stood framed in the doorway, chest heaving, those black eyes sparkling red and gold, and she smiled at him. She couldn’t help it—he was gorgeous as hell when furious. Plus, her body was all about getting closer to him, and the quickest way for that to happen was to lure him nearer. Smiles, sweet words… begging if she had to. The way his breathing stuttered when she smiled told her begging probably wouldn’t be necessary.
Then she remembered he didn’t really want to be near her. He didn’t want to be her mate. He didn’t want her.
And there went her smile.
“It…” She waited until she had his undivided attention, those eyes boring into hers as he approached. “It’s not what it sounds like. There was a bit of a miscommunication—”
“There was no miscommunication.” Sece couldn’t keep her adorable Ujal/Gozime mouth shut. “You stated—”
“Faim!” Cara glared at the doctor, and he rushed forward, snaring Sece’s arm and dragging her away from the bed. It took the male no time to shove his daughter from the room, and he was right behind her.
When they were finally alone, she returned her attention to Rhal. “It was a misunderstanding.” She kept her voice soft and soothing, a whisper he often found comfort in. “She was asking questions and you know that not every Ujal understands human slang.” She swallowed hard and reached for his fist, fingertips gliding over his skin. It hurt to touch him. Not her body, but her heart. Knowing he didn’t truly want her embrace yet she was unable to keep her hands to herself. “It wasn’t intentional.”
Rhal’s gaze bore into her, eyes seeing too much, and she looked away. She couldn’t let him see her desperation for him. Not when his blood still thrummed in her veins. With his reappearance, the desire that’d slowly ebbed rushed forward once again. It rolled over her like a massive wave, stealing her control and forcing need upon her body. Her nipples were hard points, once again, her pussy aching for his mouth, his fingers, his cock. She’d never had his cock, but she wanted it. Oh, how she wanted it.
He was her mate. Would he give in? Did she want him to give in under pressure?
No. She wanted him willingly, which was why Cara released him and returned her hand to her lap. She twined her fingers together and squeezed, not allowing herself free rein. “So, it’s fine. Faim said I could leave as soon as I felt up to it and just to come back before work tomorrow.”
“What of these questions? You must answer them if it is necessary.”
Talking about her vagina with anyone but her gynecologist couldn’t possibly be necessary. She hoped. “I can answer them tomorrow just as easily, and I’m tired. If I don’t have to stay for observation, then I wanna go home. I wanna crawl into bed and sleep .”
Rhal nodded his agreement. “Very well. I will speak with Faim and send Sece in to assist you in dressing. Cara, I…” he reached for her, large, deadly hands gently gathering her hair and tucking it behind her ear. His eyes were so soft, so loving , and she had to harden her heart against him. She’d given it to him once. Never again. “Never mind. I will be back, and I will take you home. We have much to discuss about you, me, us, and…” He sighed and snatched his hand back to run his fingers through his hair. “And my sire and dam-by-mating are on Earth.”
The look he gave her, one of rage mixed with pain, struck her in the gut. She didn’t know anything about Rhal’s parents, but she didn’t imagine any of it was good.
As if being some weird genetically screwed human-Ujal wasn’t enough, now she had to meet the parents.
Fuck.
* * *
Rhal cursed himself to the depths of the seas with every shuffling step Cara took. She refused to allow the wheelchair into their temporary home and now he was forced to watch her carefully pad into the apartment. Her hand trembled when it rested upon the wall, her coral-tinted fingertips
Then she remembered he didn’t really want to be near her. He didn’t want to be her mate. He didn’t want her.
And there went her smile.
“It…” She waited until she had his undivided attention, those eyes boring into hers as he approached. “It’s not what it sounds like. There was a bit of a miscommunication—”
“There was no miscommunication.” Sece couldn’t keep her adorable Ujal/Gozime mouth shut. “You stated—”
“Faim!” Cara glared at the doctor, and he rushed forward, snaring Sece’s arm and dragging her away from the bed. It took the male no time to shove his daughter from the room, and he was right behind her.
When they were finally alone, she returned her attention to Rhal. “It was a misunderstanding.” She kept her voice soft and soothing, a whisper he often found comfort in. “She was asking questions and you know that not every Ujal understands human slang.” She swallowed hard and reached for his fist, fingertips gliding over his skin. It hurt to touch him. Not her body, but her heart. Knowing he didn’t truly want her embrace yet she was unable to keep her hands to herself. “It wasn’t intentional.”
Rhal’s gaze bore into her, eyes seeing too much, and she looked away. She couldn’t let him see her desperation for him. Not when his blood still thrummed in her veins. With his reappearance, the desire that’d slowly ebbed rushed forward once again. It rolled over her like a massive wave, stealing her control and forcing need upon her body. Her nipples were hard points, once again, her pussy aching for his mouth, his fingers, his cock. She’d never had his cock, but she wanted it. Oh, how she wanted it.
He was her mate. Would he give in? Did she want him to give in under pressure?
No. She wanted him willingly, which was why Cara released him and returned her hand to her lap. She twined her fingers together and squeezed, not allowing herself free rein. “So, it’s fine. Faim said I could leave as soon as I felt up to it and just to come back before work tomorrow.”
“What of these questions? You must answer them if it is necessary.”
Talking about her vagina with anyone but her gynecologist couldn’t possibly be necessary. She hoped. “I can answer them tomorrow just as easily, and I’m tired. If I don’t have to stay for observation, then I wanna go home. I wanna crawl into bed and sleep .”
Rhal nodded his agreement. “Very well. I will speak with Faim and send Sece in to assist you in dressing. Cara, I…” he reached for her, large, deadly hands gently gathering her hair and tucking it behind her ear. His eyes were so soft, so loving , and she had to harden her heart against him. She’d given it to him once. Never again. “Never mind. I will be back, and I will take you home. We have much to discuss about you, me, us, and…” He sighed and snatched his hand back to run his fingers through his hair. “And my sire and dam-by-mating are on Earth.”
The look he gave her, one of rage mixed with pain, struck her in the gut. She didn’t know anything about Rhal’s parents, but she didn’t imagine any of it was good.
As if being some weird genetically screwed human-Ujal wasn’t enough, now she had to meet the parents.
Fuck.
* * *
Rhal cursed himself to the depths of the seas with every shuffling step Cara took. She refused to allow the wheelchair into their temporary home and now he was forced to watch her carefully pad into the apartment. Her hand trembled when it rested upon the wall, her coral-tinted fingertips
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