoms would only get worse. The R’Etor mating imperative was a painful condition. Everywhere the pigment changed felt like fire. Being in the vicinity of his truemate was causing this disruption within his body. His skin would change, and pigment would flood his system. The only way to relieve this pain—and to not shock the primitive humans with a flaming skin condition that was not seen within their species—was to mate. Or to administer the antidote.
“I am allergic,” he responded, mimicking the word she used, although he had no idea what it meant.
“Oh no, sorry about that,” she responded, her eyes watching him with concern. “It doesn’t hurt, does it?”
“No, it does not hurt. I will be fine,” he lied. Because his cock was aching, his chest was burning. And this was only the beginning.
The transformation hadn’t hit him until now because he hadn’t desired any of the other females in the initial gathering area the humans used before transferring to the hilltop. But now he was in close proximity with his truemate, which was ten times more affecting for a R’Etor male than any desire felt for a pleasure mate.
His female looked away, listening to the tour guide. Heriot glanced again at his tablet. His target would be having the exact same problem with proximity to desirable females that Heriot was having, which would slow him down, too.
The humans began climbing another set of stairs. Heriot followed his mate and watched as her perfectly rounded ass moved underneath her clothing. He stifled the moan that rumbled in his throat, forcing himself not to touch.
Once they stepped onto the higher terrace he noted a large unnatural formation of water surrounded by statues. The human guide referred to it as “The Neptune Pool.” Hannah was gaping at the structure, looking everywhere, listening to every word the tour guide had to say.
Meanwhile, Heriot was concentrating on willing his hard cock to stand down, glancing around for a private location to self-administer his antidote. He would need it very soon, despite the side effects he hated.
Later, when he mounted his truemate and released his seed into her welcoming heat and her pheromones entered his skin, his blood, she would prove to be his ultimate antidote, his cure. Only unmated males erupted in pigment transformation.
