Page 27 of The Highseer's Mate

“So sensitive. You’re enjoying this?”

The words escape me.

My legs widen and he settles deeper, grinding his thickness between my legs in the place that I need it. Want it.

I lift up, wrapping my arms around him, desperate to taste his lips. My heart constricts as I realize how badly I want him. How badly I need him to cherish me. To show me just how much this mate bond means to him.

To love me.

I move closer and he freezes, his brows knitting. He weaves and goes for my throat again, licking and kissing down to my collarbone and back again.

His hands slide the tunic up until I’m slipping out of it completely, unbothered that I’m on display for him.

I’m heaving, my pussy drenched and I don’t even care that he can scent it.

I reach for him again, closing my eyes and going in for a kiss but he pulls away again, his mouth showing attention to the curve of my breast.

Does he not want to…

Kiss me?

My eyes pop open.

Suddenly, the attention doesn’t feel so beautiful anymore.

I pause, pushing at his chest. He pulls back just enough and I slide out from under him, rolling to my side and tugging a fur with me.

“Mate,” he grunts. “I am not finished with you.”

I wrap myself in the soft pelt, pawing for my discarded leathers. The intensity and emotion I felt seconds ago has melted away.

He won’t kiss me.

Maybe his kind don’t do that…

Or maybe the mate bond isn’t quite what I think it is.

“Paige,” he says, tugging at my shoulder.

I swallow hard, fighting back the emotion clawing up my throat. It’s like needles, prickling and scratching so hard I can’t find the words.

This intense desire for him… there has to be a reason for it. It isn’t logical. It defies all reason.

The Paige I was on Earth would never fall into a bed after knowing him for two days and certainly not after how Varek and I met. There’s no way I would have felt anything but disgust.

And yet, I want him so bad. Even as my chest constricts and the moment continues to sour—my body yearns for him.

It must be magic. Or a lie.

“Paige,” Varek says with a tone in his voice. He tugs harder and I give in to his strength, rolling onto my back.

Tears brim my eyes but I blink them away, staring at the ceiling and refusing to look at the handsome alien hovering over me.

“Talk to me.”

I shake my head. What is there to say? That I’m too confused to let myself get fucked by an alien? That I’m too dumb to not fight him like the kidnapper he is?

That there is something about the fantasy of being loved and cherished that makes me want to give in?

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