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“All guys want a woman. To fuck, if nothing more.”
“Is that what human females think of all males or just human males?”
“All males.”
“That’s not what Zyanthan males want.”
“Really? What do they want?”
“To connect with their sholani. The heartmate destined for them. Until then, we take pleasure mates and learn what it means to be with a woman. Our males treat females right, unlike the human males here.”
She couldn’t argue with that observation.
“Your tradition for mating sounds nice. But Zyan never fell to the Coalition. The Coalition only left Earth two years ago. They warped the thinking of a generation. It will take time to undo the damage they caused, and I don’t mean to our infrastructure or our sense of security. The younger generation doesn’t remember what Earth was like before the Coalition imposed its ideals on us. They don’t understand what it means for women to be equal to men. But I remember. I was twelve when the Grud invaded. Then everything ground to a halt, including education. When the Coalition took control they changed the rules. Women lost more than men. We finally have our rights back, but now we’re fighting a different war. The Coalition’s legacy warped the way men treat women. Human women want to be in charge of their own lives. To make their own decisions. A man should understand that, support her, not control her.”
“We don’t control our females. We treasure them.”
Oh, how she wished he felt that way about her.
Maggie stepped close to Zirkov and inhaled that heavenly male musk. “Dinner six p.m. You pick the place.”
Yours, please say yours!
Too many nights she went to sleep picturing herself holding his horns and riding his dick hard and fast, drawing out not only her orgasm but his. She’d love to find out what would drive him crazy in bed, unhinge the overprotective male. More than anything, more than sleeping with this unbelievably handsome zyanthan, she wanted to know the real Zirkov. He hid his emotions under so many layers of stoicism that she wasn’t sure how to reach the male within.
Zirkov thought for a moment and then replied, “I know a place. Ride ‘Em, Cowboy.”
She blushed and her throat went tight. Only giving him a firm nod, acknowledging where to meet later, Maggie walked away, mumbling to herself, “Oh, I plan to.”
CHAPTERELEVEN
ZIRKOV
With a strained smile, the hostess wearing the wide hat, short skirt, and white leather boots at Ride ‘Em, Cowboy led Zirkov to his usual table. The female tapped her hat down in front to avoid meeting his eyes. None of the humans here cared for him, but they’d accepted him, more or less. The food in the restaurant didn’t compare to zyanthan cooking, but it met his nutritional needs. He always ate by himself, the way he liked it. No awkward conversation with a female he didn’t care to know.
Since the day he met her, he’d considered talking to Maggie outside of work. But forming any intimacy with her would have led him down a dangerous path. Now her future and her life were at risk. He needed her full cooperation. He hoped she’d be more open in a social setting.
The question was how to gain her trust. She wanted to be treated as an equal. He thought he’d done that, but perhaps he hadn’t. That would be his approach then, ask for her insight on other cases and witnesses. Maybe discuss the Franklin case, even though he’d closed that. Or he could talk about the drekkers who worked in Earth Intelligence.
What if she turned the conversation to something personal? She wasn’t meant for him, despite his drekking mating cock rising for her every time he was in her presence.
He glanced at his comm again. Maggie should have been at the restaurant five minutes ago. That sexy female was a thorn in his side when it came to conducting GI7 business his way, but she was never late. Earth Intelligence didn’t appreciate her. They’d assigned her to liaise with GI7 as a way of babysitting him and his marshals. Despite distracting him with lips he wanted around his cocks, she provided invaluable insight into how humans behaved and thought. She also routinely filled in on ops to protect witnesses. No easy task, considering the information leak plaguing GI7.
Maggie may be the leak.
He could not forget Konnitch’s words. Maggie had been privy to every piece of information involving the targeted witnesses. Gabriella, Kaci, Ri’Nom, and others.
Now he had the murder of two og’dals to solve. And he had smelled Maggie at one of the crime scenes, he was sure of it. Unless it was his body’s way of pushing him toward her.
Any other male would accept what the rising of his mating cock meant. Sholani. Heartmate. Zirkov would never know if she was his sholani, not for sure. He’d lost that luxury years ago.
“There you are,” Maggie said, her voice cheerful. He looked up to see a beautiful woman with short angled blonde hair cut to frame an elegant face. She wore a short red cocktail dress that hugged every lush curve on her body… curves he’d never noticed before. This was not the same human female who always wore a white blouse beneath a boxy blazer that hid her gun… and her exquisite figure.
Instinctively, his horns stood taller and his back straightened. Light blue eyes that reminded him of Earth’s sky latched onto him. Her smile lit up the room and stirred both of his cocks. She’d dressed so sexy…. for him.
Drekk, he shouldn’t have suggested meeting outside of work. With other agents around, like Konnitch, he could focus on business and not how impossibly hard she made him. She wasn’t his destiny, just another female who triggered his mating cock.
Except he wanted her, more than he’d wanted any other female.
