The Rebel: alien dragon shifter romance (Mate Hunt Book 2) by Riley Onyx

Author:Riley Onyx [Onyx, Riley]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-04-22T04:00:00+00:00

Nine

Maden

I want to bite her so badly, the base of my fangs throbs with every beat of my heart. Being around her has started my mating response. If I want it to stop, I’ll need to put space between us. But I can’t do that because I don’t want her to fall into the hands of the Fomuri. I don’t want the life sucked out of her, so she can become a drone voicing only what the Fomuri tell her to say.

Her cheeks are flushed, and her breathing is fast. I made her heart quicken like that. I brought her to the peak of pleasure twice. Yet if I bite her and claim her, she will resent me. So I must wait, even though it feels like it will kill me.

Somehow, I will have to make it through the next day with her by my side, smelling of lust and my seed. She should be my mate. Maybe she will change her mind now we’ve had sex.

Maybe I will become smarter.

What good is it claiming a mate when there is no home to take her? I’m stuck on this planet, and the Fomuri are hunting us. Claiming a mate puts her in danger… More danger.

At least if we are together, there’s always someone watching our backs.

She sighs. “I don’t want to, but I need to move.” She glances out the door window. “And I need to pee.”

“Yeah.” But I don’t want her to move. If I had bitten her the base of my dick would’ve swollen, and we’d be locked together for a little longer which would’ve been nice.

I help her off, and she grabs for her underwear, before opening the van door and stepping into the night.

I tuck myself away and do up my jeans, and then follow her. I don’t watch as I have my own business to take care of, but I’m close enough that if something should happen, I can react.

“I think I should put on a pair of their pants,” she says as she walks toward the van.

I glance at her legs, then at her face. As much as I like her in the skirt, the pants that the soldiers were wearing are much more practical, as are their boots.

I open the back of a van and pull out the clothes. She holds the pants up to herself before selecting a pair and pulling them on. Then she drops the skirt and tosses it in the back.

“You need a shirt.” Her hand lands on my upper arm and my heart lifts at the contact…and so does my dick.

I could just put on the old one, but it has Fomuri spit all over it, as well as being ripped from shifting. I grab one of the black shirts, then with my knife make two slashes in the back. She watches with the eyebrows knitted together.

“If I don’t make cuts, my wings will destroy the shirt.”

She walks behind me and runs her fingers along my spine and then over my shoulder blades.

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