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But his mate was human and not R’Etor. She would not understand his need. Finding one’s true mate was a relief. Having a pleasure mate was effective because the pigment transformation could be abated by regular mating and relieving of seed. But only by mating with one’s truemate could pigment transformation be “cured.”
A half-smile that he couldn’t stop formed on Heriot’s face. He’d often thought it would never happen. That he would be one of the unlucky few who died of old age, alone, never having met his truemate or formed a family unit. He just wished he’d met his mate under better circumstances. Rushing through a mission while trying to keep her safe was not a proper format for introduction.
He pulled out his tablet and checked on his target’s status. Heriot knew T’Antor had been able to verify that Illibrium was on this hilltop but was unable to pinpoint its exact location. He was going to need to check every nanco of this domicile with a hand-held scanner. T’Antor would need to visually inspect areas for a crystal-like artifact and then scan it to confirm it was indeed Illibrium. This would take time. His target would be lurking around this hilltop domicile for quite some time.
And there was always the possibility that Heriot would find the Illibrium and destroy it before T’Antor found it, because of course Heriot had a scanner, too.
His mate continued to gasp at the grandeur of the pool and the view. He smiled indulgently. If she liked this, she would love R’Etor. His species was renowned for their art and architecture.
He glanced around for a good location to self-administer his antidote. The pain from the flush surging across his skin was becoming uncomfortable. And soon it would alert the humans. A shot to his neck was necessary. He needed a clear mind and body to get going and kill his target. T’Antor was a threat to humans as well as R’Etor.
There, behind the row of columns. He left the group and walked around to a secluded alcove. He pulled out his shot gun and was about to reach for the vial of antidote. And then two small winged animals suddenly burst out of the nearby foliage. Startled, he tripped backwards and slammed sideways against a hard surface. He heard a crunch and felt liquid draining from his jacket. His checked his pocket and saw the vial flattened.
His antidote!
He’d crushed his only solution to pigment transformation. He hadn’t brought more, thinking originally that humans were not sexually compatible with R’Etor. This was the vial he always kept on him, out of habit.
Heriot stood still, taking in the enormity of this mistake.
He shoved the empty shot gun back into his jacket, turned and looked at his female standing at the edge of the group. Watched her movements. Dread formed in the pit of his stomach. He was a male with more testosterone than the average R’Etor. In full transformation he was a raging, rutting beast. Not something for a fragile human, who had no knowledge of any species beyond their own, to witness.
He’d wanted to wait to mate properly with his female. He’d planned to continue this tour, which seemed important to her and coincided with his own plans—and eventually kill T’Antor and crush the crystal. He could do both easily. And at the end of this diurnal rotation he’d steal her away to his ship and they’d leave Earth together. He’d been prepared to put up with the side effects of the antidote, the numbness and the migraines, he’d done it before. He was a male ready to do whatever was necessary to not harm other females.
On his ship, in the privacy of his quarters, he’d planned to mate with his lovely female. And he’d soon have her on R’Etor in his own domicile, in his own room there on his spacious bed. The antidote’s side effects would wane, and he imagined stripping her of all of her clothing and exploring that enticing human body, plunging into her welcoming heat and filling her with his seed.
But instead he’d now be forced to complete his mission with his cock raging and the pain increasing exponentially, which would leave his mind clouded. And his skin would begin to shift from pink to red, alarming the humans—and his mate.
He reached up and ran his hands through his hair, releasing a heavy sigh. This had never happened on a mission. He’d always had his antidote or was in a situation without unmated females in the vicinity.
He had no idea how he was going to make this work.
5
Heriot turned and strode back to the group, slipping back behind his female. He carefully adjusted the swollen cock in his trousers and grimaced.
His lovely mate glanced over at him, her blue eyes filled with innocence and desire, completely unaware of the impending doom. The guide began walking again, moving the group around a bend, toward a large domicile called a “guest house” on the edge of the grounds. Heriot grabbed his mate’s hand again and squeezed, trying to decrease the storm raging inside of him with her calming touch.
“Do you think T’Antor is coming back?” she asked as they walked at the edge of the crowd.
“T’Antor?” he growled, anger at himself and the situation growing inside. Was she actually concerned about the welfare of his target? He shook his head. “T’Antor is searching for Illibrium,” he answered in a low voice. “He won’t be returning to our group.”
He hadn’t yet seen anywhere the Illibrium could be hidden. He imagined it was not out in the open. For instance, the crystal couldn’t be kept stable while embedded in one of the statues displayed in the gardens. The elements could cause it to destabilize. It had to be inside one of the domiciles. From what he could tell there were five structures built on this hilltop. He would have to search all of them. T’Antor was probably inside one already.
“Illi…what? What are you talking about?”
“Do not be concerned about T’Antor. He is not worthy of your attention,” he answered sharply, aware that the pain in his cock was increasing exponentially.
“But I came up here with him…he’s a friend of my friend Ron.”
“No, he wasn’t. He lied to you. You were about to go on a tour of this domicile with a criminal.”
“What?” she squeaked.
She stopped walking and jerked her hand out of his grasp. He allowed it.
“No, I wasn’t!”
He crooked an eyebrow. Her scent continued to entice him, unraveling his sanity, increasing his possessive instincts. He realized he was already, in such a short time, tired of hiding himself from his truemate. His patience was long gone.
