Page 32 of Alien Knight Blind Date Disaster

The news sapped the last of her strength, and she took a step back to keep from stumbling. At once Falden was supporting her, his heat at her back like a warm, comforting wall. God, it would be so easy to depend on that strength. Lean on him.

Trust him.

No. “What the hell is wrong with me?”

“Excuse me? Are you feeling unwell? Please, have a seat,” King Dagan insisted, signaling to one of his guards. “We have doctors here.”

Isabella shook her head but sat on the edge of the sofa, slightly embarrassed that she’d spoken aloud. Waving her hand dismissively, she mumbled, “I’m fine. I just get migraines when I’m stressed.”

Queen Sasha tilted her head, her gaze soft with empathy and her voice quiet out of respect for the migraine headache everyone knew could make every whisper sound like a bullet ricocheting inside Isabella’s skull.

Falden held back his groan of frustration as Isabella shifted nervously. Dungeon 6 rested deep below the Caldorian base, and the security was handled by his own men, the Lumerian Knights. No one got in or out without permission, not even King Dagan.

No one.

So why was he ready to jump out of his skin? Why was his body clawing at him with so much pent-up energy that centuries of discipline deserted him and he found himself unable to stand still? And unable to resist walking behind the sofa to Isabella so he could touch her hair, gather her scent, feel the heat of her skin? Whether or not she knew what he was doing, he had no idea. She didn’t react to his featherlight touch, nor his nearness. Both facts that drove him to distraction.

He was a warrior. A Knight. A fucking Lumerian. He’d survived wars, assassins and more battles than he could recall. Always, he remained calm. In control.

Until now. Until her.

She was a problem. A very serious problem. He knew she would finally reveal her true purpose to the king, tell Dagan everything she had not trusted him enough to reveal.

And that bothered him as well.

She was his to protect.

No. Not mine.

He could not afford those kinds of thoughts. Just because his skin glowed like a male who’d been claimed repeatedly did not mean this female had actually taken him for her own. He was as he had always been. Alone. Strong. Leader of the Knights and protector of the Caldorian and Lumerian royal bloodlines.

He did not have time for a female.

But fuck all, his body craved more. His skin ached for her touch, the feel of her hands on his body. The hot, wet paradise that clamped down on his cock like she would never let him go. The feel of her legs around his hips, her soft cries of pleasure in his ears. The sound of her ragged breathing as she surrendered to him. The scent of her heated arousal. The sound of her voice calling his name was already engraved on his senses like she’d taken an anvil to stone and carved her name inside his very bones.

“Falden!” King Dagan’s abrupt call made Falden jump back in surprise. He’d been standing still as a statue behind Isabella, his fingertips poised to tangle in her hair, wrap the silken strands around them and tilt her head back for his kiss.

He wanted her there, on the sofa facing away from him, her neck arched back for his possession, her body open and ready for his exploration. He would place her hands behind her head and pull her hips forward, drop to his knees, remove her clothing and feast on her…

Taking the glass of water someone brought for Isabella, he handed it to her and made sure she had a few sips before nodding at Dagan to continue.

“I am glad Falden kept you safe. We saw the video of the incident at the restaurant and debriefed the others. They seemed to think you were involved? Would it be easier for you to start there? Tell us what happened?”

Isabella blushed as Queen Sasha sat opposite her in a comfortable chair. Dagan came to stand behind her, his hands on either side of her head, fingers curled around the chair’s high back. This had turned into an interrogation. A gentle one, but still an interrogation.

Falden’s hands balled into fists at his sides, and he actually ached to draw his sword, the instinctive need to protect Isabella pouring into him with a rage he’d never experienced before and had a difficult time controlling. What the hell was happening to him?

Isabella fidgeted on the sofa. “I’m sorry about that. I wasn’t expecting Falden to show up.”

King Dagan narrowed his eyes. “So, you were expecting the attack?”

Isabella sat back, her palms moving rhythmically up and down on top of her thighs. “No. The attack was a shock to me as well. I was expecting to meet a potential buyer. Sevron has been supplying me with Caldorian goods to trade on the black market for months.”

That got Falden’s attention. Sevron and his mirror twin, Torrin, had been raised on Caldor, but they were Lumerian royals, their identities hidden even from them. Falden had secretly kept an eye on them, ensuring they were safe and had the proper skills to someday lead the Lumerians should they choose to do so. “Sevron would never betray the Caldorians.”

Queen Sasha glared at him in disapproval, but he didn’t care. Sevron’s honor was above question. His gut clenched. Could he have been wrong about Isabella?

Isabella turned to look up at him over her shoulder. “He did not betray anyone. He only gave me things of value that would heal or make life easier for people. He never gave me weapons or information to sell.”

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