Galactic Burn by Mel Teshco

Author:Mel Teshco
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Alien romance, reverse harem, fated mates, multiple partners, hot romance, alien invasion, action and adventure fantasy romance
Publisher: Mel Teshco
Published: 2020-02-14T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

“You want me to dance?”

“It would please me.”

An instant jolt of pre-performance anticipation fired through her blood, spiking adrenaline. She gave a slow nod. “To the drum?”

“If you wish.”

Ballet dancers did stretches and used a barre to warm up their muscles before a performance, but sex had left her body fluid, supple. She moved out onto the floor, taking the place of the male dancers.

She took her natural position, with one arm curving gracefully above her head, the other an arc in front of her body, her feet in first position ready to move to the rhythm.

She nodded and suddenly the drumbeat resumed, filling the air, filling her blood. And almost of its own volition, her body responded. She rose onto the balls of her feet, and as her body formed a graceful arabesque, for a brief moment she wished for ballet shoes so she could complete the move on point as she had been trained to do.

Holding her extended leg high and straight behind her for long beats, she came to ground into a demi-plie. The beat increased. She moved into a glissade and then executed a petit saut.

The freestyle dance took her to another place, another world, where everything was perfect and nothing bad could touch her. Ballet was flying. In dance, she was someone else. She was free.

Minutes later the drumbeat faded and then stilled, and as one with the music she sank onto the floor. Every one of her emotions had been played out, exposed. In dance, she wore her heart on her sleeve, the dance an emotional journey, and she the story teller.

Pulse hammering, adrenaline fading, she looked up. Maddox smiled, looking pleased and proud. While the men around him wore a cloak of breathless awe and wonderment.

Maddox stood, and in a couple of fluid steps he was standing before her. She accepted his outstretched hand, and he pulled her close and murmured, “Perfect, my darling. They all adore you now.”

She arched a brow. “Is that why you asked me to dance? To gain their approval?”

“But of course. Just like me, I knew they’d be unable to resist.” He turned from her then, facing the still silent and apparently captivated men. “Eckn’a sa Lillian!” he announced, voice booming into the silence.

The whole room erupted into cheers, the men once again pushing onto their feet, saluting her. Her chest squeezed tight. Just then she truly felt accepted. But then dance was the one and only time she truly felt that way.

Oh?

A little contemplative, she moved back to the group. Hushed silence ensued. She sat cross-legged at her place on the floor, Maddox sitting beside her. The men followed, and all took hold of the round cups before them and raised them. Maddox raised his and shouted, “Kas’lios.”

As the men repeated the toast, a long, slender shield glided out from an open doorway, from what had to be the kitchen. The shield—a conveyor belt table—was laden with small bowls of food, from which they could choose what they wished.

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