Page 6 of Possessive Alien Mate

Gieannas stood before Rem and Tyra, clasping his hands together as he bowed his head. He began chanting the traditional Marttiaxoxalian mating blessing, the holy man’s deep voice echoing off the walls.

During the blessing, Rem stood facing Tyra while holding her hands in his. He maintained her gaze, and whenever she tried to look away, he grasped her chin and forced her to look at him again. Each time he did so, a full body tremble affected her and her face became flushed.

He breathed deep, savoring the scent of his female. She smelled like a flowering meadow and he longed to bury his face in her hair, to feel the softness of her dark fragrant locks brushing against his cheeks. His cock stirred in his pants, hardening as a fierce wave of lust swept through him. Despite his initial reluctance to take a mate, he now found himself desiring this small human female beyond all reason.

Mine. My human.

He released a deep growl, though he doubted Tyra heard him over the resounding chants of the Wise One, since she didn’t flinch once. As he stared down at her, he noticed a small smattering of light brown freckles on her nose and cheeks, and the markings made her look all the more beautiful and enticing to him. She was an exotic female from Earth, with creamy skin that was soft to the touch, and hair that was almost black. Her dark brown eyes contained golden flecks that seemed to reflect the light in the room.

Gods, she was stunning. He couldn’t tear his gaze from hers.

The Wise One finished chanting and an abrupt silence filled the house. Rem couldn’t be certain, but he thought he heard the rapid beating of Tyra’s heart.

When she parted her lips and inhaled slowly, the sight of her pink lips moving made his cock harden further. He imagined those lips wrapped around his length and his blood heated.

“I wish you a long, happy mating union,” Gieannas said as he exited the sitting room.

“Thank you, Gieannas,” Rem called out. He appreciated that the holy man was choosing not to linger.

When he heard the front door closing after Gieannas’ departure, a fresh wave of desire gripped him at the knowledge that he now had Tyra completely alone. He released her hands and reached for her hair, unable to stop himself from caressing his fingers through the silken locks. He leaned closer and breathed deep. The scent of her womanly essence, evidence of her building excitement, reached him as he drew her closer into his arms.

All his reasons for not wanting a mate faded as he embraced her, resting his chin atop her head as he continued petting her hair and running his hands up and down her back. She shuddered against him and the scent of her arousal increased in the air. His cock lurched into her stomach and he pressed his body closer to hers, allowing her to feel the evidence of his own arousal. A tiny gasp left her, but she didn’t attempt to escape his hold.

“That was a quick mating ceremony,” she said after a moment. She pulled back slightly to peer up at him, her face still flushed and her eyes shining bright with excitement. “Human wedding ceremonies are usually much longer.”

He cupped her face in his hands.Mine. My human.

Again, that fierce, almost violent, possessiveness for Tyra stole through him. He resisted the urge to grab her roughly and carry her upstairs. He took a deep breath, reminding himself that she was his mate. It was his duty to protect her and he must exercise self-control and refrain from harming her during their first mating.

But Gods, he ached to hold her down and ravage her right here and now.

He wanted her tofeelthat she belonged to him.

“Are you all right, Rem?” She looked concerned as she gazed up at him, those pretty dark eyes of hers searching his face. “You, um, you look strange, and you’re being so quiet. Is something wrong?”

“Nothing is wrong, my sweet mate.” That endearment. He’d just used it for the second time, without even thinking. The words had simply issued from his lips. He straightened and reached for her hand. “Come, and I will escort you upstairs.”

Her breath hitched and she glanced around the room, as if looking for an escape. Annoyance flared within him. She was his, and she wasn’t going anywhere but to his bed. He pulled her closer and tightened his hold on her hand.

“You aren’t going anywhere,” he said sternly. “You belong to me now, Tyra.”

“I thought we belonged toeachother?” she said in a wary tone. “You are now my mate, as much as I am yours. At least, that is the way of mating unions, or marriages, on Earth.”

“You are no longer on Earth.” He guided her toward the steps that led upstairs. But he couldn’t deny he liked what she’d just said, about them belonging to each other. Did she truly view him as belonging toher? The very idea struck him as unusual. In Marttiaxoxalian mating unions, males led and females followed. Females obeyed. Would Tyra obey him in all things, or would she prove rebellious?

“I know I’m no longer on Earth,” she said once they reached the corridor that led to his bedroom. “I’m simply trying to explain to you how I view our union. You don’t have to be so grouchy about it.”

Grouchy?He paused in the corridor and stared down at her, completely taken aback. No one had ever called him grouchy before. At least to his face. No one would ever dare issue such an insult. Children were grouchy. Adult Marttiaxoxalian males who worked as palace guards were not.

“I am not grouchy,” he said.

A smile played about her lips. “Yes, you are. I realize I’ve known you for less than an hour, but I can already tell that you take yourself way too seriously, Rem. You need to loosen up. Trust me, you’ll have more fun that way.”

“I don’t need to have fun.” He tightened his hold on her hand and guided her into his bedroom. The sight of the bed made her steps falter, and he had to pause until she recovered her senses and continued walking with him.

He spun her to face him and gave her a severe look, wanting her to understand that he didn’t appreciate the turn their conversation had taken.

Who was she to tell him that he took himself way too seriously? If any male among his peers ever said such a thing, Rem would make the male suffer.

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