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“I understand,” he says as he strips. That Kar’Kali skin seems to glimmer iridescent when the light hits just right. “I’m admittedly attached to your hair, and I’d feel just the same if it was suddenly blue.”
I twirl a strand on my finger thoughtfully. “So I shouldn’t go short? It can be such a chore, all this hair…”
He pauses with the top half of his jumpsuit hanging from his hips.
“Do as you wish,” he says, but it comes out all gravelly and pained.
“Don’t have a stroke, Kalla. You’d make a terrible liar. I have it this way because I like it. So don’t worry your silly little head.”
“I’ve never been accused of being silly or little before.” He bends to push down and step out of his suit. When he straightens up and smiles, his massive cock twitches to attention as if to emphasize the statement.
“I’m sorry I mentioned the hair,” I sigh. “It’s not important.”
“We’re all alone, my hair black, no celebration to follow… None of that matters,” he says, taking my hands in his own. “Nothing about this matebond was traditional. I stole you, I’m leaving in the morning, I’m a killer with ashes where my soul should be. How is it you love me again?”
“Ashes… you burn your dead, then? It means death to your kind,” I say. It’ll be a battle, convincing him that he’s more. “Your soul is the farthest thing from ashes. You took wounds so deep they’d destroy another person, and you made yourself a warrior so strong that no one could catch you. It frightens me, and there’s nothing pretty about some of the things you did to accomplish that. I won’t pretend to understand that, but I hate that you can’t see the good in your heart like I can. You’re honest, loyal, gentle, and passionate. In just days, you’ve made me feel more alive than I have in years.”
“I want nothing more than to stay here with you, follow you wherever you want to go,” he tells me.
“You can follow me right now,” I say.
For one heartbeat, he doesn’t realize what I’ll do. He continues gazing into my eyes like the answer to the universe’s questions reside there. I slip my hands from his loose grip.
And I bolt.
I hear his bark of laughter as I sprint across the meadow. My coordination might be questionable, but I have long legs for an Earth girl. I give it my all, pumping my legs and not daring to glance over my shoulder. Did he give me a head start as he promised? It’s eerily silent, but my mate is an assassin. He must know how to run without making a sound. Expecting to be tackled at any moment, my heart is pounding in my ears. Adrenaline courses through me, even if my mind knows I won’t make it far in this chase.
When I come upon the nearest thicket of brush, I skirt the edge until I find a place to take cover for a moment to catch my breath. I peer out in the direction I came, but I don’t see Kalla. It’s gotten even darker since we walked out here. All I can make out in the distance is the black silhouette of the hedge line meeting the sky. Is he still waiting where I left him, giving me a longer head start than I realized? If I creep around the edge of this patch, I could run in the other direction and throw him off my trail. I have a feeling he could sniff me out, especially with the way the excitement is sending shockwaves through my lower half. The anticipation is making my legs weak already.
I pick my way quietly around the overgrown bushes, careful not to snap a single twig.
But as I round the largest cluster of the alien prairie willow, I hear a velvet dark chuckle.
With a thundering heart, I pause at the dark shape awaiting me.
He steps out to meet me, the light of night glistening off the sharp edges of his steel gray skin. He was lying in wait at the spot I planned to dart out of.
Frozen like a deer in headlights, I can’t help but drink in his magnificent body. His eyes are already black.
“You made a good effort,” he purrs.
My senses returned, I whirl away to keep up the game. But in one leap, he catches me by both arms and drags me back to him. I squeal, half laughter and half fright, as my back slams into his abdomen.
Do I bother to resist it? I don’t care that he triumphed so easily; it means I don’t have to wait for the best part.
He closes a hand around my throat and pins me to his front. The heat of his naked erection stabs into my back. He tips my head back.
“Open,” he commands.
A chill breeze blows against us, shaking leaves free from the brush. But my skin still burns, unaffected by the cool weather. I open my mouth, neck straining.
Then he spits onto my waiting tongue, shocking me. I’d thought he planned to shove his fingers in my mouth…
Tingling drips of his saliva coat my tongue, and as I react to this strange foreplay, he closes my mouth for me. He holds onto my throat like a necklace, delicately clinging without applying unwelcome pressure.
“It makes you wild for my cock, little flame. Did you know this?”
I manage to nod my head as I swallow. The substance warms through me like a shot of hot liquor.
