His grin deepens, and he closes the distance between us with two powerful steps. “Then I see no problem at all.”
“But you want babies. That’s like… the whole point of me being here. Of all of us being here.” I close my eyes, concern for the rest of the crew resurfacing. God, I bet they’re spitting bullets. “Right?” I open my eyes.
His hand cups my face, and his smile’s gone, replaced by an intent focus that has my toes curling in my boots.
“You do not want children.”
“Not right now,” I agree. I never in a million years thought I’d be having this conversation, let alone having it with my alien prince husband.
“You cannot have children, because of your device,” he adds, his smile returning.
“Correct.” I frown at him, confused at his delight.
“Then I see no problem with me thrusting deep inside you, my flower.” His thumb strokes across my cheekbone.
It takes me a minute to process what he’s said. “Wait—”
“I am tired of waiting,” he growls, tilting my head back once more. I close my eyes, preparing for the feel of his mouth against mine.
When it doesn’t come, I gaze up at him, confused.
“But I will wait as long as you need to be ready, Gen. In the meantime, let us proceed to the next delightful chamber the goddess has in store for us.”
I can’t help but smile at his obvious sarcasm, even though I’m still weak-kneed and wanting.
I suck in a deep breath, and Kanuz trails his hand down my bare arm, only to close it around my hand, like he needs to be touching me at all times.
It’s really sweet, and tiny butterflies take flight in my stomach. Who knew a massive, taloned, scary ass alien would be a bigger, sexier softie than any man I dated on Earth?
Not me!
The warm fuzzies don’t last long, however. As soon as we walk through the door, it slams behind us, so hard it sends grit and dust cascading down in a thick cloud. Nothing like a shower of sharp rock to cut off any sexy ideas.
I throw my arm over my head on instinct. It’s not necessary, though, seeing as how Kanuz tackles me, diving to the floor with me in his arms as though he expects the ceiling to cave in at any moment. He traps me under his big body, and I curl up around myself. Just in case he’s not overreacting, and the ceiling is about to bury us alive.
A full body shudder shakes me.
It’s one thing to face a platoon of angry Roth aliens with my weapons spitting hellfire, but it’s another to think about the possibility of being buried alive.
My throat closes up, and a small whimper erupts from my throat.
“My flower, are you hurt?” Kanuz’s gaze scans me from head to toe, his expression turning thunderous. “You are bleeding.” I wince as he gently runs a fingertip across a gash in my forehead.
It doesn’t hurt, though, which is either a sign I’m truly fucked… or that it’s not that bad. I take a deep breath and force my breathing to slow before touching it myself. Gingerly, I explore the small cut and bump, before exhaling a huge sigh of relief.
“It’s nothing,” I tell him. “One of the rocks must have caught me before you threw yourself over me like a massive alien blanket.”
“My hide is more well-equipped than your fragile skin.” His voice is pitiful, and I blink up at him. “It is my fault you are injured. I should have found a way out of the jungle by now. We should be in Edrobaz, sipping their delicious cold drinks and pleasuring each other. Instead, you are bleeding and dirty.”
“It’s really not a big deal. I’m not concussed. Besides, we can’t sit here and worry about what we should have done. You need to put on our big boy alien pants so we can get the hell out of here. We don’t have time to look back. I’d like one of those drinks, when we get there.”
“Big boy alien pants are the only pants I have.” He stares down at me mournfully, and I wipe away the blood and grit smeared on my face.
I snort a laugh, and a small smile tugs up one corner of his mouth. Like this, with his oversized body pressed up against mine, I’m all too aware of him. It’s more intimate than some kisses I’ve had back on Earth. My body goes hot all over, and something changes in Kanuz, too, like he’s in tune with me.
Shit. He’s probably doing his weird arousal sniff again.
But I mean, if I’m going to be buried alive, maybe death during a dicking down wouldn’t be the worst way to go. I shake my head a little. Maybe I am concussed, because that’s not a great idea.
“What are you thinking about?” he asks, his arms caging me in. My breathing quickens, and I nearly tell him.
“How a hot bath and some soap sound like heaven when we get out of here,” I lie. “Nothing better than some pampering post-near-death experience.”
Another cloud of dust explodes overhead, and he pushes me into his chest, cradling me.
“I would pamper you, my Gen. I would pamper every inch of your body, until you cannot even think of this anymore, until all you can think of is me.”
I gotta be honest, it’s sounding better and better the more he talks about it.
“You make a lot of promises, my dude.” I try to keep my voice light, try not to let on how scared and worried I am. “You could really get a girl’s hopes up high.”
“I heard no complaints about my kiss,” he says. His voice is strained, rock and grit continuing to shake free of the ceiling overhead.
“Mmm…” I say, shrugging against his chest, my small smile hidden against his skin.
“What is this mmm?” he asks, and this time, there’s consternation in the question.
I bite my cheeks.
“What do you mean by mmm? What does this mmm mean?” He glances down at me, eyes narrowed. “You did not melt against me to make this mmm sound. You did not fill my nose with the scent of your cunt just to tell me it was mmm. You were wet for me,” he accuses. “Do not pretend otherwise.”
“Mmm,” I hum agreeably, and he tilts his head, inspecting me as though I’m a greater mystery than this damn temple.
Finally, the temple finishes vibrating. I exhale. We’re not going to be buried alive.
Yet.
A few more rocks tumble down, the last-minute drama queens. Kanuz eyes them warily before standing. The look he gives them promises death, which would be hard to do, even for the muscle-bound alien prince of Sueva, considering they’re rocks.
“I will not hear this mmm from you,” Kanuz says to where I sit on the ground, stretching my neck out.
“Mmm,” I repeat, trying not to laugh.
“You are teasing me,” he says. “You think to tease me about my prowess in mating?” There’s no humor to the question, his tail slashing the air behind him. “I will show you, my little human flower, and then you will not make this mmm noise again.”
A tiny shiver of anticipation goes through me, silencing the spark of humor. Kanuz continues to stare at me, rolling his shoulders. When he winces, I stand up, ignoring the pain jolting through me.
“You’re hurt.”
“Better me than you,” he says. “And I am fine. Now, let us discover the surprises this room holds. That is, if you can concentrate while you think about having sex with me.”
“Excuse me,” I exclaim, putting my hands on my hips. “The only one thinking about sex is you, Prince!”
His fangs flash as his smile deepens, his tail slapping the ground. “You are a pretty little liar.”