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The warmth of his breath puffs against my lips. His gun metal eyes bore into mine. He’s close enough I can see his eyes aren’t exactly human. His pupil isn’t completely round, but instead a slight oval. And there are darker striations within his iris. The rest of him could almost pass for a human man. A professional football player, maybe. Or a wrestler. Most definitely someone out of a comic book, especially with the faint lavender hue of his skin and the ram horns that curl around the sides of his head.
My eyes drop to his lips, then down his wide chest, where his shirt is pulled tight across stacks of massive muscles, to the front of his pants. I swallow at the sight of the bulge there and jerk my eyes back up. Where his lips have curled slightly.
“See something you like?” he asks in a low and throaty voice.
The blood rushes to my cheeks because, I definitely do. But I’m not about to admit that to him.
He braces his arms on the edge of the counter on either side of my body and leans in. So close I expect to feel his breath fan across my face and his lips brush mine, but they stay maddeningly out of reach. Instead, he hums, a deep gravely sound that has my eyes fluttering closed and my core clenching.
What is it about this man—alien—that has me so worked up?
“What is it you wanted my help with?” His deep voice is right in my ear, and I can feel his lips lightly brush the outer shell.
“I—” What was it I wanted? Right now, I’ve got a pretty deep ache I could use his help with. Instead, my stomach decides to grumble, reminding me of why I’d actually asked for his help.
“The food replicator.”
“And what is it you’re hungry for?” His low chuckle sends shivers down my spine.
It’s all I can do not to moan because it’s not food he’s making me hungry for.
Vruk steps back from me, and I draw much needed oxygen into my lungs while at the same time feeling a sting at his sudden loss.
“What would you like?” he asks and side-steps to the replicator where he starts punching buttons into the keypad.
Folding my arms across my chest, mostly to hide how hard my nipples are, I step up behind him. “Um, the chili you chose for me last night was good.”
The look he gives me over his shoulder is puzzling. When he turns back to the replicator his hand hesitates. “I—don’t recall… Can you describe it?”
“Um, it was beans in a sort of gravy.” I shrug when he gives me a confused look.
Turning back to the replicator, he hums and punches something into the faceplate. A moment later he opens the door and holds out a steaming bowl. “Does this look right?”
“Yes, that’s it,” I sigh with relief. Taking the bowl I thank him and make my way to the table.
A moment later Vruk is sliding into the spot across from me. A bowl of noodles—or worms—in front of him.
“Thank you, Vruk,” I say.
His head snaps up, and the way his eyes narrow has me dropping my gaze back to my bowl and finishing my chili quickly. Why is he acting so different from last night? He acted like he was happy to help me, then. Did I do something to offend him?
With my elbow braced on the table next to my bowl, I drop my forehead into my hand. Leave it to me to offend the alien who saved my ass. This is exactly why I chose to stay on the farm.
CHAPTERSIX
Brettin
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This female has no idea there are two of us.
I shouldn’t be surprised. After all it’s hardly the first time Vruk and I have been mixed up. It’s not even the first time we’ve tricked a female—although inadvertently, in this case. It’s never bothered me to be called by the wrong name before. So why do I find myself gritting my teeth to hear my brother’s name, instead of my own coming from this female. Why do I long to hearmyname fall from her plump, pink lips. To watch her small tongue roll through the syllables that belong tome.
A sudden image flickers behind my eyelids. Of her under me.Myname a soft pant between us as I plunge into her soft depths over and over.
I’m not sure what shocks me more, the sudden erotic daydream, or the fact that Iwantthis small female. I’ve neverwanteda female before. I can’t even remember if I’ve ever been truly attracted to my partners past the pleasure of getting off. I’ve never craved one. Is that what this is? A craving?
What is wrong with me?
