Page 19 of Delivered to My Alpha Alien Lovers

“Do you two communicate telepathically?”

“We do not.” Tylan looked confused. “Why would you think that?”

“Because sometimes you look at each other and to me, it’s like you are having an unspoken conversation.”

One of Tylan’s eyebrows went up. “Perhaps because we have known each other for so long. And for us, just so you know, any food you make us from your hands, well, it’s special. No matter how little effort. We appreciate you going to the trouble.”

“It was no trouble. I love to cook.”

“We brought you these. We hope you like them. We failed to ask you what your favorite flowers were.”

I took the watercolor bouquet of flowers from his hand and brought them to my nose. It was filled with roses, carnations, tulips, and some sprays of lavender. “I love all flowers, actually. Except poinsettias. I’m allergic to them.”

Both of their eyes widened. “What will happen to you?”

“Oh”—I turned to head to the kitchen to put the beautiful display in a vase—“the milk from the stems makes my hands and face break out in hives. Nothing too serious, but I do try to stay away from them during Christmas season.”

“There are no human holidays on our planet,” Farsel grumbled. He sounded forlorn. Maybe he thought I might be so attached to Easter ham that I might shun them for it.

“I bet there are some cool ones though. Tell me what you celebrate instead.”

The Fellowship of the Ringhad been on the TV while I got ready, but I started from the beginning and paused it while we talked. They told me their people celebrated the changing of the seasons and harvest time and mating and the bearing of children.

I thought it over while they shared. I wasn’t so attached to Christmas trees or Valentine’s flowers that I would get upset. Instead, their holidays sounded exciting and like a breath of fresh air.

Human holidays had become somewhat mundane for me of late.

Maybe, somewhere deep, I’d known my alien princes would come.

They helped me fill the surface of the coffee table with snacks and dug in with gusto. We started the movie, and I warned them that this was a long one but one of my all-time favorites.

“Trust us,” Tylan chuckled. “We don’t mind spending hours with you, Amaris.”

Chapter Eighteen

Farsel

Such a fun evening! Even though I was on the downside of mating sickness, we were spending at least some of every day so far this week with our mate, getting to know one another better. We’d observed enough of the customs of the planet, particularly in this area, to understand that matings among humans did not happen instantly. Shifters usually seemed to, which was one of the reasons I’d looked into the website where we met our mate. There were a lot of other people besides shifters there, but they were the most populace group.

And yet, the Goddess or Fate as shifters said she was called, had given us a human as our mate. We used the term fated but not in the same way. As I got to know our mate, I believed that the one they called Fate was the same as our Goddess. And it gave me chills to think that she could bring together people from different galaxies and know that they were right for one another. We were not a specifically religious planet, although we did believe there was a Goddess. We just didn’t recognize—or at least I didn’t—how huge her place was in the universe.

Cuddled with our mate between us on the sofa, we watched the movie she loved and took pleasure in her enjoyment of the reenactment of a work of Earth literature. She had made us sweet treats, which, although she could not know this, were traditionally what a mate did to let her male know she’d chosen to accept them.

Her whole home was permeated with her scent. Light, sweet, indescribably heady, and when I bent to nuzzle her throat and inhale that fragrance, she tipped her head to the side, granting me access, which I took full advantage of. I saw Tylan’s hand take hers, on her thigh, linking their fingers, and rubbing his thumb slowly over the back of it. Then his other hand brushed her hair from her cheek and he kissed her lips.

If I hadn’t had my own lips moving down the side of her throat to her collarbone, I might have been jealous. We were bonding, not mating yet but exchanging touches and kisses, moving in the right direction. And from the way she linked her free arm around Tylan’s neck and continued kissing him, she was fine with it.

The movie continued, flickering on the screen, the music swelling as the hordes stampeded across a landscape that looked nothing like we’d seen on this world. I understood it had been filmed in a Southern Hemisphere country, and what I’d actually viewed before becoming absorbed in our mate’s fragrant skin, made me want to take a trip to that place. It looked a lot like parts of the continent where I’d grown up.

I slipped the top button on her blouse free and kissed the skin revealed before moving on to the second. The elegant curve of her neck was only the beginning of the part of this female I wanted to explore, to memorize, so that whenever I was apart from her I could close my eyes and remember everything about her.

Things were getting hot and heavy, but I could sense reluctance, as if she was fighting a desire both to mate us and to wait.

She wasn’t ready. I sat back and waited until their kiss ended to say, “I think we’re going too fast for you, female. Why don’t we sit back and watch the movie for a bit. Eat some more of your delicious sweets.”

Tylan nodded. “You’re just too intoxicating.”

We watched a couple of minutes of the movie before she spoke up. “Would you…can you tell me what is different about your people from humans? I mean, you’re very sexy and tall and good-looking by our standards, and you breathe oxygen… Are you just like us?”

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