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The door slides open and my breath catches in my throat as a towering Aelyd steps out, his gaze drinking me in.He’s golden-skinned, with long hair that falls just below his shoulders in soft blonde and blue waves. He’s not dressed as formally as Corvus. He’s wearing neutral colors, but dark, high-waisted skinny pants that leave very little to the imagination. His shirt looks like it’s unbuttoned at the front, but on closer examination, it’s just torn.
His sleeves are rolled up just below his elbows, and though he obviously doesn’t need them—he’s huge, about the same size as Corvus—I think he might be wearing platform shoes.
My eyes are level with his chest and his pecs strain at the tear in his shirt. I want to know what his skin feels like under my touch, but I don’t know him at all.
“I’m guessing you’re Keon en’Ganivet?” I ask.
He smirks.
“What?” I ask.
“Nothing,” he says, in perfect English. I could be using my translator, but none of these men seem to need it. “People don’t ask who I am often. It’s a novelty.”
“Do you like novelties?”
He looks me up and down, and it makes me blush. Fuck. He can probably scent how turned on just having him look at me makes me, and my panties are still wet from my run-in with Corvus. But Keon is a rockstar. That’s probably not that much of a novelty.
He bites down on his lower lip in what I can only describe as a very human fashion. “Yes,” he says, stopping at my face to drink me in. “Novelties delight me.”
CHAPTER FOUR
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PENN
Our hovercar flies through the streets of Solis, about three stories up on the freeway. I catch glimpses of the interiors of random apartments along the way, predominantly male Aelyds living in abject squalor inside. I see a dirty, rundown kitchen with a sink full of dishes; a living room with only a sofa and projected images of what looks like porn on the wall; a golden-skinned male fucking one with pale silver skin against the window. A city just like any other…if it was only occupied by men.
I wonder if this was what old sci-fi authors were thinking of when they said Mars was a planet of men.
Keon en’Ganivet sits too close for comfort, his fingers moving in slow circles over his kneecap. He’s just across the hovercar from me, but the space is small, his legs long enough to touch mine. I don’t know what the protocol is here, but I try to stay demure, keeping my thighs pressed together and my hands clasped in my lap. He openly stares at me, his head cocked to the side and his tongue toying with one of those sharp teeth.
David Bowie’s starman is all I can think of—long, wavy hair with blue streaks, metallic golden skin, a black deep-V tunic and skinny pants with boots made of some kind of violet reptile skin. I thought they were platform shoes at first, but I realize now that they’ve got about a three-inch heel. The guy is impeccably dressed, with rings of various metals on every single finger and nails painted black.
Not what I pictured when I imagined the second-in-line to the Ganivet Family.
“You nervous?” he asks, regarding me like a cat playing with a mouse.
I shrug my shoulders and avert my eyes, looking down at the seat. As far as anyone but Corvus is concerned, I’m just a girl from Earth who was selected to be shipped over to Aelydon; I’m not an operative. I want Keon to think that I’m just a lost little lamb, not a trained assassin.
“A little bit,” I say. “I haven’t been with a lot of guys, and definitely never with an Aelyd.”
Partial lie. Ihavebeen with a lot of guys, but none of them have been alien.
“You don’t have to worry too much about that,” Keon snorts. “It’s not like Atlas is going to let you in right away anyway. If you’ve had one sexual experience, you’ve had more than my boss.”
“Your boss?” I ask. “I thought he was your…I don’t know, your cousin or something.”
“It’s a little more complicated than that,” Keon says. “He’s my brother in name only; couples on Aelydon rarely have more than one child, so there aren’t a lot of siblings, and even fewer of us have the Gift.”
This is more than I’ve ever heard from any of the House Diavolo agents we have on Earth. “What’s the Gift?” I ask, genuinely curious.
“Hard to explain,” he says, leaning forward. His elbows rest on his knees, his fingers steepled in front of his mouth so his hands are in the shape of a pyramid. It almost looks obscene.
Why do I get the feeling this dude loves licking pussy?
Why do I get the feeling he’sreally good at it?
“Try me,” I say.
