Fighting For His Mate: A Sci-Fi Alien Romance (Fated Mates of the Atari Book 3) by A.G. Wilde

Author:A.G. Wilde [Wilde, A.G.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Petronie Publishing
Published: 2023-04-02T16:00:00+00:00

19

Bhihan

The quigar is a beast most hunters fear.

Sharp claws. Sharp teeth. Fangs that will rip your innards out. And a natural armor that is impenetrable.

There is only one way to defeat a quigar.

And I know how.

As the beast charges at me, that sensitive skin at my neck pulses as I jump, taking myself out of the way of its charge and causing it to skid in the dirt.

But my skin isn’t pulsing because of the danger before me. It’s pulsing because my mate touched me there. Pulled me to her. Told me to put my lips on her skin even while hers brushed against my ear, her husky voice speaking to me. Making me want.

My skin pulses because she touched me there, the most sensitive spot on any Atari apart from his cock, and she told me she cared.

Not in so many words. No, my female doesn’t show weakness in that way. I know that now.

As the quigar shakes its backside, getting ready to charge at me again, the Darzel crowd cheers.

I ready myself once more, waiting until it moves, and that’s when I see her.

I don’t know how I spot her through that narrow little view box that’s barely visible, but I do.

I feel her eyes on me and even from this distance, I can sense her distress.

It warms something deep.

I’d wondered whether she’d care. Whether she’d take my offer to fight for her without ever looking back.

I told myself she should. That it’s what a male like me deserves.

But another part, the same part that’s finding it so hard making the little female hate me, even though I’ve decided she should, that same part wished that she would…care.

And seeing her there tells me she does.

As the quigar darts at me, I know not whether the Darzel crowd cheers for me or to see the quigar rip me apart. Probably the latter. They live for blood and gore. But my mate, she doesn’t cheer.

She grips the bars tighter, almost as if she can’t bear to see me harmed.

And somehow, I grasp that feeling and I tuck it somewhere deep inside me where no one will ever be able to take it away.

I hang on to it as I slide to the side, spinning as the quigar misses and charges right past me, the shouts and cheers in the Darzel crowd mere background noise to my focus.

I am doing this for her.

The quigar skids to a halt and looks at me over its shoulder.

Unlike most beasts, it’s not mindless, and as I look into its eyes, I see when it realizes I’m not some silly, easy-to-catch prey.

It will change its tactic now. Be more strategic. And that is the very reason I did not grasp the sword that was thrown down to me.

If I had, the quigar would have taken me as a warrior ready to kill it as soon as it advanced. It would not have attacked thinking I was easy to get rid of. And in that one simple thing, I found its weakness.

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