The most likely conclusion to my current predicament is psychosis.
Much more likely than actual alien abduction.
Significantly more likely than impending forced nuptials with a giant primitive alien whose society never evolved a sense of humor.
But life in a horny space-barbarian’s cave isn’t all bad…
Did I mention that he vibrates?
Much more likely than actual alien abduction.
Significantly more likely than impending forced nuptials with a giant primitive alien whose society never evolved a sense of humor.
But life in a horny space-barbarian’s cave isn’t all bad…
Did I mention that he vibrates?
The heat of his embrace surrounded me. My eyes fluttered open as I worked my way groggily out of a nap. Thor rested inches away, watching. He held my waist. My skin grew goosebumps. His thumb brushed back and forth on my bottom rib.
I’d never felt more human than I did right then. With his thumb bumping my rib, sweat salty on my lips, my pulse hammering a low beat, and the ache of his passion between my legs.
I opened the fist squished between us and placed my hand flat to his chest. His heartbeat answered mine—thump, thump, thump. I smiled, and pressed my nose against his skin. His scent invaded me, heady and so human that in the moment it seemed he was. His chest rose and fell under my touch, over and over, making me feel ready to close my eyes and nap for the third time in one day.
I glanced up at him.
He still watched. He always looked at me, but when he looked at me this way it was as though only I existed for him. As though for him there was no colony beyond this cave. No universe outside of right here.
Nothing other than me.
And it was the loveliest most wonderful feeling.
My thumb made the same pattern on his chest that his did on my side.
Oh, but if there’d been men like him on earth…Everything would’ve been different.
“Thor.” My voice came out scratchy.
“Yes?” He leaned in.
I resisted the urge to meet him halfway. “If there’s no women born here, do Warriors ever relocate to live on their mate’s home planet?”
His breath fanned my face. “No, La La. Must live here for sake of Colony.”
I swallowed, my throat as raw as my voice.
“Need next warriors born here.” His brow scrunched as though somewhere under all that Warrior logic, he actually got how shitty this was to be the one who has to do one-hundred-and-eleventy percent of the sacrifice.
I broke his gaze. “That’s what I thought.”
Thought? What in the actual hell was I thinking?
I withdrew my hand from his chest and rubbed my neck. He’d say yes and then what—he’d just mosey on back to earth with me? An intergalactic warrior on an army base. Totally doable.
I eased back, but his smothering warmth seemed to follow. But no really, what was I suggesting? That he’d come with me? As in that I’d actually mate with him?
Marry a guy I’d known for what, three damn days?
Marry a fucking alien?
I’d never felt more human than I did right then. With his thumb bumping my rib, sweat salty on my lips, my pulse hammering a low beat, and the ache of his passion between my legs.
I opened the fist squished between us and placed my hand flat to his chest. His heartbeat answered mine—thump, thump, thump. I smiled, and pressed my nose against his skin. His scent invaded me, heady and so human that in the moment it seemed he was. His chest rose and fell under my touch, over and over, making me feel ready to close my eyes and nap for the third time in one day.
I glanced up at him.
He still watched. He always looked at me, but when he looked at me this way it was as though only I existed for him. As though for him there was no colony beyond this cave. No universe outside of right here.
Nothing other than me.
And it was the loveliest most wonderful feeling.
My thumb made the same pattern on his chest that his did on my side.
Oh, but if there’d been men like him on earth…Everything would’ve been different.
“Thor.” My voice came out scratchy.
“Yes?” He leaned in.
I resisted the urge to meet him halfway. “If there’s no women born here, do Warriors ever relocate to live on their mate’s home planet?”
His breath fanned my face. “No, La La. Must live here for sake of Colony.”
I swallowed, my throat as raw as my voice.
“Need next warriors born here.” His brow scrunched as though somewhere under all that Warrior logic, he actually got how shitty this was to be the one who has to do one-hundred-and-eleventy percent of the sacrifice.
I broke his gaze. “That’s what I thought.”
Thought? What in the actual hell was I thinking?
I withdrew my hand from his chest and rubbed my neck. He’d say yes and then what—he’d just mosey on back to earth with me? An intergalactic warrior on an army base. Totally doable.
I eased back, but his smothering warmth seemed to follow. But no really, what was I suggesting? That he’d come with me? As in that I’d actually mate with him?
Marry a guy I’d known for what, three damn days?
Marry a fucking alien?
After spending years imagining fictional adventures, Amber finally found a way to turn daydreaming into a productive habit. She now spends her time in a coffee-fuelled adrenaline haze, writing romance with a thriller edge.
She lives with her husband and children in semi-rural Australia, where if she peers outside at the right moment she might just see a kangaroo bounce by.
Amber is an award winning writer, Amazon Bestselling Author, and member of Romance Writers of Australia, Melbourne Romance Writers Guild, and Writers Victoria.
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