Brukr (Scifi Alien Weredragon Romance) (Dragons of Preor Book 8) by Celia Kyle

Author:Celia Kyle [Kyle, Celia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
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Published: 2017-02-25T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seventeen

Brukr had not walked into Hannah’s condo with the intention of claiming her as his mate, but it was done and he would not change the fact. Ever.

For the first time in many turnings, his dragon was at peace. For the first time since he’d taken a blade for the emperor, he had a purpose that filled him with strength and determination. He no longer wished to be worthy of the emperor’s favor. He wished to do nothing but make Hannah happy.

So far, he believed he’d failed, but he could—would—do better. He did not know how, but there were other mated males. At least one of them had to have knowledge to share. They’d acquired the Knowing with their matings. They had to have the tools to assist him. If they did not… Well, perhaps the Knowing was—as humans said—overrated.

Brukr’s dragon snorted and blew a puff of smoke, the gray cloud drifting through his mind. No, he did not believe himself either, but he did not regret his claiming of Hannah.

Hannah, who seemed unable to remain still. She paced, slowly but constantly and in a predictable pattern, from one side of the space to another, her gaze on the projection on the wall. The wall within their new quarters on Penelope.

The ship had transported them with a quickly issued order, leaving Radoo, Argan, and the human Eric behind on Earth. When they’d rematerialized, it was within this suite—one left empty and unassigned. One to be filled by newly mated couples.

Like him and Hannah.

The projection on the wall gave the space a perceived “openness” that human females enjoyed—according to Penelope’s research. There were other changes—deh-kor-a-shuns that appealed to mates. Several potted pwaa trees—similar to Earth palm trees—added a touch of home to the suite. They reminded him of Preor—the plant life only able to survive on the ship or his planet. There were bright colors as well—pill-ohs and colorful swaths of cloths made of xina spread over cow-chez. The material was typically reserved for clothing—the weightless and indestructible cloth a protection for females. But Brukr did admit the hues brightened the gray space.

When Hannah trailed her fingers across the arm of a chair and paused to stroke the xina as if the touch was pleasurable, he decided he would request more from the ship. She seemed to like the silky texture, and he wished to do all he could to please her.

On her next pass, she lifted the fabric from the chair and wrapped it around her shoulders, hugging it close to her body.

“Are you chilled, Hannah?” he murmured. “Should I request Penelope raise—”

She glanced at him, a rueful smile on her lips, and shook her head. “No, I’m fine.”

Brukr narrowed his eyes and frowned. “Mates state that when their females assure them they are ‘fine,’ they are not being truthful.”

She quirked a brow, her smile transitioning to one of amusement. “Are you calling me a liar?”

“I would never accuse you of being dishonorable. I merely state a fact.” He shrugged.

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