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“The night air is cool,” he said. “Let’s get you dressed in some warmer clothing before we venture out on the balcony.”

He grasped her hand and guided her to his closet. He knew she had some of her own clothing in the top dresser drawer, but he didn’t want to see her wearing the tattered clothing she’d packed away. He would dress her in something from his own closet for now.

He opened the door and guided her into the small room that contained his clothing. There were several empty racks, which he hoped to soon fill with new gowns in the Marttiaxoxalian fashion just for Tyra. He searched for a jacket he’d worn long ago when his father had taken him ice fishing on the northernmost continent of his home planet. Once he found it, he turned and gestured for Tyra to turn around so he might help her into the garment.

“I-I brought a jacket of my own,” she said, “as well as some sweaters and some pants.”

“I want you to wear this,” he said, his voice coming out a bit sharp. He offered her a smile to soothe any offence he’d just caused her with the bite of his tongue. He wasn’t used to his orders being challenged, but he reminded himself he wasn’t just speaking to a female, but he was conversing withhisfemale. The mate he wished to keep safe. The human his dreams had apparently warned him about, though at the time he hadn’t realized the meaning of the ship attempting to sail into the bay during a fierce storm.

“Very well,” she murmured, a shadow falling over her face before she turned around.

He slipped the jacket on her and moved in front of her to close the fastenings, wanting her to be warm. She probably didn’t require a garment so heavy, but he didn’t want to risk her catching a chill outside. He searched for a pair of thick socks next, though after he helped her step into them, they reached to her upper thighs.

Once he had her dressed to his liking, he guided her back into the bedroom and toward the balcony. He pressed his palm to a panel next to the door and it soon slid open. He placed a hand to her lower back and urged her out onto the balcony. His eyes adjusted to the darkness at once, though he knew humans could not see so easily in the dark. She wouldn’t be able to make out the individual trees or flowers in the forest below, but she would of course manage to see the stars in all their glory, as well as the moons.

A gasp escaped her as she lifted her gaze to the sky.

“Oh my goodness.” She stepped closer to the railing. “It’s breathtaking. I’ve never seen a night so clear. Earth is heavily polluted and even in more rural areas like Zone 15, it’s not often we can see the moon very well, let alone the stars.”

He gathered her close to his side as they continued gazing at the brilliant night sky. She leaned against him, and the feel of her body against his reignited his passions from earlier in the day, when he’d been ready to claim her. Right before he’d allowed his distrust of females and his temper to ruin the moment.

He wrapped an arm around her and rested his head atop hers, inhaling the floral scent of her hair. After a while, she shifted beside him and tentatively laced her arm around his waist. Or, rather, she tried to. Given her petite stature, she ended up putting an arm around his buttocks. He wasn’t about to complain, however. The feel of her touching him of her own free will, even through several layers of clothing, caused his balls to tighten as his cock grew painfully hard.

Gods, he wanted to take her now, but he could already hear her stomach growling again, even over the chorus of nighttime insects.

He grasped her hand. “Let’s go to the kitchen, my sweet human, and I will prepare you something to eat.”

Chapter 10

Dawn arrived in a glorious splash of orangish red through the trees. Tyra cast a sidelong glance at Rem, who was seated beside her on the back porch, and wondered when he was going to initiate the consummation of their mating union.

He’d been extremely attentive to her in the proceeding hours, constantly inquiring how she felt and if she was hungry. He’d shown her how to use the shower in his bathroom and left her alone while she cleaned up and donned a fresh outfit—a long shirt of his that fit her like an oversized dress.

She didn’t understand it, but for some reason he seemed hesitant to allow her to wear her own clothes. Her face heated. Perhaps he’d glimpsed her tattered garments in the dresser drawer and found them inadequate. She’d worn the yellow dress yesterday because it was the nicest item of clothing she owned.

The only other attire she had possessed that didn’t have holes was the uniform she’d been required to wear while waitressing in her uncle’s bar, which consisted of an exceedingly short skirt and a tight, low-cut blouse. She’d gladly left the uniform behind, but she wished she’d had some better clothes to bring.

She took a sip of hot tea and peered over at Rem again. God, he was handsome, particularly when she looked at him from the side and she got a glimpse of the horns that curved over his head and down his back. She’d never imagined she would find a Martian’s horns sexy, but she did.

He turned to meet her admiring gaze. She flushed and looked away, not wanting him to discern her thoughts. They barely knew one another and here she was ogling him as if he was the first attractive man she’d ever seen.

Without warning, heat pulsed between her thighs and she couldn’t resist shifting in place. A second later, his nostrils flared and a knowing look entered his eyes. Her heart beat faster and she resisted the urge to wiggle in her seat, even as the throbbing in her feminine core increased under the intensity of Rem’s darkly piercing gaze.

He took her hand in his. “Do you feel you know me better than you did when we first met yesterday morning?”

“I...” She fumbled for a response. She still didn’t know much about Rem, as he’d only shared small tidbits about his life with her thus far, but she recalled the comfort he’d given her yesterday after her awful nightmare. He’d been thoughtful and gentle, a far contrast to the brutish behavior he’d displayed earlier in the day when he’d been roused to jealousy.

He reached for her and cupped the side of her face in one of his large, warm hands, causing a pleasant wave of dizziness to assail her. She rather felt as if she were becoming intoxicated, despite not having imbibed a single drop of alcohol. She couldn’t deny the warmth that was filling her, nor the profound effect wrought from Rem’s nearness.

He shifted closer, allowing his thigh to brush against hers, and a delightful shiver rushed down her back to coalesce with the continuous pangs of heat between her thighs.

“I can smell your arousal, my sweet mate.” He leaned in to trail light kisses down her neck and she found herself helpless against the fresh waves of heat rolling through her, even as the knowledge that he could smell her arousal left her a bit embarrassed. “Tell me, Tyra, is your pussy becoming slick and swollen right now? Are you aching for me to carry you upstairs and claim you? Is that why you keep squirming in your seat?”

His crass words only caused an immense pang of sensation in her nether region, and she gasped a second later when he reached underneath the borrowed shirt she was wearing. He ran a hand along her inner thighs in a slow and enticing manner, then urged her legs to part for his explorations.

She wasn’t wearing underwear, as he’d handed her the shirt and nothing else just before her shower, and the feel of his fingers grazing over her bare folds nearly caused her to jolt at the shockingly pleasant sensation. She sucked in a shaky breath and quivered at his touch.

He dragged his teeth along her neck and she couldn’t repress a moan, her need building with each moment.

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